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Thursday, 17 March 2016

WHEN SEX BECOMES CREATIVE

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FROM GIA’S HAT Act 1°: Scent of Female
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... It was then, with great taste, which I took to bring you to the peaks of pleasure; to return to you the pleasure that you had dispensed to me before. This your patatina, shaved, smooth, hot, just a little darker than the whiteness of your other silky skin, florid and pulpy... that I perceive throb now very wet in my hand, love, it is the jewel of you that the more I love. And it is never stingy in granting to me her delicious mousse to delight my palate and my nostrils. I don’t want to think about these things, because, otherwise, from that great piglet who, like you, also I am, begin to copulate you here on the spot; and you know that I should not do it!».
Gia had withdrawn her hand from under that light cloth that covered the Nourhan’s legs for putting it in her neckline, to wrap with her cupped hand a breast, as if she were to weigh it: «And thou hast rewarded me, my love; and in what manner! Do you remember? Under your hands and your tongue, I was in a continuous thrill: there was no part of me that you didn’t visit with your sweet mouth, wickedly industrious. I still remember that, for all the time, I was panting, shouting loud from the pleasure that you were inducing in me».
«And do you remember what followed, Gia?».
«If I recall it, do you ask? And how could I forget! I don’t remember well; but, I believe, after that I have come at least three or four times, ruthless, you knew how to resuscitate my craving quickly. With a nod, you made clear to me to put me on my back and keep the upright legs holding them with my feet, so that my thighs could stay in a horizontal position. After that, thou in a vertical position, with your legs bent backward, supporting yourself with your hands up to my ankles, you have approached your tanned thighs in contact with mine: what a horny feeling it was to feel them, so intimately, in mutual contact, almost glued! Then, looking at me, licentious, thou hast approached your soft, silky, little cat against mine: good heavens, what lust!
You know, love; despite my extensive experience concerning the fucked, before that time I had never experienced a tribbing in such a position; in fact, with my tender little chick of the moment, we did it always with the legs crossed or in scissors mode. I tell you plainly, Nourhan: you made me die; really».
«You know Gia; I anticipate it to you: when you shall be to fuck with Nahed, for you, it will be like flying in Paradise! Apart from the other beatitudes that you discover for yourself, having a tribbing in this way with her is something I cannot describe: small as she’s, she seems to be made solely of pussy; and articulated as she is, I don’t tell you what she can do with her cunt on yours... and into yours ».
«Nourhan, please, would you, kindly, go to fuck yourself? You know in which hormonal condition I find myself, and what do you do? You continue to make me even hornier! You’re such an infamous! If I didn’t love you, I would send you to fuck off!». She told her with a smile and a loving tone, and Nourhan remained not offended. However, after a brief comment, she replied using another theme: «You’ve already sent me there for countless times, but I have no grudge against you! Let’s move to another topic: “Little chick” you said! It is a strange way of calling your lovers, Gia! For you, I too am a “chick”?».
«Come on, love! It’s a figure of speech to indicate the satisfaction of amorous conquest, no? In any case, I agree: you’re right; I don’t express it more this way. As for you, you’re my love, and my wife, too, Nourhan; and not an adventure of one night».
Glad that Gia had understood her innocent gaffe, serene, Nourhan continued: «If you knew how I felt myself! Of course, for me it was common to fuck in that position with my sisters, and was Nahed to teach it to me: beautiful, she’s very petite and very agile... and don’t tell you how is horny the pussy that she has; not even I talk about what is the delight in sipping it: has a truly exquisite fragrance... and not even I mention the flavour».
«Listen, love: I’m already hot to die! Regardless of the continuous and efficient labor of your rascal, little hand between my thighs, do you want to tell me what are you looking? Do you want I come just listening to you?».
«Huh... what you say never! Although I must admit that you have your reasons... I feel you wet, Gia; much!» she replied unabashedly, slipping dangerously with fingers still deeper into her slippery, warm, intimate, to stimulate her more and more.
«Wet? Flooded, I would say! You’re a great scoundrel: you have to stop to stimulate me, either with the hand than with words; really, Nourhan! It does not take much because I find myself on the edge of the golf hole».
Although they were licentious, Nourhan thought that their talks had taken a turn too serious. It was time to start with their loved jests: «Golf hole? To my knowledge, the only holes that arouse your interest are those of the females that you like».
However, Gia wasn’t in condition to take lightly the danger that she was running, because she felt that the orgasm was imminent: «Fool! I mean really! Come on, stop it!».
As if she had not even felt, aggravating still the situation relating to her genital excitement, kissing and sucking her nipple, her wife: «I’m glad because I see that things are going excellently! And it this, precisely, that wants Rashida; and you know it very well. In short, to return to when we were talking about your excitement, relatively to that which, for you, it was a new position, you cannot even imagine what my pleasure was! We were to slide so well... and the coitus lasted a lot before we came».
«You’re right to say it was special, Nourhan: when the tribbing is done with the legs crossed, for obvious reasons, our little butterflies cannot be aligned. In that way, instead, it was as if they were combined into one: your cunt... inside the mine. Your clit is bigger than mine, and when you were to penetrate me cyclically, from the bottom of furrow of the labia minora, towards my clit, you made me enjoy like crazy: I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so.
Even my eyes, synchronous with my patatina, they were to enjoy. In fact, in that particular posture, under them it was held a show absolutely steeped in lust: as in a licentious film shooting at close range, not even that it was a porn movie, I could observe our clits, tumescent and soaked, rub cyclically with each other. And, while, unleashed, you were into the active role I could even see the filaments formed by our sticky honey whenever thou wast to move just a little your cunt than mine, for then start again to rub. Do you remember how often I took off my eyes from yours, with the aim to watch right there, no?
We were… how can I say it? I think that “complementary” is the appropriate term. Swollen and stiff, I saw your beloved clitoris get in, penetrate between my labia minora, for later, rubbing, kissing my clit... which was no less inflamed, than yours. You were to fuck me with high efficiency and skillfully, not even that you were provided with a penis. I think if you were a male, you certainly would not miss the pussy».
Remembering when she was making love with her spiritual Mother Rashida, in the thoughts of Nourhan...
‘Great my clitoris, you said? You’ll see when you will have the pleasure of sucking that of Rashida and being penetrated by her in your cunt: that yes, you could call “penis”, my soul. In any case, I don’t want to reveal it to you, because I would be to steal to you the pleasure of a beautiful, “big” surprise’.
It was time to take more concretely with the jokes. Pretending to be offended, she replied: «Being a male, to me? Are you taking me for the ass Gia?» as often happened, with much amusement by both, things were gradually coming to one of those playful bickerings that both never took seriously. In fact, collecting the provocation, Gia continued: «Taking you for the ass, do you say? You got to believe; I’d love to sink into the soft, warm, and cramped paradise of delights that is between your ass cheeks, love; but I don’t think, in this case, I could prevent me from coming».
«Go to shit, Gia! You always have to misunderstand, to play with words!».
«I have already done it, darling: I fulfilled it this morning, after breakfast; and it has been enough for me too. Except for fucking, for the other things, I’m pretty regular; and you know it».
«Ah... it is useless to speak with you: you never want to miss a game!».
Instead of taking a rematch on that good-natured bickering, smitten because of what ran through her head, Nourhan passed to another theme: «Gia! Listen, I got an idea; sin not to have thought of it before...».
«And it would be, Nourhan?».
«You think how nice it would be if, in exactly placed in that position where we said, once we’ve come, we let go ourselves even to a long pee. One at a time, though, and keeping us well wide open the pussy with the fingers, with the aim to perceive the scented warm wave to wet to us into, and then, we, well filled, feel the flow even into the other little hole. Expert as we are, we could give it little by little, so that the pleasure persists for a long time; and after, we could also enjoy the pee in the palate, wiping us mutually in a fantastic sixty-nine, until to make us come again, and then...».
Due the forced abstinence from orgasms, Gia couldn’t longer resist listening to her wife: «Listen to me, beautiful joy, become almost more skilled than me in flights of imagination that are useful to excite each other, I understand you want to prove this your new quality; but now you’re just exaggerating! Will you understand, Nourhan? I feel myself come! Really! Stop it for a while with your hand, and even with these speeches; be good, please».
«You’re right, Gia; I’m sorry».
Elapsed a bit of time during which the two lovers tried to distract the excitement of the senses talking about something else, a time when, while keeping it motionless, Nourhan had not moved her hand away from her wife’s vagina. After about twenty minutes,...(It continues in the novel).



[1] Patatina, informal term for mean the vulva.

Sunday, 13 March 2016

YOU

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FROM GIA’S HAT Act 1°: Scent of Female
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…. I was deeply in love with her, and she of me; I remember once we had to stay away one of another for a period, so we began to chat in the web. At the time, we were not equipped to do so even with the webcam, and I still remember, one by one, the words that I wrote, with which confided my most secret instincts to her: with those, I wanted to make her understand that we had other heavens to explore. What I wrote had as its object, “YOU”...
YOU, Angela, you’re my path, you’re my adventure that is renewed every day; you’re my endless journey around the world: YOU, you’re my world! If the voyage of life has for all a unique destination, well, is not the one that counts; are the intermediate stages to make a difference. YOU, you’re the only way that matters to me.
How pleasant is discover and rediscover YOU: every time, YOU surprise me. Today, however, I will not speak of your soul, even though it tenderizes me, attracts and fascinates me, my love. For once, I think to YOU in your palpable, tangible entity; to sing the praises of your, from me, revered body of the young female. I want to express the extraordinary wonder that catches me every time that YOU, my love, allow me to travel inside YOU and with YOU.
I don’t need your voice when, with your smiling and sparkling eyes just like two big Suns, silent and still unequivocally, YOU invite me. When YOU do it, I’m taken by an infinite joy but also by a tremor, and then, for the uncertain emotion that overwhelms me and shakes my soul, I would take total possession of YOU. But I touch YOU barely, and I look at YOU. YOU are handsome, my love, the most beautiful, for me.
Your body, then, appears to me to be, at the same time, the start, the route and the destination of the journey that YOU always allow to me to start. Your lips that kiss me and which I kiss with passion, burn like volcanoes on the verge of exploding. Your throat seems a long, endless, comforting path, along which my mouth goes back from your willowy and graceful neck, to the little and gracious ear, where I can finally pour the vocal expression, unintelligible, but unequivocally clear, of my lust for you.
And what can I say about your skin which smells of the countryside dewy, my love? Slipping gently, excited, my lips run along to the infinite expanse of your back, enumerating, one by one, the sweet protruding bumps that divide it in its middle; those, are the strings of the violin that I like pinching, with my teeth, to bring YOU, to vibrate and tremble. And your belly, my love? See your tummy, smooth and flat as a parade ground, with a delightful tiny basin in the middle, whose image, at its end, is culminating in the rolling hills drawn from your breasts, well, all this fills me with divine ecstasy. That is the vision of paradise that is shown to my eyes turned to yours, when I find myself, radiant, kneeling before YOU, that you’re languidly abandoned to me. Therefore, it’s imperative for me to be humble and kneeling between the long legs of my Goddess, with my head buried between her thighs, to adore her, to quench my insatiable thirst to the generous, hot, source of her lush womb.
Before continuing my never-ending trip around the joy that you are, it is reassuring, for me, to rest on those gentle, loving, filled hills that some impious unworthily call “buttocks”, which instead are the offshoots of the hidden paradise. I like to immerse my face in the deep valley that separates them, lush and mysterious; and I like to fill my lungs with the exciting scent of undergrowth that dwells there.
With this image of YOU in my mind, I dream which YOU, maliciously abandoned, YOU rotate yourself to the side, offering me the new, charming and harmonious vision of the profile showing your sides between the top of the shoulder and buttocks: I imagine my hand sliding, light and happy, on YOU, then get off from the declivity and take possession of your exciting smoothness and your reassuring softness. Your warmth, my love, it inflames my flesh as well as my heart.
A little perversely, I kiss YOU and I bite YOU in the middle of your back: YOU turn to look at me, my life: was that which I expected! I’m confused, excited, and almost distraught by YOU, by your grace and beauty. Your full breasts, to which often I come back to ignite even more my thirst for YOU, appear like sweet and flourishing hills from which I can descend to take refuge in the comforting curve of your hairless armpits which, long, I kiss, whose scent ravishes me always. Especially when YOU, turned on for the fatigues of the love, from them emerges the fragrant dew, and above all, when YOU are sweaty, my love.
When YOU look at me with your arms raised, with your fingers that run through your hair, the sweet and harmonious siding of your breasts with her armpits gives me a thrill incomparable. With my eyes, little by little and with infinite slowness, I explore your image, reaching to that other your obscure declivity. I stop myself, though; I do it to recover myself from the emotion that, once again, takes me, and that, my journey, made it unstoppable, my soul. I know that, sometimes, YOU are pleasantly perverse, my love, I know! I know that, again, YOU can kill me due to the desire: but I will not touch YOU, not now at least.
On that bed that is so lucky to receive your warm flesh, you rotate on yourself, and then, kneeling, you look at me: in contemplation of your torso... of your udders which, free, proud and winning to defy gravity, I lose myself! Provocative, you insist on looking at me in the eyes, and then you bend over by leaning your palms on black sheets: you insist on being perfidious. Love! I repeated it to YOU infinite times: YOU know how hard it is for me to resist the urge to milk your breasts pendulous that, by oscillating slowly, it shows your flesh that shakes itself. In the position that cruelly you have wanted to take, your udders are too licentious and attractive to my hands and mouth. YOU did this with the sole intent, merciless, to make me desist from my chaste purpose. However, once again, I will resist, my love.
My eyes must turn away to trick my desire! Then, I linger on YOU, on your shoulders, on the gentle curve of the back, your buttocks, but later, inexorably, my eyes go back there, and they stop, ecstatic, on the turreted and swollen prominences of flesh adorning your breasts. Love: YOU are ruthless! Inviting and beautiful as seductive and shameless, having understood that I set out to not to have YOU, YOU provoke me!
Before my eyes, inevitably, returns the image of that time at home; do you remember? It was hot, and they warned us that it would be left off the water supply very soon. So we filled the basin full of water so that we could have an abundant supply of it. YOU, so beautiful, your naked body, YOU went near the basin full of water, and YOU, folded, you get to refresh your breasts; YOU wanted to take away that sweat that decorated your skin: YOU were too beautiful! I remember the excitement that I got: it was overwhelming. I walked silent, speechless with emotion, and, like a rapist ready to take YOU, I leaned on YOU: as it was exciting to feel the touch of her warm buttocks against my belly on fire. As a Marauder, my hands went to your breasts soft and pendulous, to caress and to tighten them Love: never, I’ll forgive YOU for not letting to my tongue the pleasant task to wipe YOU from the odorous fluid that made glossy and bright your skin; even then, YOU have been perverse: YOU well know how much I love the smell and taste of your sweat. My hands, cupped, wrapped around your udders as if to protect them from myself, YOU understood what has been the irrepressible impulse that took me, and YOU have been tolerant and tender for allowing me to have YOU, to seize your comforting intimacy.
My love, that figuration carved in my heart as in my senses, it slowly dissolves, to give place to another: the image of YOU that look me in the eyes, those who read my turmoil, those who, finally, show me to understand that you’re hurting me. Just before that my chaste intent to enjoy YOU only with the eyes is undone, YOU, lascivious, adages yourself back on the bed, with your back against the headboard, the arms extended and the hands folded behind the neck.  With the legs slightly spread and raised, knees bent, YOU look at me again in the eye in a loving and provocative challenge: this yours, is a silent and irresistible invitation to explore your mysterious dark forest, a harbinger of overwhelming emotions: It’s not fair! YOU do it on purpose, and it does not escape me what seems to be, but it is not, a paradox: YOU want me to hate YOU for then love YOU even more. Your challenge, I accept it, my love; for then resume my journey with renewed determination not to surrender.
Reminiscent, your image appears to me when, with your smiling and shining eyes like two stars of the firmament, YOU invite me: while I walk, with inexhaustible eagerness, the surrounding streets that lead to the depths of your womb, I remember losing myself. You, my heart, without reserve, and generous as you are, you’ve given me the keys of those inputs hidden in the mysterious and fragrant deep of your canyon. And I feel blessed for the privilege: I know very well how YOU can foreclose entry to that paradise, even only to the eyes of those who do not deserve YOU. still and motionless, your eyes can become ice when they want, and your long legs closed and crossed, block each your door.
And how is sacrosanct that it is, I adore YOU, my love, I worship YOU as a god, and never, I’m tired of wandering incessantly along your paths that, through the delirium, leads me to a state of grace that joins me to YOU: because are YOU the grace. I love them both those paths, my love: one, lush rainforest from which I draw the heartbeat of my life, the other... trembling, quivering, and together, arduous opening that, flattered and pampered, it becomes capable of restoring the most unspeakable gratifications.
I want to say it to YOU, love: what I like most of YOU, besides your body and your soul, it’s your total generosity in giving yourself to me, in guessing, with just a look, my instincts, my desires for YOU. Never an expression of listlessness, boredom or endurance: always patient, friendly and smiling, your eyes, deep as the sea, aware of my greed and my hunger, invite me to the table of your flesh. Love YOU is something very enormous, my soul, which it can only be done, but not told.
Back again, very potent in my remembrance, the memory of that time when, on vacation, YOU, very saucy, YOU left the bathroom door open intentionally. Through the mirror I watched YOU, and YOU appeared to me charming. Sitting on the old yellowed cup, the chest proudly erect, your hands resting on your thighs slightly widened, YOU looked at me provocatively. And YOU smiled at me simpering, while, deliciously immoral, YOU went pouring the clear and slightly amber essence out of your body. I remember that, troubled as never before, I witnessed enchanted and silent by the emotion: the Argentine music of the limpid little brook and slightly amber that flowed from your source, well, all this, ensnared me to death.
Oh, how I wished that it was my mouth to turn into that lucky cup, with the aim to taste the flavor of that golden fluid that had the privilege of being generated by that body that I love so much. Then, by the grace of always, YOU returned to stand up, and YOU did to take a cloth to dry yourself. I remember that, impulsively, I haven’t allowed YOU to do it, love. Certainly: that plebeian cloth was not worthy of YOU. It was then that I found the courage to enter, and to come near YOU. And YOU, not at all surprised, amused and maliciously lascivious, YOU looked at me: YOU were not at all embarrassed. Excited as ever, without uttering a word, I knelt in front of my Goddess and, religiously, my mouth, for the first time, took possession with the greed of your last sacred drops: love, don’t do it anymore! I alone, and only I, I have this right. I am the deputed cup to collect your ambrosia. I am the custodian of all your fluids. Don’t do this wrong to me again, my love:  Let me worship YOU as your beauty deserves, my Goddess.
Your body to me is earth; your warmth for me is fire: this time, YOU became even water. YOU are the origin; YOU, the path; YOU are the goal of life: of my life.
In the end, I concluded…
«Now, love, words are no longer enough. Come to me, my love; and finally, you have to bring me to ecstasy. You have sparked a feeding frenzy in me, which cannot wait any longer».
Distant from each other as we were, of course, this was not possible. I remember that after having read my letter, in real time, Angela replied…
«My love, with those memories, that so vividly you brought to my mind, you excited me in a powerful way! You have also opened new windows in my heart that, in reading your letter, it exploded: knowing your innermost desires sparked mine... and my hands are traveling on my body, imagining that they’re yours. I’m still stroking myself, my love. Come on, please, now you too you too must to caress yourself: I want to travel with you, to finally rejoin with you, if not in the flesh, at least in the time of the orgasm».
At that time, they also flew many emails, and each time, it was beautiful and satisfying: after all that was the only way to be together. One day, unexpectedly, but not so much, she asked me: «It’s true? Would you like my pee on you? And, would you like also drink it… my pee? Or is it just a “poetic outburst” from your part to stir me even more, Gia?».
I replied: «Love, if my greatest desire is to be embraced by you and, in whatever way it is, to have you, all, inside me, what sense would itemize the “how”?». That was not a thing to be scheduled by e-mail: if this had happened, it would have been a spontaneous motion, induced by the passion..(Continues in the novel).

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

THE MARRIAGE

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FROM GIA’S HAT Act 1°: Scent of Female
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... and it was in one of those encounters, that at first you surprised me, for later unleash an overwhelming joy in my heart: you asked my hand, my love, asked me in marriage! And I agreed, with such happiness, that I felt my heart burst with the joy! I believe that ours has been the first marriage that took place in the web chat, my soul.
I still remember our beautiful wedding dress: the long white socks to cover our legs to mid-thigh, the long white gloves to climb over the forearm, on the head the bridal veil to fall on the bare back, and nothing other. Oh God, how I felt in love, moved, with my moist eyes that went to yours, to your mouth, to your dark, mysterious curly bush that peeked, graceful, between white of the garter! In the presence of the beautiful females intervened to act as witnesses, to the question that we turned to each other, “Do you want Gia/Nourhan to marry me?”. The answer was shouted out in the orgasm that we procured to each other… how beautiful it was! We were both standing erect, very close: one hand to squeeze one udder, and the other side to caress gently the inside of the thighs and vagina of the other, while we look into the eyes. After a time that was very long and suave, arrived at the climax, among the moans of pleasure, in unison, we repeatedly shouted, “Yes, I want it... I come! With you, my love!”. How nice it was to see your expression in one ecstasy that was not only of the meat but also of the soul. After that, we hugged and shook, our soft breasts were fused, our cunts exchanged the sacred incense of the orgasms, and, our tongues intertwined, we exchange a long, deep kiss. Do you remember the joyful cheers and encouragement of our fascinating witnesses?
In the midst of applause, I raised you on my arms, brought you into the bedroom, and I laid you on the white sheets, where we consumed once again the love in the most classic of the positions: that of the missionary[1]. It was as if we wanted to take us in a renewed ideal virginity, to seal our eternal union. My infinite joy: for how long we plowed our fields drenched! The intercourse was at once unleashed, suave, and we did not want to come, but despite it went on for nearly an hour, in the end, it has been inevitable.
Then, holding hands, coming out of the bedroom, we were happy to see that, in the lounge, also my young witnesses had rejoiced: for join in spirit to the two of us, they had sex repeatedly, without of selfish and ungenerous torque distinctions. And the same it was also for your witnesses, the Middle Eastern sisters, across the sea, in this beautiful oasis where we are now. As soon as you enter the salon, at first, our attention was attracted by the four young women naked, which, still enveloped with each other, they have given to our eyes the image of an extremely lubricious carnal apotheosis; then, the attention of us all was attracted by groans and howls coming from the big computer monitor: not yet satisfied, in video-chat, your sisters continued to celebrate, performing in a new copula, a beautiful, sensual, tribbing[2]».
Was Nourhan, to continue in the memory: «At the end of their tribbing, came the moment of the distribution of wedding favors; do you remember, Gia, their surprise when they opened the elegant pink casket? They have been diligent, Rashida and Nahed, to respect our desire to open them only on that day, together with our wedding witnesses».
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Two days before the wedding, during the fervent preparations in the country farmhouse of Gia, in the Verona heath, Nourhan: «Gia, damn... we forgot them! And for wedding favors?».
«Blimey! Love; you’re right! Goodness that you’ve remembered of them, otherwise, you know which unpleasant impression we would have given to them! We should think of something uncommon... let me think».
After a while that she was to cogitate, remembering own mania to get the imprint of the vagina of her lovers for then get from the low artistic reliefs, Gia: «I understood, Nourhan! Now I go into the cellar: I take the chalk and everything else that we need. Meanwhile, you must stay lying naked on the mat and put your legs well open toward backward, and hold them thanks to your arms, so as to be with very wide open pussy. At first, I will do it to you, and then, after seeing how you do, you’ll be doing the same thing to me; later, with the off-road, we will go in a hurry to Venice to immediately bring the casts from my friend sculptor, asking her to do the job quickly. But it will be good, before we left, to warn her of our arrival with a phone call».
Meanwhile that, almost naked, she was even taking off the panties off, Nourhan: «I understand, you know; you want to get something similar to that large panel which is in the hall, is it so? What a wonderful idea, Gia![3]».
Actually, in the end, the result was very original and surprisingly nice. Externally with the guise of two large seashells, once opened the semi-seashells, inside of one of them it was the reproduction of the Gia’s vagina in life size, and into the other that of Nourhan; and inside of each shell, of course, there were some pink comfits.
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Taken by the memory, Nourhan remarked: do you remember, Gia, what happened next?».
«You bet, love! Eaten the comfits, we’ve offered to witnesses the shells filled with a marquise cream of chocolate, that we had prepared, and, they sitting comfortably on the sofa, the four beautiful pussies have tasted the dessert which has been very much appreciated».
«Sure it is, that we did not miss the sweet taste, Gia, because, while they were eating from the reproduction of our pussies, we too we ate plenty of that delicious cream marquise... but not eating it from the wedding favors, but in “live”, from their sweet “passerine”. Not to change the subject, but listen to me a bit... after Francesca finished the cream that was into the shells, as she ate with great relish even the one that was on my pussy, I noticed, with pleasure, that the girl is very skilled with her mouth; especially with her tongue brisk, tireless. Not to mention of her little teeth, which, from time to time, they were to bite the lips of my cunt. So, long story short, I got from her a great enjoyment, and not even I say to you in which superlative way, later, she made me come! Oh God, what big beautiful nipples that she has: my mouth and teeth could not break away from them!».
«It could not be otherwise, Nourhan... I have grown her very well. You think that when I have met Francesca, she was only twenty years... and she was a virgin. Now she’s no longer such from a long time... and, good for her, it is so even in the back: Veronica has thought to deflower her even there so that now she did not miss any pleasure. About her nipples, they’re unique: prominent, large… is really a joy to be eating them to her. However, in eating your “patatina”, she will have remained very satisfied, Nourhan: a taste as good as yours is not common to find, not to mention of your generosity in dispense your incomparable honey».
«Virgin at twenty, do you say? Really! And... it was you, to take her virginity? Gia?».
«No; this is a pleasure I have left to Veronica; in any case, after she did it, I’m entered in games, to wean that delicate little flower.
«You know Gia, I must say that Francesca has a great pussy; I speak sincerely! Before that time, I had never seen one of them with wings so large... which seem to be made for making fly you!».
«Why, Mara’s breasts, or the ass, to mandolin, of Roberta, maybe they didn’t like to you?».
«Wow Gia: it is better that I don’t think about those! Without taking anything away from you, I had never seen before, nor kissed, an ass so wonderful, incredible! You’ve not offended, are you?».
«Come on, silly; how is it possible get offended in front of the truth? It’s true: Roberta has a bum sublime, of an extraordinary and unattainable perfection and beauty; I don’t believe to be blasphemous if I say that she seems to have been kissed by God in person».
Nourhan returned to the chronicle of that night: «Finally, once hailed Rashida and Nahed into video chat, while they resumed with the cheerful copulations, we all took a shower, and, put back on the clothes, the two of us even dressed in the bridal veil, we all went out to celebrate. After the banquet of fish and two jumps in a rustic ballroom, in the neighboring country, came back in the country house, after cut the wedding cake and uncorked the champagne, the wedding night was no less beautiful. Gia: how many more times, have we had an orgasm? I swear... I have lost count! What I remember is that all those copulas were endless, and we reached the point of exhaustion».
«It is really true, Nourhan, my soul! I remember the next day, my right hand still sore, and tongue swelled because of the long time during which I had licked you, I woke up at three in the afternoon, when you brought me breakfast in bed. And things did not go differently for Francesca, Roberta, Mara, and the brunette Encarnación, which, too exhausted due to the many coitus, they were still sleeping in the living room, above the large rug, the head resting on a tummy, or on the buttocks of another, in a confused group.
It was only in the evening, later on, that the forces allowed us to meet commitments under the sex with them, an act which would replace the signature of the wedding witnesses: you and I were brought to an orgasm by each of the four of them. At the end of this, we returned to be still together in the flesh; but this time in a group, and this until the next morning: it has been a sex marathon which lasted for nearly forty-eight hours».
«Do you remember, Gia? From the day of marriage was needed almost a week before we could go back to give us reciprocally the whip; at the end, almost saturated of sex, we went back to give to each other those emotions that so much inflamed the two of us. Ours was a very long honeymoon, this is sure, but it is over in a flash».
«Sure it is that after we did not miss anything to us».
«You’re right, Gia: in fact, you had prepared a wonderful surprise!».
«Do you speak of when I have fucked you blocked on the ground, in our “Luna Park”?».
«That’s right, Gia; I assure you: while you were to lock me down, for me it was enough to imagine what you would have done to my body! By themselves, those images in my mind put me in a lake».
«I wanted to make a surprise to you on the occasion of our wedding, and so, a week before I lied to you, telling you I would have been busy in Venice because of my books; instead, I went to the farmhouse, and I have put on that device for tortures, whose inspiration came me thinking about such thing that I had built for Francesca[4] on the occasion of her twenty-first birthday. How was beautiful and horny contemplate you; and in particular, arranged in that way!».
«Do you know what it was, above all, to make me horny, Gia? To know that I could not move even of a centimeter: in short, that everything would come to me from you; on the other hand, how could I cooperate? Me, nailed on the wooden floor, the legs obscenely spread bent backward over my head and locked by the heavy crude clamps of iron, the same for the arms, a thick iron bar that ran through my body close to my tits to keep safe the lower legs in horizontal position, my thighs maintained at the top with the bottom of the back supported by a soft support screwed into the floor; well, Gia: arranged in such a way, I felt myself at your utter mercy».
«I swear, Nourhan: you offered a magnificent spectacle! With your beautiful thighs wide open, which in that position they seemed two beautiful and tasty hams of San Daniele[5], you were so obscenely open! Observe you, helpless, ready to receive my “caresses”, well, all this has made me go crazy! And, I confess, I’m still a little regretted, having gone too far in whipping you so hard. However, in my defense there is the issue that you were an irresistible attraction: see your cunt throbbing, as well as the other little hole, was an invitation to which I could not resist».
«But what are you saying, Gia? Repented, and for what? You left carved in me a memory that will never disappear: God, as I was aroused! And especially because I was aware that, in the next day or the one after that, when I would feel well again, I could have done something like that to you. That time you have ripped my flesh using a whip to multiple queues, and after having furrowed as God commands my ass cheeks and thighs, you have also warmed my pussy and the little hole in my ass, so helpless in the perineal groove because of extreme divarication in which you had placed me. After, you’ve got to fuck me, with your cunt that kissed beautifully with mine. I remember that when you were to fuck me, before you went rubbing your clitoris in my little hole smaller, to arrive later at my clit, and then repeat that cyclical movement indefinitely, until, shouting together, we came at the same time».
«Thank you, love; I now feel more relieved. Do you know, what’s the other thing which made me very much inflame? When, with the battered thighs and covered by blisters caused of my whip, you asked me to pee: until then, I had not even given the whip on your pussy and not even on the little hole, and so, as if you were one of those fountains that are located in the parks, you have given me your pee in short spurts! I don’t say how it was tasty... perhaps because of the suffering that you were feeling».
By now for quite some time with her, Nourhan had learned how to use words to emphasize, and this, with the aim to increase their excitement beyond the reality lived, she: «Of course, Gia, after having whipped my flesh so vulnerable in all its parts so eagerly, including the tits, in palpate me with such impetus, and rubbing yourself, wildly, over my poor sore meat, you had made me suffer to the great. But this is the game that is most pleasing to us, don’t you think? And on the other hand, if you have something to reproach yourself, what I should say, since a few days after I did endure to you something like that? In any case, what has caused more pain to me, was when, before you fuck me, I asked to have a nice hot shower with your loved pee: knowing what pain I would have tried because of open furrows in my flesh, you did not want to do it; but I insisted... because I love you, and I wanted to give to you my suffering, my sweet love».
«Nourhan, not only my pussy but also my heart has become liquid: how sweet you are, my infinite joy».
«However, you know that I don’t hide anything to you, and, therefore, I feel I have to say it: if everything has been beautiful, there was something I missed, Gia».
«Why do you say this, love? What are you talking? Although overwhelmed by the suffering that I have gifted to your meat, you seemed so happy...». In her voice, there was some regret.
«I was jubilant Gia, but not entirely; well, now I’ll explain. Do you remember... towards the beginning, after you’ve fucked me so passionately, you have grabbed a cane and hit me on the arse and thighs until the first blood, reaching the extreme limit that we’ve imposed on ourselves never to exceed; about the torture, I say. Although happy, I was crying, and I shouted continuously like crazy; then, to give me a consolation that would help me to find the strength to continue, you have thrown away the barrel, you spit saliva on my little hole, and, gradually, first with your fingers and then with the whole hand, you’ve penetrated me deeply in my guts: to me, it seemed to go crazy from the anal pleasure that you went lavishing me. But to you, this was not enough because, after I had finished coming, close to me on the opposite side of the one where you were before, crouched, you have tight my head between your thighs, with your cunt glued to my mouth. After that, reversed over me, taking to massage my tighter sheath, you have started to get into it again with your fingers. Meanwhile, your mouth and fingers of the other your hand became wildly industrious on my cunt boiling. And I, what could I do, love? In the arrangement in which you had compelled me, the only thing I could move was my tongue; and therefore, as if it were a sixty-nine, we took us to another orgasm. Remember».
«Of course, I remember; however, because of the tone that you’re using, I have the impression that something has not left you satisfied, Nourhan: you were not coming well, by chance?».
«What are you saying? It was unbelievable, instead! You have surely heard my cries and my moans, no?».
«And then, my heart? I swear that I find it hard to understand you».
«See Gia: you had taken possession of me in a way outrageous and very intrusive, and...».
Perhaps because of the use of English approximate, she misinterpreted her intention and interrupted her: «I’m sorry that, at that time, you were remained offended, my love. And yet, this was not the first time; you also had taken me that way, and even many times... in my ass, I mean!».
The occasion was too appetizing, and she uses it to make fun of her. She had pretended to take umbrage: «It’s about time to make work the thing that is attached to your neck, Gia: if you did not understand, I’m talking about the brain! Of course that I liked to feel your hand navigate well in my little bum, what you’re saying! I noticed that, for you, it is necessary to explain things like for children: in short, I said… before, when you had opened me so well, in my little ass, I mean, well, I had the wish to have you inside me even more».
Having realized that she did not want to offend her, but simply tease, Gia did not react: «But more than that, love! I was sunk into you up to the wrist! What you would have wanted: the whole arm? Have fun, all right, but we must not do crap of which after repent; it must also look after the health, don’t you think?».
Inwardly, Nourhan gloated: she was taking her revenge for all the times when she had been the object of a good-natured mockery from Gia. She replied: «You continue not to understand; you’re stubborn, Gia! It was not about this that I was talking. I observe once again that the lack of orgasm, as well as for the pussy, it has an adverse effect also on your brain!».
She realized that Nourhan was still joking, and did not remain resentful; asked: «Of what are you talking about, then?».
«Ah... I always have to teach you everything! Now I’ll explain, blockhead: in the favorable condition in which I was, so much open, I would have liked to get your pee inside me until my little hole was open; i.e., before it returned to contract. I wanted to feel you inside me even more vividly, to feel your warm wave invade my tummy, for joining me even more in communion with your flesh, Gia. However, it does not matter, so much, today, tomorrow, or another day, it is possible that to happen...».
Intrigued by that obscene as lewd proposal, which was nevertheless dictated not only by lust, but also by sentiment, hiding her growing desire, in a fit of common sense, Gia replied: «Nourhan, but so you could have some telluric movements in the belly; even if done with the pee, in practice it would be an enema, in clearer words».
«In this respect there would be no problem, Gia; it is sufficient that my tummy is empty as we always do when we penetrate the other of us there; and then, even in an event of unexpected, I can hold myself very well».
«Nourhan, you know that it would also be dangerous for another reason: apart from the question of the telluric movements, in the face of such lust, who would be able to restrain herself from an orgasm which to us is prohibited until the day of my initiation? We must put aside these thoughts all too daring».
Musing on her own, laconic, she replied: «We’ll see, Gia; the ways of our beloved Goddess are endless...».
It was she, this time, to make a joke: «What are you saying... the ways of the Goddess! Those of the cunt, you would have had to say; indeed no: those of your nice little ass!».
Leaving on the table the issue, Nourhan: «You know, Gia, in the position in which you had placed me, with my pussy turned almost toward my mouth, I could live an emotion that was new for me: when, licking my clitoris and, at the same time, vigorously rubbing the G-spot[6], you have caused me a powerful squirting[7], I was so excited, that the jet was so powerful to get up to my face and inside my open mouth. It was nice also because it was the first time that I could taste the flavor of my cum straight from my cunt. Before then I had to lick it on your face. I must admit that you were right to be greedy of it: especially so hot, with a very pronounced flavor, I also found it delicious; however, I still prefer the taste of yours: it has a more delicate aroma».
«If you knew how I’m greedy for it, love! And especially for the pronounced flavor of which you have said; it will be for your carnality very Mediterranean. However, unfortunately, it will take time before you can give it to me again... with this abstinence of the cabbage, which is grinding my ovaries!» she finished, a little depressed.
To console her wife, Nourhan stroked her face and moved on to another topic: «In our history, between us Gia, there was a succession of events, emotions, and feelings, gradually, more and more pressing and tumultuous: the natural conclusion of all this it could only be our wedding. On the other hand, it was to be expected that things would have become too important for remain just a simple virtual love in the web chat. We were to meet us, touch, tighten, kiss, mix our saliva, fill the lungs with our breath and, finally, join ourselves even with the flesh, as well as with the fantasy.
In any case, I have to observe that what it was in the first weeks of our living together, which seemed to bring me high in the sky, it was only the beginning: it was thanks to our beloved tortures that our love has become even stronger, because words aren’t enough, and the senses want their fair share».
Although she was completely taken by that love, as it was in her character, desecrating even for the things which she cared more, Gia thought to make less mawkish an atmosphere that, for her tastes, was becoming overly romantic. From always convinced that it is wrong to take things too seriously, she turns her response to a joke: «I never said it to you, my love, but... (Continues in the novel).


[1] Missionary position, it is a sex position in which a woman lies on her back, and a man lies on top of her while they face each other and engage in sexual intercourse. Though commonly associated with the heterosexual sexual activity, the position is also used by gay and lesbian couples. It is commonly believed that the term “missionary position” arose in connection with Christian missionaries, who supposedly encouraged the sexual position to new converts in the colonial era. This position is often preferred by couples who enjoy its romantic qualities afforded by full skin-to-skin contact and opportunities to look into each other’s eyes and kiss and caress each other. Source: Wikipedia.
[2] Tribbing, is a form of lesbian sex in which a woman rubs her vulva against that of another, for a great mutual stimulation of the clitoris. Source: Wikipedia.
[3] The episode is narrated in the novel "From Gia’s Hat" - Act 2 °.
[4] The episode is narrated in the novel "From Gia’s Hat" - Act 2 °.
[5] Prosciutto di San Daniele, it is a raw ham product recognized Denomination of Origin by the Italian State and by the European Union. And this is for its unique and inimitable qualities due to the geographical environment, including natural and human factors. Prosciutto di San Daniele is produced in San Daniele, in the province of Udine, Northern Italy. Source: Wikipedia.
[6] G-spot, it would be a particularly sensitive point of the anterior wall of the vagina. Despite extensive research and testing, almost all of the studies refute the hypothesis of its existence. According to the Australian researcher Helen O’Connell, would, in reality, be the end part of the internal structure of the clitoris, which can reach a total interior length of 10 centimeters. One study examined with the scientific method 110 biopsies obtained from 21 women and concluded that a major site of innervation is absent in the human vagina. For this reason, in science it is believed that the G-spot does not exist. Source: Wikipedia.
[7] Squirting, or female ejaculation. It refers to the expulsion of fluid during stimulation, sexual arousal and during orgasm, similar to male ejaculation. Source: Wikipedia.