Giovanna Esse - Italian Women's Erotic Sins, Volume I

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.

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.