Another new sexual experience for my young wife Heather, now aged 17 years and eight months, and approaching full adulthood.

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Story codes for this chapter: Mf  cons  voy

Chapter 15. THE ITALIAN STALLION. Heather age 17.
An Italian teacher on an exchange visit enjoys unexpected English hospitality.

Heather’s school arranged an exchange visit with staff from a school in Rome, and as we had a spare bedroom, we offered to provide accommodation for one of the Italian teachers who came over for the week. His name was Giorgio, and he was a good-looking guy in his late 20s, unmarried and still living with his parents in a house in a suburb of Rome. My wife soon confided to me that she loved his Italian accent, and it was clear from the amount of attention that he gave her that Giorgio was very taken by her considerable assets and charms. After they returned from their first day at the school, Heather laughingly informed me that several of the older schoolgirls had come on to him and that he was spoiled for choice! I wondered at that point whether the week would pass without something happening between Giorgio and my young wife; I should have known better than to wonder!

After the evening meal on the third evening I said that I’d have to pop out to the supermarket as we were running out of a few staples, and that I’d be back in about an hour. However, when I got there, the fire-alarm bells were ringing, there was a fire-engine outside, the shoppers had been herded out, and no-one was being allowed in. I asked a firefighter what had happened and he said the automatic fire-alarm had gone off and his crew were inside checking it out. Probably a thunder-bug inside the sensor, he said. I didn’t feel like waiting, so headed back home.

As I walked down the path at the side of the house in order to come in by the back door, I heard my wife’s laughter through the open window of the sitting-room, facing the back garden. Wondering what she found so amusing, I crept around to the rear to just beside the window, but out of sight from inside, and listened. Rather than continually repeat ‘she said’ and ‘he said’, I reproduce below what I heard (and saw!), as I remember it.

H. “Well, that must have hurt, having a tattoo down there!”

G. “A leetle, yes, but looks so nice.”

H. “Why a butterfly?”

G. “Butterflies so pretty.”

H. “I’ve never heard of anyone having a tattooed penis before.”

G. “In Italy it is fashion now. Many men do it.”

H. “Well, as I’ve never met an Italian man before I’ve certainly never seen a tattooed penis before. I can’t imagine it!”

G. “You seen many penises? You married woman.”

H (laughing). “A few, but a nice girl doesn’t talk about such things!”

G. “I think many penises go hard for you. You very sexy. I hard for you a lot.”

H. “Giorgio, you’re awful! Would you like a cup of tea?”

G. “No tea – I like we just talk. You beautiful young woman, with lovely body.”

H. “Thank you – all compliments gratefully received!”

G. “You ‘ave so pretty face, too, with nice lips – good to kiss, I think. We try?”

H. “Oh, Giorgio, we shouldn’t. What if my husband comes home?”

G. “Then we stop. I theenk you want to.”

H. “Well……maybe just a little…”

Silence for a few moments. Then…

G. “Mama mia! You use tongue so good. My butterfly getting bigger! We do more, plizz….?”

H. “Mmmmm – mmmmm – Oh, Giorgio, this is nice – mmmm – mmmm - .”

Silence other than moans and panting for a few minutes.

G. “Oh, so wonderful! I want to touch you – pleeeze let me?”

H. “Oh, Giorgio – where do you want to touch me?”

I suppressed a laugh. Little minx!

G. “You know – your secret places –your girl places, where your husband touches.”

H. “You’re so rude, Giorgio! We mustn’t!”

G. “Oh, Heather…I have to, I have to…!”

H (huskily). “Go on then – you can feel my breasts if you like.”

G (after ten seconds or so). “O cara mia………they so big, so ripe…….you let me see them?”

H. “You mean…..you want to see my bare breasts?”

What a tease!

G. “Si! Si! You take off your clothes, plizz…”

I peeped just around the corner of the window, to see my wife fumbling with the buttons on her blouse as Giorgio looked on hungrily. As she peeled the blouse off she murmured sexily “Undo my bra.” As he moved to unclip her bra from the back I pulled back out of sight, as either of them suddenly looking up would have spotted me.

G. “Oh, magnifico! God has been generous to you. You let me feel more, yes?”

H (giggling). “If you want to….”

G. “Yes, I want, I want….”

Nothing said for a few moments, just Heather’s soft moans and Giorgio’s heavy breathing. I sneaked another look – my wife was sat on the sofa looking down at her voluptuous breasts and watching Giorgio kneeling before her, fondling and kissing them. She placed one hand behind his head and stroked his hair as he fastened his mouth on a nipple and started to stimulate it to stiffness. He changed from one protruding nipple to the other and back again until they were both fully engorged and sticking out, about an inch long. My wife loved it!

H (with lust in her voice). “Oh Giorgio – you can feel me anywhere you like, if you want to….”

G. “Oh, you sweet little putana – I hope you say that. You open your legs for Giorgio, yes?”

Heather momentarily lifted her bottom off the sofa and pulled her skirt up, exposing her knickers, before spreading her thighs wide for Giorgio, all the while looking into his eyes. I quickly moved back out of sight.

G. “I think you beautiful in there. I take your knickers off, yes?”

H. “Yes…oh, yes, Giorgio – take them off!”

G (after a few seconds). “Oh, much hair, like Italian women. I think I kiss you there!”

H. “Alright, then……………………..aaaah, lovely……….yes…just there! Suck that bit!”

Just panting and moaning for a minute or so.

G. “Oh, Heather, you sexy Englishwoman……..your leetle button coming out……so stiff……I suck it for you, yes?”

H. “Yes! Yes! Suck it! Nibble it! Rub it!”

I could tell my wife was now lost in hot lust and would let Giorgio do anything to her. Having her clitoris sucked and stimulated is the next best thing to being spunked in for her. Her clitoris gets to stick up about an inch when engorged and stiff; you can actually wank it, which sends her almost delirious. Sometimes she loses control and can’t help but pee as she’s wanked. I don’t mind that at all!

Heather’s delightful (almost delirious!) sounds as she gave her horny clitoris to Giorgio was turning him on even more (and me!). Eventually he broke away.

G. “Oh, bambino, you so hot! Giorgio want you to kiss butterfly – you kiss butterfly, please?”

H. “Mmmm, I like butterflies!” Silence for a few moments as one or other of them got his cock out.

H. “Oh, Giorgio, it’s really pretty!”

G. “Just like you, bambino. If you kiss, gets bigger, looks prettier.”

After a minute or so I heard Giorgio gasping and the wet sounds of enthusiastic cock-sucking. I peeked around the window-frame again; all I could see was his bare arse facing me, rocking to and fro as he plunged his cock in and out of my aroused wife’s mouth. “Grnff….Grnff…..Grnff….Grnff” was all the sound that came from her as she slobbered wetly on his Italian knob. I could just see one large bare breast seemingly with a mind of its own swaying and bouncing in time with the mouth-fucking that Heather was getting from her Latin lover. After a couple of minutes of this she pulled her mouth off Giorgio’s cock, gasping, and I quickly pulled back out of sight.

H. “Giorgio, Giorgio…..I want you to do me…..we haven’t got much time before my husband comes home!”

G (chuckling). “Oh, cara mia, you want butterfly up you?”

H. “Yes, Giorgio, yes! Now! Make it disappear between my legs!”

G. “Si! Si! You open your legs wide for Giorgio……………”

After a few seconds I heard a loud gasp from Heather as Giorgio slid his cock into her, followed by the juicy sounds of a hot wet cunt being royally pistoned accompanied by the pants and moans of two lust-crazed lovers.

H. “Let me sit up – aah – aah – so I can see! Oooh – oooh – make your lovely butterfly disappear in me!”

G. “Oh yes, you hot English wife! You hold legs up, yes? There……all gone in you!”

I looked in the room again and saw my wife with one hand around each plump thigh, holding her legs up, with her knees bent and her feet dangling in the air, putting her willing cunt completely at the disposal of the horny Italian. Giorgio had the lot inside her heaving belly, with no sign of his butterfly visible outside. As he pounded her she reached up, pulling his head down to her panting and hungry open mouth.

H. “Kiss me, Giorgio! Kiss me while you do me!”

Giorgio bent down, and their mouths locked. I could see their tongues moving in each other’s mouth in time with the fucking that Heather was getting. Eventually Heather broke off the kiss, probably to be able to breathe!

H. “Oh, Giorgio, your butterfly fucks me so deep!”

G. “No, I no like that word – my butterfly, he love, not fuck!”

H. “Yes, Giorgio! Make him – nnnnn – make him keep loving me as long as he can!”

A minute or two of lust-filled pantings and squelching.

G. “Oh…Oh…You sexiest woman in world! And you only seventeen! I want take you to Italy, so my friends can love you!”

H (breathlessly). “So they – nnnnn - can FUCK me, Giorgio – ah – ah - so they can all FUCK me!”

G. “Yes, you like fuck-word – they will love to fuck hot young English wife!”

H. “Do they all – oh, my god! – fuck as good as you?”

G. “Oh, yes, my sweet putana – oh, oh…..my butterfly ready to squirt! You want butterfly to squirt in or out?”

H. “In, Giorgio – in! Deep in!”

G. “Here comes, you hotness! Aaaaaah – AAAAAAH! – AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

H. “MMMMMMMMMM – oh, yes, Giorgio, YES! - I can feel the spunk shooting; oh, I love your squirty butterfly, I LOVE IT!”

As Giorgio slipped his knob out of her he sank to his knees, and I quickly ducked back out of sight and just listened for a couple of minutes.

H (dreamily). “Giorgio, that was lovely!”

G. “You so hot Englishwoman! Italian married women no good – say ‘I no go to hell for you, Giorgio’. No-married Italian women say ‘No, Giorgio, we not married!’ You English so free.”

H (laughing). “Free or not, we’ve got to get dressed – my husband will be back any moment!”

G. “He very lucky man, having such hot girl to love when he wants.”

You’re not wrong there, Giorgio, I thought. I slipped away and went back to the supermarket, going round in record time before returning with the shopping. Heather was in the garden, dead-heading roses. “Where’s Giorgio?” I asked. “Oh,” she replied - “In his room, I think.”