A New Dawn Ch. 04

"I went to go back inside again. As I passed Don Aitello his hand whipped out surprisingly quickly and caught mine. He said something in Italian, which I didn't understand, but I caught the word Maria, and guessed he wanted me to send her out. As he said this, holding my wrist with one hand his other one greedily mauled my bum. I couldn't help it, but after the conversation with the Germans I was turned on, and I pressed my bum back on to his hand.

"The two lads called me over before I got inside. As they ordered two more coffees a tentative hand touched my thigh. Having seen the fat man touch me up, they obviously wanted to find out if it was open to everyone. I didn't respond and the hand got braver, moving up my outside thigh and then rolling inwards to brush the apex of my legs. I snapped them shut and walked away.

"Inside Maria had seen everything and was looking puzzled. I turned my back to her and undid my top. I removed my bra and did my top back up again to the same point as before. I undid some lower buttons and tied the bottom half up, so my belly was exposed. Then I went up to the bar and gave Maria the order for the coffees.

"'Don Aitello wants to see you,' I told her.

"She hadn't moved after I had removed my bra and was staring at my chest. With all the groping I had been receiving my nipples were prominent through the top. Suddenly she snapped her gaze back to my face. 'What? Don Aitello? Why?' It was the first time I had seen her flustered. With my last act I had taken control of the situation, she was no longer its director, and this unnerved her.

"'I don't know. Maybe he wants to see you like me. In which case you'll need to show a bit more.' Feeling my new power I reached over the bar and unbuttoned her dress. She was wearing a cream floral dress and when I opened it up to the halfway point it revealed a massive expanse of flesh. Around her upper breasts there were some stretch marks, like striations on a landmass. Her cleavage seemed impossibly deep and dark. I wondered if I had gone too far. She was, after all, a conservative Italian woman. But she didn't acknowledge what I had done, instead busying herself with the coffees. She handed these to me and then she went outside. Before I followed her I picked up my bra, and hidden from the view of the two Italians I waved it at the German couple. The woman gave me a thumbs up sign and immediately reached around her back to undo her bra, which she removed through the sleeve of her top. This act went unnoticed by Don Aitello who was transfixed by the mass of boob flesh now approaching him. It was however observed by the two Italians who were still staring when I placed the coffees on their table. They did a comic double take when they looked away and then noticed my now braless state. Between the sexy German, the voluptuous Maria and myself they didn't know where to focus and kept shifting their heads, hoping not to miss anything. I was watching Maria, so I was turned away from them. I felt one hand on my thigh again and another on my bum.

"Maria was leaning forward and giggling like a young girl. Don Aitello's hand was on her large thigh. I watched it move upwards, and take the weight of one of those substantial breasts. Meanwhile the hand on my thigh had worked inwards and was no rubbing my fanny through my shorts. I rocked backwards on it ever so slightly. There was now another hand on my thigh and one rubbing my back inside my top. Don Aitello undid another of Maria's buttons, revealing the huge white bra she wore. He was whispering in her ear. Over on the other table, Claudia was standing now, while her husband stroked her thighs. The hand rubbing my back now slid its way around the front and cupped my left breast.

"Just then Maria and Don Aitello broke apart and signalled for me to come over. The hands on me instantly withdrew, like night animals when a torch is directed at them. I shuddered from the sudden withdrawal of attention, but walked over to Don Aitello. I was incredibly aroused by this time, needless to say. I stood in front of him, and smiling at Maria, he stroked my stomach, sliding his hand inside the waistband of my shorts. Then he undid the button of my shorts. Everybody stopped. I was aware of everyone looking at me, motionless. There was an incredible tension in the air. It seemed as though people had even stopped breathing. It felt very tangible, the excitement, lust and also anticipation from all these participants. It all depended on the next action.

"I couldn't bear it any more, so to break it I undid my fly and dropped my shorts, pulling down my knickers at the same time. I stepped out of these. The deep flame of my bush was now directly in front of Don Aitello's face. He just stared at it. I picked up a breadstick and slowly slid it into my damp fanny. Then, keeping eye contact with Don Aitello I pulled it out and offered the moist end to him. Dumbfounded he bit off a small piece. I now undid my top quickly, pulling it open to reveal my flushed chest. I don't think my nipples have ever been that extended. I picked up the small dish of olive oil from the table and poured it over my breasts. They gleamed in the light. I then leant forward, proffering them up to Don Aitello. He slurped the oil from them, getting it all around his face. He pulled one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hungrily. One hand now massaged the other breast, while the other hand rubbed his crotch.

"I pulled away from him and moved around behind Maria. He made no protest or effort to move. I found this extremely exciting, the way this powerful man was reduced to a simpleton because of me, the way I had complete authority over the situation. Standing behind Maria I reached over her shoulders and undid the remaining buttons on her dress. I pulled it open and then, with both hands scooped one of her mozzarella breasts out of its bra. It felt soft and heavy, like bread dough. I repeated this with the other breast. She too offered no resistance. Her huge breasts flopped down onto her stomach. The aureola were the size of my head, easily more than a handspand across. We all stared at these for a while. I picked up Don Aitello's hands and placed them on Maria's breasts. She took in a deep breath. Then he buried his face in them, lifting and manipulating this mass of tissue.

"Someone moved behind me and I turned to see Claudia standing in front of the two Italians. She wore only her top, which was undone. Her back was to me, so I could see her small bum, with a pyramid indentation in each buttock. A hand reached around and cupped these, as if they were purposely designed hand-holds. Then I felt a hand on my own behind and it reach around to my pussy. It was her husband. As he slid his fingers into my slit, I arched my neck to kiss him over my shoulder. His other hand was tweaking my nipple between index and forefinger. He was naked and I could feel his cock pressing urgently into my back.

"'Over here,' he said and led me to a chair. He sat on it, and with ease I lowered myself onto his penis. It met a brief resistance at the entrance and then popped in. We both sighed. We were finally at the place we had been anticipating for the past hour or so. We soon worked out a rhythm, so I was coming down as he was pushing up and within a minute or so we were both panting. I became aware that neither of us was looking at the other. We were both interested in what was going on over the other's shoulder. I was watching Maria. She was now naked, her dress crumpled on the chair. She was lying on her back on the table. Don Aitello had his trousers around his ankles. Like many fat men, he seemed to have a small penis. He was standing over Maria, masturbating. She was playing with herself also, bucking on the table. Each movement sent ripples and wobbles running through her. There were folds and curves everywhere on her body, it was an ocean of flesh, and it was in a state of constant movement and change.

"I turned around to see what the German was looking at. His wife was facing us, her back to one of the Italians who was seated. She was bouncing up and down on his cock with great enthusiasm, while simultaneously trying to wank off his friend who stood in front of her. In keeping with the rest of her appearance her small breasts were sharp cones, topped of with neat nipples that accounted for half of the breast. She was very slim and I could see her clearly defined hip bones as she jigged up and down. When I looked back, Don Aitello was now fucking Maria. Their two excessive flesh accounts pressed and melded together, so that it was impossible to tell which fold belonged to whom. Maria's head was thrown back in abandon, her powerful legs wrapped around the soft behind of Don Aitello. Vibrations, jiggles and wobbles undulated through both of them, it was like watching some primordial amoeba writhing around.

"I was so engrossed in this unusual sight that I hadn't really been concentrating on my own fucking. To my surprise my partner gave a sudden grunt, buried his head in my chest and with two quick jolts, climaxed. I hadn't even noticed he was near and I certainly hadn't come. I didn't show any disappointment, after all I hadn't really shown him any attention. I could feel his penis fading inside me, and despite a few more desperate bounces on my part it was clear that there was no more for me here, at least for a while. When it was polite to do so, I pulled myself off him. To be honest I don't think he noticed, and it wasn't anything to do with me that made him come. He was transfixed by his wife's performance.

"I made my way over to them now. She was still going up and down on one Italian while trying to suck off the other. She wasn't doing very well at the second task, because she was so enthusiastically engaged in the first. She was moving too much and couldn't keep the cock in her mouth or maintain a rhythm for masturbating. The lad winced a couple of times when she pulled it too hard. I thought she probably needed some help. I came up behind the standing lad and reached around, gently taking his cock from Claudia's grasp. Both of them looked relieved. I turned the Italian around and we kissed impatiently. I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach, twitching with need. As I hadn't come with the German I too was keen to get things moving on, so I pulled him down onto the floor. Even in this excited state I didn't like the idea of being driven along a hard concrete floor, so I pushed him onto his back. He seemed grateful to be guided. He really did look a little scared. I think if he had the choice he would have preferred not to be here, but he felt as though he had to go along with the moment, it was too powerful to resist. So he was thankful for any help in getting through it. Maybe he was a virgin. He certainly expected to court girls and have months to build up to sex, to have barriers put in his way before attaining it. This sudden excess of sex, easily available and all around him was unnerving and frightening. But, of course, it was also exciting, beyond anything he had ever imagined in his bedroom. I saw all this as I pressed him to the floor, and straddled his legs, stroking his chest. The knowledge of my experience in these matters made me feel powerful. Although we were the same age, I felt unmistakably the lad's superior. It was with these thoughts that I lifted myself up and with my hand guided his cock into me. It was, I admit, a rather self-indulgent fuck. I performed a bit for him, throwing my head back and playing with my tits. I was carried away with the notion of being a sex goddess. Sex is like that sometimes, you get carried away on a mental riff. It was this that got me excited, more than anything the timid Italian did. He seemed to be just enjoying the show, without participating much beyond matching my rhythm and stroking my thighs. Sometimes sex is about mutual enjoyment and sometimes it's selfish. This was definitely the latter.

"It is impossible to describe the impact of the sound. There were grunts, squelches, moans, and urgent mutterings all around me. I wasn't even sure what ones were coming from me now. It is definitely a way to lose your inhibitions. Everyone was too engrossed in what they were doing to worry about you. I was speeding up and knew I was close to climaxing. I turned my attention to what else was happening in the hope of prolonging it a few moments more. Claudia had now finished with the Italian who was sitting, smoking and surveying the scene before him. His limp penis hung between his legs, gleaming. I could see it make the odd twitch, as the scene demanded attention. Claudia was now on a table, her husband fucking her, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Don Aitello was standing next to her, rubbing her breasts and massaging his penis back to erectness. Maria stood the other side of her, also rubbing Claudia's breasts, and possibly her clit also. Poor old Claudia was in a state of high emotion, bucking and moaning. I thought she was coming, but it just seemed to continue with no indication of subsiding.

"This sight really excited me and I felt myself coming. I pulled my Italian to me, mauling his face with kisses, telling him to make me come. Then it started and I squealed as one, two, three shocks went through me. I think he came soon after, as I tried to regain my breath. I rolled off him, chuckling and trying to recover. I closed my eyes and relaxed. The afterglow felt so soothing. I had a strong sense of real affection for all these people here. I felt as though I had created the situation, that we had all gone through a strong experience together, like survivors of a train accident. Just as I was recovering I felt some hands on my stomach, making circles up to my breasts. I opened my eyes to see the second Italian kneeling beside me. His rather large cock was now standing erect, and obviously wanting attention. 'Oh well' I thought, 'I may as well finish the job.'

"I took it in my mouth and gave it some long slow sucks. It tasted strange and then I realised that it probably had some of Claudia's come on it. He grabbed the back of my head and became rather forceful with his motions, so I broke off. I went over to the table and bent forward. He followed and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Having already had sex twice I was well lubricated and open, but I still felt an initial stab of pain as he eased the large cock head in. Then he slid it up and I could really feel it inside me. I gasped and he pulled back, then upwards again further this time. I looked over my shoulder and said, 'fuck me' to him. This he proceeded to do with long hard strokes. It felt unbelievably good. Both of us having come once it took a long time to reach that stage now.

"When we did I knew that I was going to come really hard, and I was almost scared of it, knowing it would be intense. So I tried to put it off, but by prolonging the lovemaking it just meant the orgasm would be even greater. It's like taking acid or something, there is that initial panic that you can't undo it, that you are going to have this experience.

"I can't even remember what finally triggered it. I was leaning forward, the second Italian still fucking me from behind, his arms around my waist. The first one was now standing in front of me, I had my head buried in his chest and he was stroking my hair and rubbing my breasts. His actions were comfortingly tender in the midst of all this debauchery. Don Aitello was masturbating still, watching Claudia and her husband who were still fucking on the table. I think Maria was next to me, stroking my back and breasts with those broad hands of hers, but I wasn't sure anymore.

"So, I don't know what finally triggered it, maybe it was the fucking, maybe the gentle stroking, possibly even the noises coming from the couple. Most likely it was just the cumulative effects of all these sensations. I couldn't tell what sensation was coming from where, it all became confused. I suddenly felt sick, it was an overload and I think I started to panic, like a kid who climbs up a tall tree then seeing how high they've come, becomes scared to come down. Then it just started happening and I was crying and sobbing. I scratched the gentle Italian and took these dramatic gulps of air, I just felt I couldn't get enough air in one go, before I needed to take another one, like when you can't stop laughing. I was gripping the Italian's arms really tightly, I think he must have been in some pain. But finally, the sensations began to subside. I have no idea how long it went on for, but even when I thought it was finished I would get another ripple, making me whimper. Then it was over and my grip went slack. Both Italians caught me as I sagged to the floor. They carefully sat me down and I smiled weakly.

"Over on the table Claudia was whimpering as her husband collapsed on top of her. She had come on her breasts, which I guess was from Don Aitello. I was so exhausted, I didn't say goodbye to anyone, just quickly assembled my clothing and left. Everyone looked sheepish, quietly getting dressed and avoiding eye contact. Only Claudia said anything, smiling 'Ciao' at me with a friendly wave.

"I just crashed out when I got home, but the next morning it all came back to me. I considered telling my flatmate, but I didn't think she would understand. I didn't want to be told I was a disgusting slag just then. The truth was, although I did feel a bit sleazy and grubby, I felt alive again. I had a bit of an ego rush - I thought I possessed special powers to make people act this way. It took me a while to realise it wasn't special powers, just a nice pair of tits and a certain willingness.

"I wondered how it would be at work that day. I pranced in, a little late, singing out a hello. Marcello was back now and he winced at my over-confidence. Maria appeared from the back room, her face harder than ever. 'What time is this?' she bellowed.

"'But, I..., well,' It was no use, all of my cockiness crumbled away at the sight of her immovable expression. It was clear that last night had never happened. I sighed apologetically and went about my business. That night I wrote a long letter to Antonia. My transformation was now truly complete."

Lisa let out a low whistle. "Pheeeeew. Dawn, I feel exhausted after. And you look shattered." She was flushed and fidgety. "I think I need a cigarette."

Dawn did look weary, as if she had relived every emotion. She slumped down in her chair, smiling weakly.

"I must admit, it is one of my favourites," Phillip volunteered. "How has it left you feeling Lisa?"

There was a silence. Dawn perked up, awaiting Lisa's response. The younger girl picked up her wine, a slight tremor in her hand. "To be honest," she said, "I'm not sure. Firstly it excited me tremendously, I feel really horny. But," she raised her finger here as if to stop the enthusiasm of the other two, "it also makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm not used to feeling this way in front of other people, to talking like this. It feels strange."

Dawn relaxed back into her chair. "That's okay Lisa. You're right, it is strange. You'll get used to it though. Tomorrow I'll be telling you a story in a public place and you'll be wearing only one item of clothing, remember? That will help get you over this inhibition."

"Hmmm," Lisa was noncommittal. "Anyway, what happened after that?"

"Not much in Naples. Maria continued in the same manner, as if nothing had happened. Don Aitello came back to the bar, but he too pretended not to even notice me. I never saw any of the others again. A week later Maria's daughter returned from college, and she was to work in the bar, so it was time for me to leave.

"Maria called me into the bar the day before I was leaving. She was working on the books. She asked me where I was going next. I said I had plans to go island hopping around the Aegean. She nodded gravely. Then she said 'I want to thank you for the other night. It went better than I could have hoped.'