Sex on a volcano
Behind the high walls out of the gaze of the curious, an orgy was taking place. Francesca was being screwed by two men one in each hole. Being double done was one of her favourite activities. One stud was on top whilst she bounced on the other taking her up the arse. The one at the front had to be pretty athletic to keep up with her. Across the room Lucia was receiving the same treatment only in her case she was lying on top of the young waiter whilst her boyfriend was inside her anus. Like mother like daughter.
In another corner of the room her best friend Caterina, was currently restricting herself to her husband though he was taking her up the arse doggy style. Lucia looked around the room for their housekeeper to see she had her legs wrapped around another young man who was supporting her body against the wall. Clothilde was an inventive little tart.
“Clottie when you finished fucking get another case of wine up from the cellar.” It was difficult to tell whether there was an acknowledgement from her as she was in the midst of a climax. However Lucia rather lost interest anyway as she climaxed herself.
Though it was October the sun still beat down in their hide away in the Aeolian isles in the southern Mediterranean. All the time the sun streamed through the windows not as strong as summer but still with warmth this far south. They were on the home of Vulcan god of fire and volcanoes, the island of Vulcano in the Aeolian Isles of the coast of Sicily. Indeed Vulcano had an active volcano itself as well as a few allegedly dead ones. Winters were short here and the last vestiges of summer survived.
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If it was mild in volcano the same could not be said for England. Torrential rain was making driving difficult along the rural main road. A cross wind was driving sideways and in places there was surface water. It was a nasty night to be driving by anyone’s standards
Margaret was dozing in the back seat cuddled against her twin step sister Tamara. Of course they weren’t really twins but two step sisters who just happened to share the same birthday. Over the last twelve years their respective parents had been together they had formed as close a bond as genetic sisters.
Margaret was woken by a screeching of breaks followed by the most almighty crash throwing her forward. The next thing that she knew, she was in hospital and hurt in too many places to count. A nurse seeing she was awake told her not to worry and gave her some pain killers. Drifting off again Margaret thought that was stupid advice clearly she should be worrying about whatever had happened.
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The studs had departed as had Caterina’s husband but that did not stop the orgy. For after having a meal the four women started again. Francesca was tribbing with Clothilde whilst Lucia was on a double dildo with Caterina. The two couples were lying side by side, so that they could kiss their opposite number.
Four very naughty ladies were always finding new ways of enjoying each other’s bodies. All four had enhanced their breasts so they were very large and they were rubbing them against those of their neighbour. The phone rang most people having sex would have ignored it but Francesca’s business depended on timing
“Hello is that Francesca? ” said a strange English voice. When she admitted was the voice asked if she knew Sarah and Tamara Brook and was she related to them. After saying that yes Sarah was her cousin and that Tamara was her cousins daughter. Then the bad news, there had been a car crash Tamara was u*********s and Sarah had died. Francesca was the only number in both phones.
Francesca was not close to her cousin but she was the closest relative to and as far as she knew possibly only relative to Tamara. Also despite not meeting frequently, she was fond of her cousins daughter. For Francesca there was no real alternative she flew to England via Sicily the next morning.
Arriving at the hospital the next evening she found Tamara was conscious and Francesca had the tough job of breaking the news to her. Apparently a heavy lorry had sk**ded on surface water so it was across the road and their car and gone into it at speed. Both front seat passengers had been killed instantly, in the back Tamara had banged her head and was concussed. As for Margaret she had severely twisted her ankle though had avoided breaking it. Whilst visiting Tamara, Francesca met Margaret and quickly realised how close the two step-sisters were.
When the two girls were released from hospital Francesca helped them sort things out. They were both adults but having little life experience having recently left university and being from a wealthy background had not had to face the realities of life, before disaster struck. Also Tamara whilst avoiding serious damage was having severe headaches and Margaret would have her ankle immobilised for some time
The solution that was come up with was that the two girls would accompany Francesca back to her villa on Vulcano in the Aeolian Isles off the coast of Italy. This was the point that the girls found out that Francesca was wealthy even by their far from impoverished standards, as her solution to travel was rather than fly by public airline was to hire a jet to fly back to Sicily.
From the airport a limo whisked then to the port of Milazzo they were transferred to a private boat that was as fast as a speed boat but as large as a motor yacht. At least that was the plan, the girls found that the weather in the Med was not always bright and sunny. They had to stay on Sicily overnight as a storm was raging and they would have to delay the trip. This was not a problem as the young man whose boat it was, proved very hot and very charming. Alesandro was a neighbour of Francesca and a bona fide aristocrat being the son of Count Ventri.
That evening, with the rain lashing against the windows they are in the hotel restaurant. iBoth girls were on the receiving end of Alesandro’s considerable charm but Margaret was her normal quiet and somewhat diffident self with strangers, leaving the field clear for Tamara who did not miss her opportunity.
When the others had retired Tamara found herself in Alesandro’s room by some strange chance probably connected with the fact she found him incredibly hot
“Ah I see that at least one of the fair English roses is not shy. I am glad because I try to be a gentleman and going to your room on such short acquaintance would be ungentlemanly.”
“Whereas me coming here is ladylike?” She didn’t wait for an answer but lent forward for a kiss and was not disappointed.
They took their time exploring each other’s body and languidly removing clothing. Alesandro proved an expert at eating pussy, much to Tamara’s delight. Having suitably excited his partner Alesandro suggested that she go on top. Since Tammie enjoyed the control she enthusiastically agreed and was soon bobbing up and down.
“Oh shit that makes my head hurt.”
The vigorous activity had set off one of the headaches. Alesandro despite being somewhat frustrated proved he really was a gentleman and showed sympathy. And they ended up sleeping together and nothing further happened that night.
They waited until after lunch to make the crossing by which time the seas had died down to some degree but it was still an exciting trip but Alesandro proved a competent skipper. On arrival, they were travelled around the island before arriving at an estate with high walls. The villa was once you passed the forbidding outer walls utterly lovely with spacious rooms and exquisite frescos on the walls.
They settled in quickly though the more adventurous Tamara fitted in better than Margaret who was more cautious. That frequent orgies took place was a surprise and in Margaret’s case a shock. This placed her in a dilemma as she didn’t really want to be around when they occurred. On the other hand she didn’t want to return to England and be separated from Tamara.
Also there was the minor technicality that she would also have to find a job, run a home etc. On Vulcano this was taken care of for Francesca was very much treating her as family. For Tamara however it was far easier, joining in the sex games was exciting and appealed to her.
Margaret decided that since she was clearly welcome to stay as long as she wanted to do so until her ankle was better and she had worked out what to do next. Even if the weather was not brilliant she was still in a luxurious villa on an idyllic island. Also she was with Tammy, the reality was that though they were very close in their relationship, even if in character they were utterly different.
Tamara was outgoing, adventurous and sexually liberal. The most she had tried with another girl was a kiss and bit of a fondle but having sex with a woman seemed like a fun idea. Half Italian she was more effusive than her ‘twin’
Margaret on the other hand was a diffident, well behaved girl almost the caricature of a demure English rose. Though the one thing about the girls was the similarity in appearance, fairly tall with willowy figures but with curves in the preferred places, they both had long, straight, mid brown hair. Margaret’s complexion was fair with Tamara a bit darker but still light. Though experience had proved if they stayed in Italy they would both tan to a rich golden colour.
For Margaret it took a bit of getting used to the idea that residents of the villa currently all female would happily kiss and touch each other. The time of year meant they mostly dressed adequately but even so a fair amount of casual nudity went on.
The most embarrassing thing in the first few days was when Margaret wandered into Tamara’s bedroom to borrow clothes to find that Lucia and Clothilde had seduced her and all three were naked on the bed. Clothilde was wearing a strap-on which waved around.
“Oops we weren’t planning on you seeing this Margie but now you here come and join us.” Said an unabashed Lucia.
“Eh no thanks, sorry ehm I will come back later.”
Margaret left only just short of an outright run slowed only by her ankle, that was still healing . Margaret headed for her bedroom and firmly shut the door behind her before throwing herself on the bed. On one level she was shocked by the sight but another little voice also said she should have accepted and joined in. Also now her bloody ankle ached.
A couple of moments later there was a knock on the door and Tamara asked if she could come in. Margaret didn’t really want to talk to her but let her enter in any case. At least she had taken the time to put on a silk dressing gown and tie it up though she was still naked underneath.
“Sorry Maggie, all the others are bi and I was curious you know I have always been a bit of a tart but here I think I am dropping ‘the’ bit part. I was curious but I am not going to claim it was anything other than consensual.”
“I wonder if I am the odd one out. Well here I certainly am. You fit in but I don’t. The trouble is that if I go back to England I will have to sort things out for myself.”
“Well of course you can live at home. Whilst both of us own it jointly as part of our inheritance I am not going to push for it to be sold. Also we get a fair income from those investments and the insurance pay-out from the accident will be huge. The only trouble is I don’t want to be separated from you.”
“Neither do I. Also spending the winter here is a lot more pleasant a prospect than wet, cold England.“
Today it was bright and mild in Vulcano and by any stretch of the imagination nicer than English weather. The forecast said it was raining just for a change.
The next weekend there was going to be a party again. Margaret knew that the party would turn into an orgy before very long. To be polite she talked with guests for a while particularly pleased that she had a long conversation with Alesandro. Maggie might be a rather prim young lady but that didn’t stop her noticing that the young Italian nobleman had a very nice body to look at and it was combined with sophistication and charm and a pleasant character. All in all very attractive, even if she wasn’t sure she trusted him.
Having eaten a bit Maggie filled a plate with pastries and retreated to her room being careful to lock the door. When the party got really raunchy she had agreed with Lucrezia that she would make herself scarce since she was most definitely not going to join in with the debauchery.
A little bit of her was curious. It was not as if she was a virgin as she had a couple of boyfriends at Oxford. Those liaisons were not that exciting but the logical part of her mind said that they were probably as inexperienced as her and not very good at sex.
Laying on her bed Maggie realised that this place had made her loosen up at least a bit. Thinking about sex generally and the orgy in particular had turned her on and she was wet. One hand had slid down inside her panties and without thinking about it she was playing with herself. That is something that would not have happened back in England. Maggie guiltily took away her hand and then thought about it and decided that nobody she now knew would criticise her or even consider it anything other than normal.
Back went the hand and she explored consciously pleasuring herself now. Maggie sat up and pulled her dress over her head and unhooked her bra. The other hand concentrated on her breasts. Her panties got in the way so off they came. It was not that long before she achieved what her two previous sex partners had not and she brought herself to a small climax. For the first time in her life she went to sleep naked.
Around her in the Villa Borgia far more racy activities that a bit of harmless masturbation were taking place. Tamara had never taken part in an orgy before but this did not stop her enthusiastic participation. It had started with some couples kissing and breast or two being unleashed from clothing. Others joined in and more clothing was dispensed with. One of Alessandro’s friends came up behind her and started kissing her neck which proved a prelude to pulling Tamara’s dress down to reveal her boobs and then stroke them. Tammie did not mind at all.
Lucrezia and Lucia were both starkers and bouncing up and down being fucked cowgirl style. Tamara thought this looked like fun so pulled the young Italian over to the sofa to join them.
As the fucking continued both Lucrezia and Lucia shifted holes so they could be buggered. This was something new to Tamara but when it was suggested to her by her partner she agreed though warning him that this was a first. The cock and her arsehole were liberally covered in lube and he entered her. It hurt at first but he proved quite gentle and she was soon enjoying feeling so full. More and more of the fairly large cock was inside her. Before long Tammie was as excited as the other two women. They made a very noisy trio as they climaxed in sequence.
When they had finished Lucrezia leaned over and kissed her. This was not a first of course but this time it wasn’t interrupted.
Lucrezia went to town on making her first sapphic experience an exciting one and she succeeded. Tamara had before the evening decided to go with everything she could stand. Maybe not S&M or other more extreme things but everything else so she copied what was being done to her. The result was her second climax of the evening.
The next morning all the guests had gone home and it was just the girls again, Tamara had spent the remainder of the night with Francesca. Unfortunately it was fairly obvious to Margaret where she had been but instead of being shocked she was a little turned on. Margaret had had dreams of distinctly Sapphic nature and when she had woken happily played with herself both in bed and in the shower. Margaret had now got used to the idea that her step-sister was distinctly bi and was beginning to suspect that so was she.
The day was fairly normal the weather had deteriorated as even the Aeolian Isles are not sunny and warm all the time. Francesca was working along with Lucia. The two English girls decided that they should work out what is was they wanted to do with life.
“Lets us think it through Lucia has made it clear that living here is an option for both of us. I don’t think either of us would want to be idle and it would be a waste of our very good educations.”
Both had gone to Oxford and got a first class honours. They were not only wealthy but very bright indeed. Margaret’s was in applied maths and Tamara’s in history of art. They talked with the others that evening. Lucia suggested that Tamara should try producing a series of art books aimed at being a very approachable are history.
“Include every amusing anecdote you can find, you know that you can be very witty some of our email exchanges had me creased up. Now what use can Margaret make of that incredibly mathematical brain. I think I will see if I can get young Tomasso to come over, he is another with that kind of mind.”
Margaret didn’t know what exactly Francesca was thinking of but Tomasso sounded interesting being someone who designed algorithms for use by very sophisticated artificial intelligence programmes. Two weeks later he arrived on the island nobody had mentioned that he was even hotter than Alesandro.
Talking of Alesandro he had very much taken a liking to Tamara. This didn’t mean that he was ignoring Lucia. By preference he would like to get them into the same bed with him. They were both aware of this and played hard to get just on principal but agreed that if he was really nie to then they would agree. Matching tall leather boots of the finest quality counted they both agreed so they gave in and went to bed still wearing the boots.
Margaret on the other hand was totally smitten. Tomasso was very shy and utterly unaware of his physical attractiveness. Always diffident he was worse with Margaret as the attraction was utterly mutual. This went on for several days until Margaret whose inhibitions were being eroded by the women around him solve the problem by openly dragging him into her bedroom. Diffident he might be but he was still an Italian male. When the girl of his dreams set about seducing him he co-operated fully.
The morning after it was a very smug Margaret that had breakfast with Tamara and Lucia. They were both fascinated by the change in her. The secret was that she felt rather proud of herself and a lot more at home now she had been so open about sex.
It was a turning point for having got him in her bed she was letting out again well not at night anyway. When she found out that he quite liked the idea of the orgies well it gave her the excuse to join in. Margaret just allowed herself to become as bad as the rest and soon confirmed that she did indeed like girls.
Spring came early to Vulcano the next year and the two English girls were happy that terrible stormy day in England beginning to fade. They were quite happy living and fucking on a Volcano.
In another corner of the room her best friend Caterina, was currently restricting herself to her husband though he was taking her up the arse doggy style. Lucia looked around the room for their housekeeper to see she had her legs wrapped around another young man who was supporting her body against the wall. Clothilde was an inventive little tart.
“Clottie when you finished fucking get another case of wine up from the cellar.” It was difficult to tell whether there was an acknowledgement from her as she was in the midst of a climax. However Lucia rather lost interest anyway as she climaxed herself.
Though it was October the sun still beat down in their hide away in the Aeolian isles in the southern Mediterranean. All the time the sun streamed through the windows not as strong as summer but still with warmth this far south. They were on the home of Vulcan god of fire and volcanoes, the island of Vulcano in the Aeolian Isles of the coast of Sicily. Indeed Vulcano had an active volcano itself as well as a few allegedly dead ones. Winters were short here and the last vestiges of summer survived.
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If it was mild in volcano the same could not be said for England. Torrential rain was making driving difficult along the rural main road. A cross wind was driving sideways and in places there was surface water. It was a nasty night to be driving by anyone’s standards
Margaret was dozing in the back seat cuddled against her twin step sister Tamara. Of course they weren’t really twins but two step sisters who just happened to share the same birthday. Over the last twelve years their respective parents had been together they had formed as close a bond as genetic sisters.
Margaret was woken by a screeching of breaks followed by the most almighty crash throwing her forward. The next thing that she knew, she was in hospital and hurt in too many places to count. A nurse seeing she was awake told her not to worry and gave her some pain killers. Drifting off again Margaret thought that was stupid advice clearly she should be worrying about whatever had happened.
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The studs had departed as had Caterina’s husband but that did not stop the orgy. For after having a meal the four women started again. Francesca was tribbing with Clothilde whilst Lucia was on a double dildo with Caterina. The two couples were lying side by side, so that they could kiss their opposite number.
Four very naughty ladies were always finding new ways of enjoying each other’s bodies. All four had enhanced their breasts so they were very large and they were rubbing them against those of their neighbour. The phone rang most people having sex would have ignored it but Francesca’s business depended on timing
“Hello is that Francesca? ” said a strange English voice. When she admitted was the voice asked if she knew Sarah and Tamara Brook and was she related to them. After saying that yes Sarah was her cousin and that Tamara was her cousins daughter. Then the bad news, there had been a car crash Tamara was u*********s and Sarah had died. Francesca was the only number in both phones.
Francesca was not close to her cousin but she was the closest relative to and as far as she knew possibly only relative to Tamara. Also despite not meeting frequently, she was fond of her cousins daughter. For Francesca there was no real alternative she flew to England via Sicily the next morning.
Arriving at the hospital the next evening she found Tamara was conscious and Francesca had the tough job of breaking the news to her. Apparently a heavy lorry had sk**ded on surface water so it was across the road and their car and gone into it at speed. Both front seat passengers had been killed instantly, in the back Tamara had banged her head and was concussed. As for Margaret she had severely twisted her ankle though had avoided breaking it. Whilst visiting Tamara, Francesca met Margaret and quickly realised how close the two step-sisters were.
When the two girls were released from hospital Francesca helped them sort things out. They were both adults but having little life experience having recently left university and being from a wealthy background had not had to face the realities of life, before disaster struck. Also Tamara whilst avoiding serious damage was having severe headaches and Margaret would have her ankle immobilised for some time
The solution that was come up with was that the two girls would accompany Francesca back to her villa on Vulcano in the Aeolian Isles off the coast of Italy. This was the point that the girls found out that Francesca was wealthy even by their far from impoverished standards, as her solution to travel was rather than fly by public airline was to hire a jet to fly back to Sicily.
From the airport a limo whisked then to the port of Milazzo they were transferred to a private boat that was as fast as a speed boat but as large as a motor yacht. At least that was the plan, the girls found that the weather in the Med was not always bright and sunny. They had to stay on Sicily overnight as a storm was raging and they would have to delay the trip. This was not a problem as the young man whose boat it was, proved very hot and very charming. Alesandro was a neighbour of Francesca and a bona fide aristocrat being the son of Count Ventri.
That evening, with the rain lashing against the windows they are in the hotel restaurant. iBoth girls were on the receiving end of Alesandro’s considerable charm but Margaret was her normal quiet and somewhat diffident self with strangers, leaving the field clear for Tamara who did not miss her opportunity.
When the others had retired Tamara found herself in Alesandro’s room by some strange chance probably connected with the fact she found him incredibly hot
“Ah I see that at least one of the fair English roses is not shy. I am glad because I try to be a gentleman and going to your room on such short acquaintance would be ungentlemanly.”
“Whereas me coming here is ladylike?” She didn’t wait for an answer but lent forward for a kiss and was not disappointed.
They took their time exploring each other’s body and languidly removing clothing. Alesandro proved an expert at eating pussy, much to Tamara’s delight. Having suitably excited his partner Alesandro suggested that she go on top. Since Tammie enjoyed the control she enthusiastically agreed and was soon bobbing up and down.
“Oh shit that makes my head hurt.”
The vigorous activity had set off one of the headaches. Alesandro despite being somewhat frustrated proved he really was a gentleman and showed sympathy. And they ended up sleeping together and nothing further happened that night.
They waited until after lunch to make the crossing by which time the seas had died down to some degree but it was still an exciting trip but Alesandro proved a competent skipper. On arrival, they were travelled around the island before arriving at an estate with high walls. The villa was once you passed the forbidding outer walls utterly lovely with spacious rooms and exquisite frescos on the walls.
They settled in quickly though the more adventurous Tamara fitted in better than Margaret who was more cautious. That frequent orgies took place was a surprise and in Margaret’s case a shock. This placed her in a dilemma as she didn’t really want to be around when they occurred. On the other hand she didn’t want to return to England and be separated from Tamara.
Also there was the minor technicality that she would also have to find a job, run a home etc. On Vulcano this was taken care of for Francesca was very much treating her as family. For Tamara however it was far easier, joining in the sex games was exciting and appealed to her.
Margaret decided that since she was clearly welcome to stay as long as she wanted to do so until her ankle was better and she had worked out what to do next. Even if the weather was not brilliant she was still in a luxurious villa on an idyllic island. Also she was with Tammy, the reality was that though they were very close in their relationship, even if in character they were utterly different.
Tamara was outgoing, adventurous and sexually liberal. The most she had tried with another girl was a kiss and bit of a fondle but having sex with a woman seemed like a fun idea. Half Italian she was more effusive than her ‘twin’
Margaret on the other hand was a diffident, well behaved girl almost the caricature of a demure English rose. Though the one thing about the girls was the similarity in appearance, fairly tall with willowy figures but with curves in the preferred places, they both had long, straight, mid brown hair. Margaret’s complexion was fair with Tamara a bit darker but still light. Though experience had proved if they stayed in Italy they would both tan to a rich golden colour.
For Margaret it took a bit of getting used to the idea that residents of the villa currently all female would happily kiss and touch each other. The time of year meant they mostly dressed adequately but even so a fair amount of casual nudity went on.
The most embarrassing thing in the first few days was when Margaret wandered into Tamara’s bedroom to borrow clothes to find that Lucia and Clothilde had seduced her and all three were naked on the bed. Clothilde was wearing a strap-on which waved around.
“Oops we weren’t planning on you seeing this Margie but now you here come and join us.” Said an unabashed Lucia.
“Eh no thanks, sorry ehm I will come back later.”
Margaret left only just short of an outright run slowed only by her ankle, that was still healing . Margaret headed for her bedroom and firmly shut the door behind her before throwing herself on the bed. On one level she was shocked by the sight but another little voice also said she should have accepted and joined in. Also now her bloody ankle ached.
A couple of moments later there was a knock on the door and Tamara asked if she could come in. Margaret didn’t really want to talk to her but let her enter in any case. At least she had taken the time to put on a silk dressing gown and tie it up though she was still naked underneath.
“Sorry Maggie, all the others are bi and I was curious you know I have always been a bit of a tart but here I think I am dropping ‘the’ bit part. I was curious but I am not going to claim it was anything other than consensual.”
“I wonder if I am the odd one out. Well here I certainly am. You fit in but I don’t. The trouble is that if I go back to England I will have to sort things out for myself.”
“Well of course you can live at home. Whilst both of us own it jointly as part of our inheritance I am not going to push for it to be sold. Also we get a fair income from those investments and the insurance pay-out from the accident will be huge. The only trouble is I don’t want to be separated from you.”
“Neither do I. Also spending the winter here is a lot more pleasant a prospect than wet, cold England.“
Today it was bright and mild in Vulcano and by any stretch of the imagination nicer than English weather. The forecast said it was raining just for a change.
The next weekend there was going to be a party again. Margaret knew that the party would turn into an orgy before very long. To be polite she talked with guests for a while particularly pleased that she had a long conversation with Alesandro. Maggie might be a rather prim young lady but that didn’t stop her noticing that the young Italian nobleman had a very nice body to look at and it was combined with sophistication and charm and a pleasant character. All in all very attractive, even if she wasn’t sure she trusted him.
Having eaten a bit Maggie filled a plate with pastries and retreated to her room being careful to lock the door. When the party got really raunchy she had agreed with Lucrezia that she would make herself scarce since she was most definitely not going to join in with the debauchery.
A little bit of her was curious. It was not as if she was a virgin as she had a couple of boyfriends at Oxford. Those liaisons were not that exciting but the logical part of her mind said that they were probably as inexperienced as her and not very good at sex.
Laying on her bed Maggie realised that this place had made her loosen up at least a bit. Thinking about sex generally and the orgy in particular had turned her on and she was wet. One hand had slid down inside her panties and without thinking about it she was playing with herself. That is something that would not have happened back in England. Maggie guiltily took away her hand and then thought about it and decided that nobody she now knew would criticise her or even consider it anything other than normal.
Back went the hand and she explored consciously pleasuring herself now. Maggie sat up and pulled her dress over her head and unhooked her bra. The other hand concentrated on her breasts. Her panties got in the way so off they came. It was not that long before she achieved what her two previous sex partners had not and she brought herself to a small climax. For the first time in her life she went to sleep naked.
Around her in the Villa Borgia far more racy activities that a bit of harmless masturbation were taking place. Tamara had never taken part in an orgy before but this did not stop her enthusiastic participation. It had started with some couples kissing and breast or two being unleashed from clothing. Others joined in and more clothing was dispensed with. One of Alessandro’s friends came up behind her and started kissing her neck which proved a prelude to pulling Tamara’s dress down to reveal her boobs and then stroke them. Tammie did not mind at all.
Lucrezia and Lucia were both starkers and bouncing up and down being fucked cowgirl style. Tamara thought this looked like fun so pulled the young Italian over to the sofa to join them.
As the fucking continued both Lucrezia and Lucia shifted holes so they could be buggered. This was something new to Tamara but when it was suggested to her by her partner she agreed though warning him that this was a first. The cock and her arsehole were liberally covered in lube and he entered her. It hurt at first but he proved quite gentle and she was soon enjoying feeling so full. More and more of the fairly large cock was inside her. Before long Tammie was as excited as the other two women. They made a very noisy trio as they climaxed in sequence.
When they had finished Lucrezia leaned over and kissed her. This was not a first of course but this time it wasn’t interrupted.
Lucrezia went to town on making her first sapphic experience an exciting one and she succeeded. Tamara had before the evening decided to go with everything she could stand. Maybe not S&M or other more extreme things but everything else so she copied what was being done to her. The result was her second climax of the evening.
The next morning all the guests had gone home and it was just the girls again, Tamara had spent the remainder of the night with Francesca. Unfortunately it was fairly obvious to Margaret where she had been but instead of being shocked she was a little turned on. Margaret had had dreams of distinctly Sapphic nature and when she had woken happily played with herself both in bed and in the shower. Margaret had now got used to the idea that her step-sister was distinctly bi and was beginning to suspect that so was she.
The day was fairly normal the weather had deteriorated as even the Aeolian Isles are not sunny and warm all the time. Francesca was working along with Lucia. The two English girls decided that they should work out what is was they wanted to do with life.
“Lets us think it through Lucia has made it clear that living here is an option for both of us. I don’t think either of us would want to be idle and it would be a waste of our very good educations.”
Both had gone to Oxford and got a first class honours. They were not only wealthy but very bright indeed. Margaret’s was in applied maths and Tamara’s in history of art. They talked with the others that evening. Lucia suggested that Tamara should try producing a series of art books aimed at being a very approachable are history.
“Include every amusing anecdote you can find, you know that you can be very witty some of our email exchanges had me creased up. Now what use can Margaret make of that incredibly mathematical brain. I think I will see if I can get young Tomasso to come over, he is another with that kind of mind.”
Margaret didn’t know what exactly Francesca was thinking of but Tomasso sounded interesting being someone who designed algorithms for use by very sophisticated artificial intelligence programmes. Two weeks later he arrived on the island nobody had mentioned that he was even hotter than Alesandro.
Talking of Alesandro he had very much taken a liking to Tamara. This didn’t mean that he was ignoring Lucia. By preference he would like to get them into the same bed with him. They were both aware of this and played hard to get just on principal but agreed that if he was really nie to then they would agree. Matching tall leather boots of the finest quality counted they both agreed so they gave in and went to bed still wearing the boots.
Margaret on the other hand was totally smitten. Tomasso was very shy and utterly unaware of his physical attractiveness. Always diffident he was worse with Margaret as the attraction was utterly mutual. This went on for several days until Margaret whose inhibitions were being eroded by the women around him solve the problem by openly dragging him into her bedroom. Diffident he might be but he was still an Italian male. When the girl of his dreams set about seducing him he co-operated fully.
The morning after it was a very smug Margaret that had breakfast with Tamara and Lucia. They were both fascinated by the change in her. The secret was that she felt rather proud of herself and a lot more at home now she had been so open about sex.
It was a turning point for having got him in her bed she was letting out again well not at night anyway. When she found out that he quite liked the idea of the orgies well it gave her the excuse to join in. Margaret just allowed herself to become as bad as the rest and soon confirmed that she did indeed like girls.
Spring came early to Vulcano the next year and the two English girls were happy that terrible stormy day in England beginning to fade. They were quite happy living and fucking on a Volcano.
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