Italian Women's Erotic Sins, Volume I

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The fairy with no veils. (Fairy Tale)

That afternoon the Iron Fairy had been wearing a light dress with buttons on the front. Silently as always, she sat down next to Alba. After a few minutes, the Princess curled up at her side. She began to savor the voluptuous atmosphere that was creating between them. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh scent on her delicate flesh. She pulled on the couch both legs, bandaged by the pantyhose while abandoning her head on the arm of the fairy. Moments later, her free hand slipped from her thin legs to the deliciously full of ones of the mature woman. Pushing along the light cotton, she felt the easy flow on the bare skin of the thighs. The princess felt one of those thousand shivers that constituted her precocious sexuality.

Curious, with a pounding heart, the transgressive hand made its way to the top; climbed over the belly, delayed on the stretched navel and then up the slight slope that plodded under the generous breasts. She wanted to launch a small cry of victory, but held it back, biting her lips: she had just realized that the woman had also removed her bra. Her breasts, deliciously warm, rested on the bodice of her gown and were only withheld by the buttons. Alba met appetizing dew forming under two big breasts. The urge became violent.

The fairy was silent, as if nothing was happening; with a Sphinx face, she looked without seeing in the direction of the television; her lips enigmatically pursed; not a shred of emotion peeped on her face. Her piercing eyes carefully avoided crossing Alba’s. Yet, for the first time... the fairy, under her clothes was naked, but seemed completely indifferent to the conflicting passions that agitated the young girl.

Alba wanted to keep touching the bare skin but was afraid to seem too insistent. Eventually, she took courage: she had to attempt it. She could not stay forever in insecurity and with her breast on fire. The slender fingers acquired courage and, like artificers that manipulate an unexploded bomb, she freed one after the other the three buttons which clutched the neckline of the Iron Fairy. The breasts overflowed, as an overflowing dam, now devoid of any defense, flaring softly, moving away from one another. In the middle, like a fragrant valley, mild and sweet dew appeared.

As if coming from the undergrowth in the month of August, a puff of female fragrance invaded the nostrils of the cheeky princess. Alba was insecure in reading the signals of pleasure, but certainly did not avoid to seek the voluptuousness between those two tender and warm mountains. On the summit, rising as Tibetan temples, the breasts with the apex already as thick as a thumb, soared, enticing her to dare.

The contact of bare skin with the most intimate places of her "godmother" made the euphoric princess feel as if she was drunk. She abandoned all inhibitions and lunged with her hands on her chest and belly that sustained them, her hands eager to touch.

The indifferent and bored silence, which had often been cause sorrows in the young princess’s heart, were now blessed. The excitement made her reckless ... and, miraculously, the woman, motionless, let herself be tossed, felt, smelt, without giving signs neither of discomfort nor of appreciation; which was good for Alba who had lost her mind. She was, by now, almost ready for the decisive step; the proximity of the face and mouth to that generous breast, asked her to do something that she had never yet dared: take it between her lips with all her passion. That first kiss, erotic, extreme, would mark the end of any compromise ...

The Fairy's voice came, calm but firm, totally unexpected, as a slap in the face. The matron came out suddenly from her cryptic numbness. She revived turning to Dawn, stared at her with her dark eyes glowing like embers:

"But do you really like what you're doing?"

Dawn jumped back; withdrawing her hands. She stiffened as if she had been struck by lightning.

Although she continued to remain motionless on the couch with her breasts outside of the tight gown; despite the underlying edge, urged by the motions of Dawn, had climbed up to completely uncover the big thighs to the point of even showing the white panties, it was Alba who felt stripped naked. She felt discovered in a game that she had crazily thought she could hide. The excitement had suddenly fallen, she felt ashamed of having taken so much advantage, exaggerating, usurping. She had invaded the friendship of the good-natured fairy, insistently touching up her body without ever having received permission explicitly.

That day she had certainly exaggerated and fully felt all the violence of her transgression. She remained frozen, completely sober after the drunkenness of pleasure, she wished to sink, rather than having to admit her humiliating attitude.

***

Time had stopped in the living room. Everything seemed to be silent, even the TV.

The Iron Fairy, as impassive as a jailor, peeping into Dawn’s soul through her eyes, clear as water. Then, finally, on her face drew a faint smile that smelled of whipped cream. She resumed her comfortable position on the couch and slowly tried for Dawn's hand, repositioning it on the yielding breasts. As soon as the girl broke from the grip of fear, she laid down her head, letting some tears of joy flow from her eyes. Then the fairy pulled her close until her mouth found itself right on the nipple.

"You know that this is forbidden? Will you know to keep the secret?" She whispered to her ear. Breaking her mouth from the perverse but sweet kiss, Dawn promised with all her soul: "I will never say anything to anybody about what happens between us... here. I swear on my life!". The fairy looked down and their lips met: hers were fleshy and pronounced, and parted to the curiosity of the maiden. Dawn did not really know what to do, but the contact was intoxicating. A moment later she found on her tongue an oily and transparent juice: it was the saliva of her lover. Passing from mouth to mouth, the temperature of the liquid lowered, bringing into her mouth an unknown and new freshness. She thought she wouldn’t resist the flavor without fainting, but she gave herself strength.

"Noooo!" She could not believe that everything was really happening. That penetration between her lips was the most intimate and secret thing that had ever happened to her. When the tongues captured each-other, Dawn wanted to cry again with emotion. Little did she know that was just the beginning of their forbidden dance.

8

Taking each-other: exercises, skirmishes, perversions. (Reality)

"I'm so happy with you, I like to touch you all over and I wish so much that you to also caressed me," Nicòle said.

"You sure you want it? Do you really want a more intimate contact?" Said Flora, while they were embraced, their cheeks touching.

"Yup. I have wanted it for months: I want you to touch me too!" She added whispering "I know very well that my mother would not accept this, but I will never say anything. I want only to be yours!” Flora smiled and finally let go, the lace that blocked her emotions had dissolved. It was time to reap the fruits of her riding secrets and of her tenacity. She kissed her on the lips with complicity, and her hands began to move. They slipped under the thick sweater and searched her shoulders, satisfying their long coveted greed for that young body. From the shoulders to the hips, then, from above the stockings her hands went down to the buttocks, to find them tight and firm. They met her legs, to then rise again, dragging her wrists on the pubis, but not halting there... at least for the moment.

The caresses went back up, under the shirt and reaching the small pointy breasts, recently blossomed and very hard. Reaching the rose halo, they stopped. Flora stared at Nicòle with a smile of defiance; waiting for a permit that was not denied. Then she knowledgeably was able to press and pull those unripe hills. She surrounded and massaged them; after kissing her again, she headed, with her mouth to the jersey, subjecting her small breasts to the voraciousness of the lips. The warm breath penetrated the wool, flooding the girl with a new and heady warmth.

The excitement became dream when, with voluptuous movements, Flora slid upwards the shirt and the light vest, allowing direct contact of her lips on the pink buttons, hard as pearl stones.

The girl’s womb was on fire. The desire stirred her wholly, she did not know how, but she wanted from that woman all that eros had to offer. Nicòle could not know, that the dance was only the set of preliminaries. In fact, a few minutes later, Flora got up, double-locked the door and took her hand. Barefoot, like forest nymphs, they went upstairs where the bedroom was.

She laid her down pressing on her gently, then she lowered over the young girl putting herself on all fours, like a bitch; while her boundless breasts precipitated on Nicòle’s neck and chest.

"My darling, now you can look at and touch ... everything. No need to hold yourself any longer. It's been so long since I wanted this, my dear." She shook a lock of hair with her fingers. "At last ..." he added, almost moved by the ecstasy of the moment.

Then Nicòle, with a liberating gesture, opened all her buttons and let the robe flow off, leaving her fairy finally naked, in all the opulence of her soft forms: now exposed completely in front of the eager eyes.

She had already began to enjoy just by watching the feminine curves she had wanted for months. She possessed her with her eyes, like a child who becomes master a toy he has longed for. Now free, Nicòle began touching the woman, to then study her breasts, her stomach and hips.

Flora was still wearing the white panties. Curious to try, Nicòle's fingers rummaged under the elastic, she wanted to find out how far she could push past the new frontier of sensuality. She tried for the edge and began to take them off. The woman abandoned herself to the fresh pleasure, and Nicòle, following her body with her touch, had the opportunity to explore all its flesh, all the way to the bare and warm feet which she had so often wanted to kiss. Now, the great lady was naked and her own: what an unexpected pleasure!

As a gift of love, even the young girl offered herself:

"Take me too, Flora, discover me, look at me and touch everything you desire of me, my body has belonged to you for a long time, treat me as if I were your thing."

The adult was very able: her hands slid off all her clothes, running on the skin and making her vibrate. Languidly she removed her torn stockings, making them slip on the long-legged gazelle. The fingers stroked her small breasts which reacted to each of her caresses by themselves. Motherly, she adjusted her lingerie on a pillow. Before long, even the girl was completely stripped naked.

For Nicòle to be facing her was like flying: to see the entire body made her feel suspended in a disturbing state never felt before.

Being so naked allowed them to melt in a total embrace, every centimeter of skin was in contact, coinciding. Lying on the bed, Flora’s hands, immediately followed by her lips, began the passionate journey that would never be erased from the memories of Nicòle.

Her fingers on her were like sparks, molten lava. They slipped, hungry for meat; just after her fingers, the mouth came, moist of breath and saliva, seemingly smoky. A burning droll left on the still immature body unknown emotions. The trail evaporated immediately due to the love fever, procuring uncontrollable shivers of excitement. Nicòle was in a trance. She lived everything as if in another dimension. The new feelings were intense, violent, yet muffled, as if her mind was living under the effect of the most intoxicating drug.

Finally, after long wanderings, her fingers reached the little butterfly, which as if just freed from the cocoon, stood motionless and contrite, waiting for her innermost intimacy to teach her to hatch pleasure. What had seemed to be an unsustainable peak of pleasure, turned out to only be the dawn of the forbidden path during that terrible and unnatural pairing.

Flora's hand devoted itself to the gem belonging to young Nicòle: she caressed her, comforted her ... she warned her to stay strong, since the sinking was coming. In fact, a few moments later, the full mouth descended relentlessly, greedily. The little butterfly snached, the raped wings filled with dew, splitting to its ends with the mighty and strong tongue. The whole mouth was pressing; the entire tongue penetrated unstoppable: like the canine tooth of a vampire, thirsty for honey. Flora penetrated into the wet and, simultaneously firey from passion chapel.

An obscene sound emanated from the erotic scene. The sweetness had given way to greed. An electric lightning, breaking bright, set off from Nicòle’s womb following every innermost muscle, reaching the brain, making her jump with excitement.

A pleasure never experienced, unknown even in the lonely nights when she tormented her sex. Flora lay on her with the same strength of a male who wants to possess the conquered prey. Without deflowering her, she made her hers repeatedly, perhaps even more vehemently; branding her forever with her weight and with the blazing letters of her irrepressible desire. She slipped in with the stiff middle finger, then also the index managed to pass inside.

The orgasm... Nicòle’s orgasms began a few minutes after the pressure waves on her wrecking flesh. After, it was impossible to count them, as it would not be possible to count the days of love and pleasure to come. All those hours together, during which they transformed into inseparable lovers.

When Nicòle tried to reciprocate, directing the mouth to the places of women secrets, Flora did not allow her to reach them. The girl had to be content to rest her cheek on her belly as she tried to inhale, close to the the woman’s, all the smell that it emanated.

Her lover caressed her hand and gently guided her, granting to venture inside her but only with the fingers. Nicòle began to dig and to rummage, as if in her own property, wallowing in that sea of moods. Secretly, she licked her fingers to immediately return to her fingering. Flora exploded within minutes, with no more control. Just as Nicòle realized that her governess was reaching climax, she searched with the other hand, for her pudenda and joined in the novel pleasure, the liquid sound made her dissolve ... like fainting, in a lake of sin. Coming together was inconceivable, initiating at once a communion that could have never again been ignored.

For the young Nicòle, this was the first real sexual experience, and it was all female. It went far beyond just sex; She flowed in the emotion of love: a sensation that would have never been matched in her life. For as much pleasure she would ever taste, no relationship would hold the comparison with the first, marking, adventure. Those couple of intense and overwhelming hours remained imprinted in her memory with a level of unparalleled ecstasy.

Exhausted, she curled under the body of her fairy, after the unbridled sex, now seeking unconditional love.

And she fell asleep.

9

Magic Intermezzo. (Fairy Tale)

The hot summer passed and warmed the senses, while the half-naked bodies of the two lovers, the young princess and the mature fairy showed and clung to each-other, slaves of the same desire.

Even autumn came, with her gentle calmness, inviting them to seek and to possess one another, taking advantage of every opportunity.

Then winter and the cold kept them close, skin to skin, under one blanket, in a scented pleasure.

Finally, in the spring their butterflies flourished and were hornier more than ever: The best time to drawn in the other's mouth, manipulating it until, from the intensely fragrant and sweet as honey corolla, poured rose love water.

And so, blending into one another, in an amalgam of sex and passion, the women passed the seasons of compelling and perverse love. Alba grew and learned; the Iron Fairy felt an intense languor, leaving a dominant part possessing her mature body. The princess, in addition to love, enjoyed playing with her, subduing her to her whims.

Often the fairy was content to kneel by the large sofa, being the servant, the slave. Her fawning tribute began at Alba’s feet. Then she would massage her, kiss her to the extreme, leaving her in the end to rest under her motherly embrace. Slowly, she made her discover pleasure in all its possible shades. Firstly, she granted her all of herself, then she started to seek pleasure in possessing her. She taught her all the games and cunnings, allowed her to use sex objects, to learn how to give pleasure to a woman manfully. The princess was playing and experimenting. She loved to take the fairy from all sides, she enjoyed seeing her receive her penetrating thrusts in every meander.

The woman enjoyed the naivety of Alba, every day more proven, more curious, more cunning, the unbridled pursuit of passion. The fairy, now, took pleasure in her disciple.

At night the fairy, more mature and shrewd, alone in bed listening to the chirping of cicadas, would immerse in deep thinking of new perversions to practice the next day. It did not seem true to be able to crown her most shameful dreams, using that tender and young body, that fertile and enchanted mind.

She had kept her a virgin until then, but one day she decided to launch her most powerful erotic spell.

Meanwhile, the Princess’ parents, unaware of what was happening, focused on their complicated lives. The queen, blindly trusted the friendship that bound her to the fairy. Although he realized that, in the gingerbread house, something more than just sipping some tea with cookies occurred. But all was quiet thanks to that very special relationship. The friend was sweet and patient, the princess was growing happy and strong, and she, the mother, was freer than ever.

That was fine. Investigating would have been useless and even challenging.

10

Uncontrollable thirst for pleasure. (Reality)

Nicòle was welcoming her, suffering, but firm. Arms crossed under her head that was being crushed against the backrest at each pressure. Her knees, resting on a blanket on the floor, were apart. She had done so much to persuade Flora to make her feel her most secret liabilities, since little Nicòle had been for years attacking all her intimate parts.

The object which helping them was big, very thick but not too long. When she wore it, Nicòle gave no respite to her friend. Flora received it all by herself, without blinking an eye, but became careful and strict when it came to using Nicòle’s body for such pleasure. So she had taken time to enable her to suffer, but without being too painful and remaining a virgin.