Ann Does Europe

The dress fitted her like a glove and was worth every penny of the ridiculous price tag. Tying her damp hair into a ponytail and slipping on her black heels she went to find Guy and Veronica.

They were waiting for her in the hall and Guy let out a low whistle when Ann walked in and Veronica gushed, "Oh Ann, you look absolutely fabulous, now come on we are off for pizza!"

Veronica drove them in the small Fiat. Guy in the front and Ann squeezed in the back. It was only a five-minute drive to a small pizzeria in the next village. There were tables on the veranda and the trio sat at one as the waiter brought them water and a menu. Within minutes they had given their orders and Guy was pouring ice cold wine from a bottle into their glasses.

They toasted each other and Veronica playfully said, "Here`s to Ann`s return to the World of sex with men!" and they all laughed, especially when Veronica whispered, "And tonight she is going to get fucked so hard she will be walking bow legged for a week!"

Even though she laughed with them Ann was slightly apprehensive now. She knew she wanted to do whatever they had planned, but she didn`t want to come between this obviously loving couple.

Veronica sensed her unease and with a voice like honey she told Ann, "Don`t worry Ann. Guy and I have a totally free attitude to sex. You are going to love it when he takes you tonight, and I`m going to love being there. Of course there will be time for us to enjoy each other as well. Guy may be a bit of a stud, but he`s still a man and needs a break between orgasms," Then she added with a smirk, "Unlike us baby!"

The pizza and wine was great, but Ann still struggled to enjoy it as she longed for it to be over so they could go and fuck. It wasn`t that she desperately needed to fuck, but she was nervous as to how it would be. She hadn`t been with a man since Kieran and she didn`t want to disappoint Guy, and by extension Veronica. She tried to allay her fears by reminding herself that Guy had seemed to enjoy her oral skills earlier, so maybe she wasn`t so out of practice after all, or maybe it was just like riding a bike and you never forgot how to do certain things.

To Ann`s great relief the evening out was quite short and all three of them seemed anxious to return to the villa and see what would ensue.On arriving back none of them could contain their excitement as they hurried to the room that Veronica shared with Guy. It was massive, twice the size of the room Ann was using with a built-in wardrobe that ran the length of one wall and a walk-in closet as big as Ann`s bedroom at home filled to overbrimming with Veronica`s clothes.

Veronica was obviously desperate to get the evening started as no sooner had the door clicked shut behind them she pulled the summer frock she had been wearing over her head and threw it on one of the armchairs in the room. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples stood out like hard stones as she stood staring expectantly at them both in just a pair of pale grey French knickers that Ann had see her buy that afternoon, and the grey heels that she had been wearing at dinner.

Ann carefully unzipped her dress and let it fall billowing to the floor. Guy let out another small whistle as he feasted his eyes on Ann`s body dressed in the orange lingerie and smoky grey stockings. Veronica moved behind Ann and her arms wrapped around Ann`s body as she cupped Ann`s breasts. Ann was facing Guy as Veronica played with her tits, squeezing Ann`s nipples between her fingers. Guy was unbuttoning his shirt, but his eyes never left the spectacle of his wife massaging Ann`s breasts. As his shirt was flung to one corner and his hands unbuckled his belt Veronica let one hand fall to the transparent material of the small orange panties and she slid it under the elastic waistband. Ann gasped as Veronica rubbed her clit with Guy watching like a lion sizing up its prey. He nearly toppled over as he tried to pull of his slacks without breaking eye contact with the two women.

By the time he had got the slacks off completely and was hooking his fingers in the tight black briefs he was wearing Veronica was fingering Ann`s slit under the orange panel of her panties.

As Guy`s boxers hit the floor and he stood up straight, his erection bouncing in front of him, Ann could already tell that she was wet as hell when Veronica slid two fingers effortlessly in and out of her snatch.

Guy was totally naked and Veronica urged Ann forward with tender shoves until she reached the bed, then she pushed harder, and Ann bent double, her heels still on the hardwood floor of the bedroom but with her hands flat on the red bedspread that covered the huge king size bed.

Veronica was definitely the conductor of this erotic dance as she fell to her knees and gently eased Ann`s panties down over her thighs, knees, calves, and ankles, before lifting each of Ann`s feet in turn and removing the small piece of orange silk completely. Guy made his way behind Ann, and Veronica turned her head so he could slide his erect penis into her mouth. Veronica slobbered on it for a while, coating it with her saliva. Grabbing him in one hand she pulled him closer until she could rub the head of his dick up and down Ann`s slit. Ann had not moved the whole time. She held her breath waiting for the penetration she so craved.

Ann felt Guy`s large, circumcised head come to rest at the entrance to her vagina. At last she moved, allowing herself to push back against his hardness as Veronica guided him inside. Ann groaned as she felt Guy fill her, that glorious feeling of having a man inside her was unbeatable. Guy was fully inside her now and she could feel his wiry pubic hair deliciously scratching her bum. Ever so slowly Guy began to move in and out of her as Veronica now used her fingers to stimulate Ann`s clitoris.

Guy was a talented lover, using long languid strokes and varying his angle of entry by subtly raising and lowering his knees. Veronica was frigging Ann`s clit much more quickly than her husband was pumping in and out and the combined sensations soon had Ann gasping for breath as she had a small orgasm.

There was no let up from the couple as Guy continued at his steady pace and Veronica replaced her fingers with her tongue, allowing it to rub against Guy`s shaft as it slipped in and out then sucking on Ann`s tortured nub for a few seconds. Ann`s next orgasm was more intense, and she whimpered as her back arched and her knees began to shake. Veronica lapped up the juices that flowed from her slit as Guy grabbed her hips tighter as her body shook.

Veronica was now sucking Ann`s clit like some demented vampire and Guy was steadily increasing his tempo. Ann was shaking visibly as orgasm number three smashed through her like a raging torrent and synapses exploded all over her body. Her hands were like claws as she gripped the bedcover, and then he came. Guy erupted inside her and Ann relished the warm, creamy spunk filling her sodden love tunnel, then she came again. This time her knees could not support her as she shuddered and groaned as wave after wave of pleasure swept her body ending with her collapsing forward onto the bed and nearly kneeing Veronica in the face as her friend still had her lips tight around Ann`s clit.

Ann lay on the bed desperately sucking air into her lungs. It took her a few seconds before she realised that Veronica was still working her with her tongue as she licked her husbands seed from between Ann`s swollen lips. Repeatedly the American dipped her stiffened tongue inside her until Ann once more let out a long sighed, "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" as Veronica induced her fourth orgasm of the night. Ann was by now flapping about on the bed like a beached fish as she pleaded, "No more Veronica, please!"

Veronica stopped and Ann looked behind her with only one eye open to see Veronica diligently cleaning Guy`s cock of both his and Ann`s come. When Veronica was satisfied she disappeared from the room leaving Guy and Ann silently trying to recover.

Less than a minute later she returned with an open bottle of wine and three glasses. Ann could hardly move, and a quick glance at Guy told her it would be more than a few minutes before he recovered.

Veronica looked at the pair on the bed with mock distain as she filled her glass before drinking nearly half of it in one go. "Well you two look like you won`t be much use for a while so you will have to excuse me while I take care of myself," she said carrying her glass to the nightstand next to the bed.

Taking a long, bright green vibrator from the bottom drawer she settled herself with her back against the headboard of the bed and eased the loose-fitting French knickers to one side and began running the humming plastic up and down her glistening slit.

Ann and Guy looked at her with disbelief as she pushed the vibrator inside her and then moved it in and out lazily as she sipped her wine. As her eyes closed Veronica set the wine on the nightstand and used her cold fingers to rub her breasts while she increased the speed she was pushing the vibrator in and out.

Ann exchanged a look with Guy as they both watched his wife and Ann was amazed when she let her eyes fall to Guy`s groin where, unbelievably for Ann, his cock was starting to harden once more. Her attention was drawn back to Veronica as she groaned, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" and her thighs twitched and clamped around her hand holding the green plastic as she climaxed in front of them.

As Veronica`s eyes opened she looked over at her husband, and in particular his now solid cock, and smiled as she said, "It worked Darling, you`re ready again. This time you get your favourite. Tight, young English booty."

Ann was about to protest but Veronica was too quick. Her hand delved once more into the bottom drawer of the nightstand and exited with a tube that Ann recognised as a famous brand lubricant. She had used the same one with Kieran, so when Veronica undid the top and squeezed a good dollop onto her fingers she knew what was coming, and secretly welcomed it.

Ann lay unmoving as Veronica spread the gel around her back passage with two fingers, gradually pushing more of the cold gel into the opening. As Veronica pushed one slimy finger past Ann`s sphincter muscles and into her rectum Ann bit her lip until the initial pain eased. When Veronica added the second finger the pain was minimal. Veronica rotated those fingers to widen the hole. Ann relaxed and enjoyed the familiar feeling of her anus being prepared for entry. After her initial reluctance Ann had looked forward to anal sex with Kieran and was more often than not the instigator of their anal sessions.

Ann lay on the bed and let the warm feeling spread through her body as Veronica was now fingering her arse quite roughly and adding gel as she went. When Veronica added a third finger to the mix Ann knew from experience that she was gaping enough to allow Guy entry with relatively little pain.

She was right. Veronica withdrew her fingers and Ann watched over her shoulder as the American girl coated her husbands straining cock with a thick layer of the clear gel, then Guy was crawling between her legs and hoisting her up by the hips, and together with Veronica he slid first the head and then inch after inch into Ann`s rear.

Ann loved it as she felt him fill her, that feeling of being plugged was one of her biggest turn ons and she pushed back against Guy vigorously. Guy waited for Ann to settle as she moved about allowing her body to adapt to the intrusion, then once Ann gave a subtle nod, Guy started to fuck her. Slowly at first, but then slightly quicker. Ann loved it.

Veronica was awfully close to the action, watching intently as her husband pumped Ann`s arse. Reaching underneath Ann, Veronica turned on the vibrator and rested it on Ann`s protruding clitoris. Stars exploded in Ann`s head as she climaxed.

Guy had only ejaculated less than thirty minutes before, so Ann knew hewas not going to come quickly, but she didn`t care. He was a caring lover. He stroked into her with slow, long thrusts that were spreading goose bumps all over her body. The green plastic pulsing on her clit was just the icing on the cake as she came and came over the next ten minutes until Guy shuddered and a jet of his come sprayed inside her. She was an incoherent mess as once again she fell forwards onto the bed and Guy collapsed next to her.

Some time later after Guy had fallen asleep Veronica was still wired, and Ann was quite sore after all the sex. Especially after such a long period of abstinence, so Ann spent an enjoyable thirty minutes between the beautiful woman`s legs as she fingered and tongued her to two seemingly satisfying orgasm`s.

Ann had then retired to her own room as she needed sleep, and was booked on the midday train to Milan. Veronica begged her to stay longer, but Ann was firm, even though she did think seriously about staying. Before Ann left the couple she asked Veronica`s permission if she could take a photo for her private album. Veronica had agreed as long as her head wasn`t in the shot. Veronica had lain back down on the covers, spreading her legs so that Ann could take photos of her slit, breasts and her arse when she rolled over.

To complete Ann`s Nice album Veronica sucked on the sleeping Guy`s dick until it was hard enough for a photo, and he was once more awake. Ann left the room as Veronica coated his dick with lubricant and then sat back on him in a reverse cow girl, letting him fuck his second bum of the evening.

After preparing everything carefully for the next day she showered quickly and hung her new dress on a hanger after reminding herself to give it back to Veronica tomorrow as she couldn`t possibly keep such an extravagant present. The sexy underwear however was safely packed in her bag along with the three pairs of stockings. Ann would definitely need to find a laundromat when she got to Milan.

The next morning she was woken by Veronica slipping under the thin sheet next to her. A quick, frantic fumbling and lots of kissing meant that Ann was once again running late for the train as Veronica hurtled around corners in her little Fiat. She had tried to give Veronica the dress back, but her new friend had flatly refused saying, "Think of it as a present from Guy and I for a memorable evening!"

In the end she arrived at the station ten minutes before the scheduled departure, and then had to wait as it also had a twenty-minute delay. However, she was soon settled in her seat. As the train crossed the border from France into Italy at Ventimiglia she nodded off as the rocking lulled her to sleep.

Chapter 3-Milan

Arriving at Milan station Ann hopped down from the train. During the journey she had booked an Air BnB very close to the centre. Paolo, the operator of the small bedsit she was going to rent had told her to get a cab, as it would only be about 10€ and easier than trying to navigate busses or the underground system.

The cab deposited her outside a tall block of flats only two blocks from Milan Cathedral. She could just see the very tip of the spire from where she stood now.

Paolo had told her to ring the bell marked "Astuni/Mari" as he and his friend lived in the flat next to the one she would use. Ann pressed the button next to the name and waited. After a minute or so a crackly voice asked, "Si?"

"It`s Ann. Ann Taylor. We spoke on the phone earlier."

"Si, si." And the door buzzed open.

Walking inside the dusty entry hall she heard someone calling from above, "Ann. Second floor."

Arriving on the second landing Ann nearly swooned as she was greeted by one of the most handsome of men who was wearing just a loose pair of shorts and flip-flops. He was nearly six feet, tanned, with a chest full of dark hair above what could only be described as a six pack. A mop of dark hair atop a round face that was smiling at her and showing two rows of perfect white teeth.

When Ann got her breath back from the climb and the gorgeous man in front of her she asked, "Paolo?"

"No. I am Antonio. Paulo will come in a minute. Work."

"Ah, OK. I am Ann for the Air BnB."

"Si. I get key." With that he vanished back through the open door he had been standing in front of and returned seconds later brandishing a set of keys with an "I love Milan" keyring.

"Here," he said and walked the two metres from his door to another directly opposite. Antonio opened it and as he did so his own door slammed shut because of the wind. "Fuck!" he shouted, "I have no key."

Ann took the keys he had in his hand and told him, "Don`t worry. You can wait with me until Paolo comes home if you want?"

"Grazie. Paolo come home in one hour."

"OK." And Ann walked into the tiny, but tidy apartment. The bed, kitchen and a sofa were all in one room and there was a bathroom through a door in a little hallway.

Ann threw her bag in the corner and explored as Antonio slumped into the sofa and switched on the small TV. As she went to check out the bathroom she gave Antonio a surreptitious glance. He was apparently not shy, as he had his legs over the arm of the couch and she could see a good way up the leg of the loose shorts he was wearing. His tanned, muscled legs were covered in black hair, and she was sure that she had caught a glimpse of his penis laying against his thigh. Probably just wishful thinking she smiled to herself as she went into the small bathroom containing just a basin, toilet and shower.

Coming back into the main room Ann looked in the small refrigerator and found as advertised, milk and a bottle of cold white wine. It was five o`clock somewhere she figured so took out the wine. After opening a few drawers she found a corkscrew. "Drink?" she asked Antonio, who dragged his eyes away from the motorbike race on the TV only to say "Si. Grazie!"

Ann located two glasses in a cupboard over the sink. Pouring a healthy measure into the glasses she handed one to Antonio and the other she started to sip as she sat on the bed. There was nowhere else to sit as Antonio was lying on the sofa.

Ann bounced a couple of times on the bed and found the mattress hard. She preferred that to one where you nearly sank into it.

Trying to get a conversation going as she felt a bit uncomfortable just sitting there as Antonio watched the bikes going round and round the track she asked, "You speak good English. Where did you learn it?"

"I no speak good. Paolo, he speak gooder. Me work in London one year. Waiter. Italian restaurant. Pimlico." At last he was looking at her and not the TV. "Where you come from?"

"St. Albans. North of London. Did you like England?"

"Yes. But miss family."

"You and Paolo you share an apartment?" Were they gay she wondered.

"Yes. Fifty, fifty. Milano very expensive. We no afford own flat."

"And this flat?"

"Mother Paolo. But she dead. Paolo make money with tourists."

Ann seemed to have run out of things to ask and Antonio became once more engrossed by the blaring TV. She went to use the bathroom to have a quick wash. When she came back Antonio had poured himself another large glass of wine, so she topped up her own glass.

Still concentrating on the TV Antonio said, "You very beautiful. Married?"

"No. divorced. You?"

"No, no!" and he laughed. Even his laugh was sexy Ann thought as he added, "Paolo and me, we like the girlies. We like to party. Do you like to party Ann?"

Was this a come-on line or was he just being friendly, "Sometimes," she answered non-committedly.

"Want to party now?" he asked innocently.

"What do you mean party?"

Antonio at last sat upright, his hand disappeared into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a small plastic bag containing what looked to Ann like about five joints. Ann was not a smoker but had done a bit of weed in college and she had quite enjoyed it. When she was with Kieran there had been no money for such things, but hey, she was on holiday and what harm could there be in smoking a joint with such a drop-dead gorgeous hunk of a man like Antonio. "Sure!" she said.