FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS (A Steamy Collection)

Chapter 6

We worked our tongues over and around each other, not delving past each others lips at all. This was all for show and our combined spit dripped onto my breasts and ran down our chins. I rode Attolini’s c**k with my palms against his chest, pressing down on the man’s n*****s. I tightened my tummy and thighs so that my asshole would clasp itself around his p***s, giving him small contractions every time his cockhead found the bottom of my s*x. I could feel it there, kissing the pillow of my prostate with a delicious jolt of pleasure.

As I began to move a little faster, my erection bounced up and down to slap his belly. I leaked precum all over the man, the stain of my arousal spreading quickly and he must have read my mind as Attolini let go of my left hip and took my c**k in his hand. He jerked me off quickly, the pleasure making me move even faster as I rode his beautiful prick. I bounced my ass off his pelvis and moaned softly, arching my back as Monica licked my shoulders and squeezed my t**s through that silly bikini. I felt on fire inside and out, burning with lust.

I came with an explosive rush of semen, spurting across his chest and landing the first milky dollop squarely on the man’s chin and even his lips. He tasted me with his tongue as the next shot landed short of his neck and the next few spurts painted his chest with my creamy semen. It had been a good c*m, a beautiful orgasm, and near the end of it, with my c**k pulsing weakly and only drooling onto his flesh, Attolini came as well. I felt his c**k jerk inside me, but the joy of feeling his sperm seeping into my bowels wasn’t to be had. He filled the condom with his c*m and that seemed slightly frustrating, but there was little I could do about it as I surrendered to his lips and a passionate French kiss.

Monica carefully removed Attolini’s condom and he’d filled it with a healthy load of semen. He called one of the girls over in Italian and while I didn’t understand exactly what he told her, I already knew what the man wanted. As I moved off his body to curl up next to Attolini, Sophia scampered to the bar for a glass of champagne, and she couldn’t have been more than fourteen. A very dark girl in the hair and eyes, with olive skin and a brilliant smile, her exotic looks seemed the most attractive to me. I had no idea why she’d become a prostitute, but it hardly mattered as Monica poured the contents of the condom into the champagne.

The slimy stuff plopped into the glass like glue, some of it floating briefly in the bubbles before sinking slowly. Monica squeezed the rubber like a tube of toothpaste to get as much out of it as she could and when Attolini gave a satisfied grunt, we watched Sophia drain the glass between her full lips, a thick blob of semen sliding along at the end and finally disappearing into her mouth as she swallowed. That was her job on this voyage, one of them, another was to nurse on Attolini’s prick when he felt the need to urinate, and she must have had a lot of practice.

I giggled and shared smiles with Monica as she took the man’s wet c**k into her mouth and after f*****g me, I guessed it was time to empty his bladder once more. Sophia closed her lips around the prominent ridge of his smooth cockhead and waited patiently. We waited as well and a few seconds later Attolini sighed softly, holding me close with his left hand and stroking Sophia’s angelic face with the other while she quickly swallowed his hot piss. The girl didn’t spill a drop either and so I had no idea how much she drank, but it must have been a lot for she swallowed nearly twenty times by my count.

“You piss,” he told Monica, pushing Sophia until she had her mouth around my friend’s sexy c**k.

We were all going to use her and it took a few minutes before Monica could relax enough to let her bladder go, but she finally did. The Italian girl didn’t utter a sound of protest as she swallowed more hot urine. When it was my turn, I had to pee, but the sensation of having Sophia’s warm, moist mouth around my d**k seemed completely strange. I felt a little reluctant possibly, looking into the girl’s big brown eyes, but I finally let loose a stream of piss that she swallowed quickly. I tried to control myself and make it easier for her.

Attolini pushed the girl away when she’d finished drinking my bladder dry and pulled Monica’s mouth to his flaccid c**k, telling her in his heavily accented French to make him hard again. Sophia was forgotten as the man had no interest in her otherwise, and she stood up and rubbed her perhaps slightly swollen belly. I couldn’t tell if she’d enjoyed playing toilet for the three of us or not. She didn’t frown or smile, but only crossed the room so she could dance around the girl still getting f****d by the other two men. They’d at least moved the blonde onto the floor and she straddled one hard c**k while the other took her from behind and she seemed to be having a good time.

Lido had finished with the twins and reclined on pillows smoking a cigarette and drinking wine. He hadn’t bothered to untie them, however, and they continue to lick each other with happy abandon. And they were all stoned on ecstasy and cocaine and champagne and anything else those girls could get their hands on. One of the men had been handing out little red pills shaped like hearts and I’d taken one, so had Monica, but we had no idea what they were. We could be a little stupid sometimes, I admit that. But we avoided the other drugs. I’d tried coke before and it had been sort of fun, but scary too.

I just wanted the s*x, that’s all, and that’s why we were there. Attolini and his three friends were on a week long s*x cruise and nothing was taboo.

“I watch you,” Attolini told us later, in his large and luxurious master suite. “Make a movie. No?”

“Whatever you want,” I shrugged and Monica just rolled her shining green eyes as we lay on the king sized bed.

He’d set up a video camera on a tripod and after making sure it had the view he wanted, brought us more champagne. I wasn’t sure I needed much more to drink, being rather giggly by then, but Attolini insisted and that stuff was very good. Monica and I looked at each other and shrugged, smiling and touching our glasses together. It made our host happy and that’s what really counted, so we drank and shared a champagne filled kiss immediately afterward.

That’s exactly what Attolini wanted. “Action!” he said with a clap of his hands, sitting in a chair while the camera caught two girly boys having s*x for his pleasure.

We sat side-by-side, leaning against the headboard and giggling playfully. Monica’s hand explored my breasts, perfect like hers with my swollen n*****s pointing towards heaven. She knew exactly how to touch me and when she brought her hand to my mouth, I wet her fingers with my tongue. Monica rubbed my saliva over and around my throbbing n*****s, occasionally taking one of my breasts in her hand so she could squeeze it for the camera.

I used my free hand to play with her tummy and thighs, dragging my pink fingernails across Monica’s flawless skin. I avoided her c**k, long and swollen and curving upward from her smooth pelvis. I just wanted to tease her for awhile. We kissed deeply, tilting our heads and sealing our lips together. Her tongue seemed to fill me and it felt soft and wet, warm as she explored my mouth. When I chased it into her mouth, I did much the same thing. I tickled the roof of her mouth and licked the insides of Monica’s cheeks.

After several minutes of that, I lowered my head and caught her left n****e between my lips, nursing on her like a child and shifting my body as sought a better position. Monica kissed my shoulders and down my back as I kissed her tummy. I nipped at her soft flesh and teased her with my teeth, drifting lower and turning until we could 69 with each other. I’d worshiped her c**k many times, a hundred times, and Monica had loved me as well. We were so comfortable with each other, confident and trusting. Making love to Monica seemed very much like incest by then, as if she’d become the older sister I’d never had.

So far as being the last memory I have of Monica, it’s a pretty good one and I sometimes think I’m lucky to have it.