Chapter 4
The girl was some creation. She stood before the bewildered group while Pietro read his riot act and postponed his nut-cutting, and she was a virtual tower of pulchritude.
I didn't get a chance to measure any part of her, but I made this assessment: an even six feet tall; breasts, forty-two inches; waist, twenty-eight inches; hips, forty inches; hair, clear down to her buttocks. And she had black eyes.
And she was the most beautiful thing any of us had ever seen.
"This is Marella," Pietro said after he was threw chewing us out for our little indiscretion. "She's mine and she's going to live with us. Tomorrow morning, you guys will build us a house right beside this one. We like privacy."
And the next morning, we started. The women began the harvest and big Marella was right there with them, her enormous boobs flashing whitely in the sunlight. She wore tight jeans, like the other girls, but none of our chicks could possibly match the drama, tension and conflict that Marcella's buttocks put into play. It was a virtual Broadway production and it was distracting to those of us building the new house.
But we built it, under Pietro's watchful eye. By evening, we had up the frame, made of small poplar saplings, stripped of their bark. We tied the saplings together at the joints with grapevines soaked in kerosene and tar. They would hold forever. When dark came, Pietro told us to knock off and eat. The women had prepared a feast of newly harvested vegetables (we are all avowed vegetarians) and we dived into it with relish.
Then Pietro stood on my cot and commanded our attention. He looked around the room in the soft lantern light and singled out Sofia again.
"You," he said. "Come up here, babe, and strip off all your clothes."
Sofia was delighted. She ran through the group and was naked by the time she reached Pietro. She was panting in anticipation of his mysterious favors, but he ignored her. He turned to us.
"Tonight, you're going to see how love is supposed to be made. Marella, the girl is all yours."
The big Amazon slowly stripped and thirteen penises rose to full erection. She was magnificent. Her wide hips were a marvelous frame for a huge bush of a pube that shimmered and sparkled in the light from the kerosene lanterns. Her thighs were strikingly white and looked softer than rose petals. Her legs, like the rest of her, were perfect.
There was an audible gasp from boys and girls alike as we watched the splendid creature standing like a giantess beside little Sofia.
And then the incredible happened.
Marella took Sofia into her arms and their breasts blended into one great heap of delectable flesh. Sofia's relatively small breasts disappeared into the Amazon's huge bubbles and black nipples. Then, their pubes touched and hair crinkled into hair. Marella put her big hands on Sofia's buttocks and crushed her to her pube.
The big girl's hips began to swivel and grind and Sofia, surprised at first, caught the rhythm.
Jesus, I thought, how is she going to make love to her? Now, I am not a total ignoramus and I know about Lesbians, but I had never seen one in action. Not until now.
We spread out in a big circle around the embracing girls and watched fascinated. Marella kissed her on the lips and crushed Sofia's small body into her monstrous form." The hips and buttocks were still grinding and Sofia's small hands slipped around the great, gleaming buttocks of her assaulter.
They fell across my cot and I held my breath, waiting for it to collapse. But it held.
Sofia was panting thickly now and returning the kisses and furious caresses. They rolled together on the cot, legs entwined, breasts crushed against breasts, mouth on mouth. Marella's large thigh came up and between Sofia's legs and the smooth skin massaged Sofia's aching pussy.
The big girl worked Sofia into a sexual sweat, and then, moving fast for her size, she flipped around until her great thighs were straddling Sofia's face. Sofia lay on her back on the cot and regarded the huge pube that shimmered in the dim light above her face.
At the other end of the cot, Marella was showing her how. Her pretty face dipped into Sofia's crotch and her powerful hands spread Sofia's pink legs until her-feet were dangling over each side of the cot.
We moved closer to watch. Marella tenderly and gently spread the lips of Sofia's pussy and smiled at the dark interior. Her tongue flashed out and licked up along the long slit and Sofia squealed and hunched beneath her.
And then Sofia could hold back no longer. She embraced Marella's buttocks and pulled her pussy right down over her face. We saw her dainty tongue . disappear into the gigantic pussy and heard her soft moans of pleasure.
Marella's breasts were crushed against Sofia's stomach as she dawdled with the girl's little pussy. I crouched down to get a better view and saw the great black nipples flattened against Sofia's small, flat stomach and the sight gave me a harder, more powerful and painfully throbbing erection.
The Amazon went to her work, with dispatch. Her mouth covered Sofia's pussy and her tongue probed deeply. Sofia was screaming with passionate pleasure now and it was obvious that the girl took readily to Lesbian activities. I didn't think much about what this new wrinkle in the arrangement would mean to us guys--I was too busy watching the two beautiful women make love.
And so was everybody else in the Great-house.
The sounds of love filled the room and drove us all to the point of sexual mania. I couldn't take my eyes from the beautiful bodies of the two women as they rolled and sucked and moaned on the cot. My cot.
Their lovely bodies began to sweat and they rolled in each other's sweat while their mouths worked Lesbian magic on each other's cunts. Once Marella had a grip on Sofia's pussy, she didn't let up. She gammed her expertly--far better than I could ever do--and Sofia moaned and bucked under the delightful assault. Sofia was so entranced by the girl's attentions to her pussy that she almost forgot herself a time or two. She pulled her mouth away from Marella's cunt and let out a weird, animal-like howl of pleasure.
They were in lust jungle now. Two beautiful and uninhibited beasts of the jungle.
And Pietro, his little black eyes twinkling happily, stood beside the cot and watched with obvious plea-sure.
Sofia came first, naturally, but Marella did not leave her flexing pussy. She kept kissing and licking while Sofia worked diligently at the other end, trying her best to bring the giantess to climax. Marella swung her hips from side to side, grinding her cunt harder and harder into Sofia's face.
Finally, she came, and it was a wonder to behold.
The big Sicilian girl reared her pretty head and her black hair covered her entire back. She opened her moisture laden mouth and let out a howl such. as the San Andreas Mountains had never witnessed.
Such as we had never witnessed.
And it was over. The girls lay spent and clutching each other on the cot, their faces buried in each other's snatches. They were in that position for what seemed an eternity.
Pietro stood on the cot when the girls sat up. He looked around the Great-house and the happy twinkle had left his eyes.
"I don't know what's been going on around this place while I been gone," he said, "but it ain't gonna happen no more. From now on, the old rules are in force. No sex between you guys and you girls. I'll tell you when you can have sex and I'll tell you what kind of sex you can have. Understand?"
There was a little grumbling, but we finally nodded in agreement.
I mean, what else could we do?
But we never went back to the old schedule. Marella changed it. Oh, we still worked everyday and weren't allowed to touch our own broads, but Pietro didn't get his nightly lay with one of the girls.
Marella did.
She went through the whole bunch, one at a time. At the end of thirteen days, she had made love to all our broads. If we thought Pietro had spoiled them for us, we hadn't seen anything yet.
When Marella was finished with a girl, she wouldn't even look at one of us guys.
We finished the house in a week and went back to the fields with the girls. I tried to get Sofia into the orchard, but she wouldn't even talk about it. She just smiled and shook her head and her eyes seemed to glaze in fond memory of that first night with Marella.
Mike, from Michigan, took it the hardest. He al-ways does. He came up to me at the end of October, when the harvest was almost finished and we were about ready to prepare the Great-house for the mild California winter, and whined.
"I've tried them all, Ron. There isn't a girl in the bunch who will have anything to do with me."
"Join the club," I said.
"We got to do something."
"All right," I agreed. "You beat the hell out of Pietro. I'll hold your hoe."
"I'm serious," he moaned. "All the guys are mad. Nobody can get to the girls. They've spoiled them for life."
"Don't count on it," I said. "Something will hap-pen."
I didn't really believe anything would happen, but I had to say that. Jesus, if we lost hope, where would we be? Maybe Pietro would have a stroke from working so hard. The guy not only could out-screw us, he was the most fantastic worker in the group.
We had the harvest finished and stored, and the house winterized a good three weeks before we had accomplished it last year.
That was when things got real rough. We didn't have any work to do and that gave us plenty of time to think about the sex we were not getting.
Pietro and Marella slept in the little house we had built, but the walls were thin and they could hear everything going on in the Great-house. Nothing was going on--not after the first few nights.
Mike would get out of his sleeping bag in the middle of the night and try to crawl in with Kath or Lila or Tonia. The girls would rebuff him and send him and his erection back to his own bag. The same thing was happening to all of us.
And the guys looked to me for a solution.
I didn't have one, but old Pietro had one in mind. He had been watching us closely, waiting for us to get thoroughly frustrated. He didn't have to wait long.
In the middle of November, we were all so horny we would have taken on a grizzly bear. Every night, we had to watch Marella ravage one of our girls. Every night, we went to bed with throbbing erections and aching testicles. Whacking off was the only re-lease and, at best, it was a poor release.
Pietro came into the Great-house in mid-November, though, after Marella had gammed Carla, the pretty redhead from the University of Southern California, into a raving maniac, and walked directly to my cot. I had it back now that he was sleeping in the little house with Marella.
"You," he said, pointing at me in the dim moon-light. "Get up and come with me."
I followed him to the small house and there was Marella, sitting on the floor in a yoga position, her long legs folded in front of her. She was bare and I erected as soon as I saw her. I was looking right up her huge, hairy snatch.
She got up when we entered and, while Pietro retired to a corner to smoke and watch, Marella crushed me into her arms. I was in heaven. Her breasts looked soft and squishy, but they were firm and full. I kissed her, knowing that her lips 'had just left Carla's streaming cunt, and her tongue flashed into my mouth.
She spread her legs and took my prick between her smooth thighs. I felt her wet cunt against my shaft, and then Marella began to move her hips back and forth, literally jerking me off with her thighs.
I rumbled and roared with immense pleasure.
When I was hot enough to explode and envisioned fucking this marvelous creature, she let me go and pulled back. I started forward, but was stopped by a tight grip on my shoulder. I turned and there was Pietro, naked and erect.
"What the hell?"
"I said no sex until I said so," he told me, the happy twinkle in his eyes. "And I said no sex but the kind I want."
"What kind do you want?"
"This kind," he said.
He flipped me onto the mat where Marella had been sitting and, before I knew what was happening, he was between my legs and had my prick in both his hands. I let out a yell and started to get up, but Marella stepped in and pinned me to the floor with her big hips. She was sitting squarely on my chest.
Quickly, before I knew what was really going on, I felt Pietro's hot breath on my throbbing prick and then his dry lips kissing the tip.
I felt a moment of revulsion and Marella sensed it. She moved her hips. up across my chest and slid her great hairy snatch into my face.
That did it.
I could never resist a juicy pussy. I probed the giant cave with my fingers at first. I was keenly aware that my cock was slipping little by little into Pietro's mouth. His hands were under my buttocks and one of them slid down to clasp my balls.
"Holy Jesus," I muttered.
That was all I had a chance to say. Marella moved another three inches and her pussy was on my chin. I slung my arms around her wonderful ass and pulled her to me. My lips found and kissed the hot flesh past the hairs and my tongue lashed into her pussy.
And all the time my cock was going slowly, slowly, into Pietro's big, gripping, sucking mouth.
Marella's hips moved from side to side and her soft pussy worked closer to my mouth. My tongue was all the way out now and I tried to force it deeper. Her pussy was wet, but I didn't know if it was from new passion or from her recent episode with Carla. No matter, It was good and juicy and I sucked on it as though it had never been touched before.
My shock over Pietro's sudden and surprising action was disappearing. He was expert. I had never been sucked off by a man before and I had always thought it would be a little gross. But I soon forgot that Pietro was a man and, with the great pussy to occupy my mouth and tongue, it turned into a beautiful experience.
Pietro's hands were both on my balls and cock now. His one hand gripped the base of my shaft while the other kneaded my balls. His mouth was enormous and I soon felt his hand come away from my shaft and his lips touch my pubic hairs. He began to draw back, taking long, slow withdrawals while his lips clung tightly to my cock. He would draw back until the head was pressed against his pursed lips; then he would race forward, swallowing my whole shaft down his throat.
My hands hungered for the feel of those marvelous breasts of the Amazon. I reluctantly slid them away from her smooth ass, up across her back and sides to the hanging, swaying bubbles. I found her nipples and pressed them delicately between my fingers. They were large and elongated and I found that each nipple was big enough to hold in my hand.
But pussy was the thing. And Pietro's mouth. I was transported from the drab little house to passion heaven while the two strange Sicilians worked over my body.
I didn't think I was doing a very good job on Marella, seeing that she had probably been sucked off by experts, so I was surprised when her body lurched and her thighs tightened on my ears and I felt come on my face. I kept at her and sucked her cunt until it was spent and dry.
Meanwhile, Pietro was doing a magnificent job on my prick. His mouth was moving up and down rapidly and his hands were working my balls until I thought I would explode.
I did.
The juices had been building up for a long time and I guess that it what Pietro wanted. I burst like a reservoir into his mouth, certain I would drown him with spunk. He took it all and kept sucking as though he hoped to get more. 'But I was spent.
I figured it was all over then, after Marella rolled off my face and Pietro backed away, I got up and started out.
"Wait a minute, chief," Pietro said.
I turned and saw that he was watching me with a happy twinkle in his eyes. His big dark cock was sticking out and jutting up toward the ceiling. He jerked it up and down with his loin muscles.
Oh Christ, I thought, now he wants me to such him off.
"What's up? You want me to suck you off?"
"Not quite," he said, grinning. "Turn around and bend over."
I'm not kidding. That's what he wanted. I didn't know what to do, so I did what he said. I turned around and bent over.
I felt his hot hands on my buttocks and knew I was in for a hell of a time, especially with such a sizable penis. I had never . . .
He made contact and all thought left me. It was replaced with panic.
Then a wild thing happened.
Marella stepped up beside Pietro and wiped a finger through her juicy pussy. She spread the moisture on my ass, lubricating it, then stepped back. Pietro made contact again and I held onto two strong posts while he grunted and pushed to get the damned thing in.
It hurt. It hurt like hell. But only at first. Once his big cockhead was past the muscle, it only hurt a little. It was more like a dull ache than a pain. But he didn't seem to run out of penis. He kept pushing forward and I felt the big knob making its way into my backside and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.
Finally, he hit bottom and it was not too unpleasant. I felt his hot loins against my buttocks and the crisp black pubic hairs tickling and smarting a little. Then, he withdrew and I felt a strange but wonderful sensation. I had never felt anything like it and I was surprised when my penis began to thicken and rise. There was no time for thought or surprise now. Pietro lost no time getting into action. He began humping me fast and, to keep me from losing interest, big Marella moved up between my arms and gave me her breasts to suck on.
And wow!
When my cock was rock hard, Pietro's hands slipped around my hips and, while he banged away at my backside, he began to jerk me off, softly, slowly. I thought he had sucked me dry, but apparently there was something left in the tank. 'I felt it bubbling again and I knew that, if he kept at me, I would again.
He kept at me. His big cock reamed me out properly and he rammed with a hard, steady rhythm. Marella was writhing in front of me, caught up in the passion, and I sucked hungrily on her big nipples and hung onto the posts. The whole house shook as Pietro slammed into my ass and jerked methodically and quickly at my prick.
And then the glorious climax. I felt his hot juices spurt into my guts. He kept ramming and burst after burst of his pent up spunk ripped into me.
And then I came. He jacked me off furiously now and the spunk lashed out and splattered over the Amazon's big thighs. I watched in the moonlight as my pearly spunk splashed onto her white skin and streamed down over her knees.
It was a glorious sight.
Then came the slow withdrawal that was almost painless. I leaned against the wall to steady myself and found that my knees were knocking together. I spread my legs for leverage and sunk slowly to the floor.
The big couple left me and lay on the pad in the darkness, beneath the single window. Quivering and shaking, I crawled out of the house, revived myself with a few gulps of cool night air and then went back to my cot. I crawled into my sleeping bag and lay in the moonlight looking up at the ceiling.
Mike, from Michigan, sneaked over too my cot and shook my shoulder.
"What happened? Did they hurt you?"
"Hurt me?" I said. "You got to be kidding."
"Well, what happened?"
I smiled up at the poplar poles of the ceiling and smiled a contented smile.
"You'll find out," I said. And then I went to sleep, a deep, contented, dead man's sleep.