Chapter 3

Anne looked in astonishment through the open door at the huge room beyond. It was so big, she could not see the far wall. Low-ceilinged, hung with silks and lanterns, a pall of smoke was shifting lazily around, propelled by massive slow-moving ceiling fans. And the room was packed. There were no tables or chairs. Everyone was standing, or sitting in little groups on brightly-coloured rugs. All along the right-hand wall stretched a bar counter, where the crowds were five or six deep, and a dozen or so red-jacketed waiters rushed around with trays of drinks.

Inside the room, the chatter was almost deafening. The vast majority of the customers were Orientals and male, but there were also Europeans of both sexes - and some very attractive doe-eyed Chinese girls in silk dresses with slits up to the tops of their thighs.

Suddenly, Kate let out an excited gasp and grabbed Anne's hand.

"He's here!" she exclaimed and, pulling Anne behind her, began to push her way through the throng. Somehow, Anne knew that "he" was the man Kate had mentioned on the beach - the man she wanted Anne to meet. And she knew why Kate wanted her to meet him.

Anne's insides liquefied and her legs trembled. She tried to pull away from Kate's hand, but Kate's grip was inexorable and Anne stumbled along in her wake, her heart beating like a triphammer.

A group of men were squatting in a dimly-lit corner, playing mah-jong. Kate slowed down and stopped, looking down at them. One of them, younger than the others, looked up. He looked about thirty. Like many of the men, he was clad in a full-length silk caftan, which buttoned to the neck and reached right down to his feet. His was magnificent, in a green and gold whirl design.

He had long black hair, tumbling around his shoulders. His cheekbones were high, his jaw strong, his eyes slanted beneath thin dark brows. In the dim light, the colour of his eyes was not discernible, but the way they lit up when he saw Kate, and the delighted flash of his white, even teeth as he smiled broadly, illuminated even that dark corner.

He rolled his pieces on to the rug, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands to his companions. Philosophically, unhurriedly, they gathered up the game and melted away into the surrounding crowd.

Kate dropped to the floor on his right-hand side and, looking up into his face, breathed "Hi."

"Kate!" he responded, raising a finely-manicured hand with long fine fingers to caress her cheek. His mouth descended, slowly, on hers and, as their lips met, Kate's eyes fluttered shut and her left hand disappeared into his flowing black hair. They kissed, Anne thought, like lovers of long standing, but for whom the passion had never grown dim.

After about a minute, Kate, with an obvious effort, broke off the kiss, and looked up at Anne, who was still standing. She motioned her to sit down and Anne dropped to the rug, facing the couple.

"This is David," smiled Kate. "Don't ask me why. What's not Chinese is Italian, but David is his name. David, this is Anne."

For the first time, Anne saw the colour of his eyes. They were gold, with all the warmth of the summer sun. As they fell on her, Anne felt as if the sun's rays were warming her whole body. His scrutiny was frank, but not obtrusive. It took in every detail of her face and body, under the cool yellow summer dress, and his lips parted in a smile of pure appreciation, under which Anne found herself basking, like a cat. Involuntarily, her lips parted in an answering smile.

David turned to Kate and spoke for quite a long time, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two women, bright with pleasure and admiration. As he finished, Kate laughed softly.

"What did he say?" Anne breathed.

"Oh," laughed Kate. "He likes you. That's not quite what he said - but it's what he meant!"

As she spoke, David's hand had slipped slowly, unhurriedly, into the open neck of Kate's dress. She kept her eyes on Anne as she allowed it unhindered progress down to her breast. Anne watched, fascinated, as the backs of his fingers, then his hand, disappeared under the thin material, then she saw Kate suddenly bite her bottom lip, gently, as his finger-ends made contact with her nipple.

Again, Kate's eyes fluttered shut as, beneath her dress, Anne watched his hand begin to stroke Kate's breast. Her own mouth was drying as she imagined what the long sensitive fingers were doing. Kate's eyes opened again and, her head resting on David's shoulder, she reached out a hand, palm uppermost, towards Anne, the back of her hand resting on one of David's knees, as he sat cross-legged, his eyes fixed on the opening at the top of Kate's dress.

Hesitantly, Anne reached a hand out in response. Anne took hold of it by the wrist, then guided it down between David's knees. With a sense of shock, Anne suddenly felt the rigid protuberance standing erect under the silk of his caftan. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand away, but Kate held it firmly and, after a second, Anne reached down again and closed her fingers gently round his shaft.

Slowly, he turned his head to look at her and, as he did so, Kate took hold of his wrist and eased his hand out of her dress. He smiled at her, quickly, then locked eyes with Anne, and his head bent towards her.

His lips on hers were firm, but soft, his tongue flickering expertly inside her mouth. The touch of his fingers on her neck was expected, as was the graceful descent to the upper slope of her left breast. Her nipples were painfully erect before his fingers found the left one and made her gasp as he teased it, sending pulses of warmth through her. Then his hand was caressing her full breast, and her own hand was gripping his erection tightly.

Anne became dimly aware that she was being gently pulled to her feet. Leaning trustingly against David, she let him lead her through a passage and into a small quiet room. A red-shaded lamp burned in a corner. A huge down-filled quilt lay on the floor. There was no sign of Kate as David stepped back from Anne, keeping hold of her shoulders.

Suddenly shy, she looked up and met his eyes and marvelled, once again, at their unique colour and the depth of expression in them. His smile reassured her and she watched, tranquilly, as he unbuttoned the neck of his caftan, then, with a graceful, panther-like shrug, let it fall to the floor. Underneath, he was naked.

He was tall, and slim, and his body was practically hairless, only a downy crest of black curls at the base of his belly complementing the tumble of long tresses which fell to his shoulders. His penis, like him, was long - very long - but slender, although fully erect. He was uncircumcised.

His hands were now working expertly on Anne's dress and she felt no apprehension as it slid to the floor, revealing her full naked breasts. He leant forward and brushed his dry lips against her nipples, and she shuddered in pleasure. Then his thumbs slid under the elastic of Anne's panties and he gently drew them down, kneeling and sighing his appreciation as her flaxen pubic mound was revealed.

His mouth darted forward and he lightly kissed Anne's belly, just above the top of her pubic triangle. Then his hands rose and softly caressed the rounded cheeks of her bottom as his mouth slid downwards and started planting butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Anne sank downwards and lay back on the soft yielding quilt. Her nipples were aching and, unselfconsciously, she raised her hands to touch and tease them, at the same time allowing her thighs to part in open invitation. She felt his tongue flicker against the moist lips of her vagina and, for the first time, a small moan escaped her. Her fingers tightened round her breasts and she squeezed them, savagely, providing a counterpoint of ecstatic pain to the painless ecstasy of his tongue, now rigidly probing the very entrance to her sex.

Then the tip of his finger brushed against her engorged clitoris, and she gasped as sensation after sensation flooded through her. She began to writhe on the soft down, her vagina aching, now, to be filled, but his hands reached up and held her shoulders, his fingers stroking the soft hollows beside her collarbones. Dimly, she wondered how she knew she loved that particular caress - then she became aware that his body was moving towards her, his chest sliding up over her flat stomach.

Quickly, she removed her hands from her breasts so she could feel the sensation of his naked chest pressing on them, but, just as it made that first delicious contact and she raised her own chest to push the pulsating warmth of her breasts against him, she felt the tip of his erection glide against her inner thigh.

Her heart leapt into her mouth in anticipation, and she closed her eyes. Her entire body seemed to be covered with sensitive nerve-ends, and every contact brought new heights of tantalising delight. His lips were now caressing her neck, then his teeth lightly gripped the base of her earlobe.

Anne was aware, now, that her moans had become constant, her whole body, covered in a light film of perspiration, continually moving, her legs spread wide, her vagina aching for the completion of this act.

Then, it was there - the head of his long penis expertly thrusting between her splayed lips. Anne's moans were silenced as she held her breath, concentrating her whole being on the incredible sensation as his penis pushed further and further inside her. It seemed as if it would never stop - Anne had not thought it possible that she could be penetrated so deeply. Then, with a final thrust, he had his whole length inside her, and Anne exhaled with the utter pleasure of it.

She sighed with disappointment at his partial withdrawal, then relaxed in pleasure as he entered her fully again. Her legs spread wider and she hooked her ankles round the backs of his muscular thighs as he began to ride her, rhythmically. But his mouth and hands never ceased teasing and tantalising the million erogenous nerve-ends screaming for attention all over her body. He always seemed to be aware, in advance, where the next caress, or kiss, or bite was most needed and, as the passion grew inexorably in her, Anne was almost totally unaware of time and place - conscious only of the ever-increasing onset of the volcanic eruption building inside her.

Then, as his rod plunged deeply into her once again, he held it there, his pubic bone grinding against the girl's ultra-sensitive clitoris - and the dam burst. Anne's whole body stiffened and shook and her moans turned into a long gasp, which became a scream of sensual ecstasy. Her legs clamped round the man's lean hips, she clutched him to her as she writhed in passionate abandon beneath him, her head flailing wildly from side to side.

It seemed to go on for minutes and when, at last, her climax subsided, Anne felt utterly satisfied, and completely drained and exhausted. She lay back on the soft, enveloping quilt, and David pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at her, smiling.

Then he bent forward and gently kissed the base of her neck, and Anne's eyes snapped open. She gave a tiny shudder of pleasure, and he did it again, this time allowing his tongue to lap softly against the sensitive skin. She shuddered again, and sighed - then gasped as his still hard cock flexed itself within her.

His lips moved to her right nipple and his hand closed round her shoulder, stroking it. Unbelieving, Anne felt her desire re-awakening. She reached her hands up and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing it hard, her tongue thrusting through his teeth. Her body began to move in time with his again and, within seconds, incredibly, she again on the brink of orgasm.

She abandoned herself to a delicious world of pure physical sensation. Once again, a massive climax hit her but, this time, at its conclusion, she pushed at the man's chest, turning him on his back, and straddled him, his cock still gripped deep within her, and began to ride him with what seemed to be endless energy. As she raised herself up and down on him, she mauled her own breasts with a painful abandon until he reached up and began to squeeze them savagely, twisting her erect nipples in a way which, at any other time, would have had her begging - pleading for mercy.

But now, it only heightened the already almost unbearable excitement, and a third massive climax hit her - then a fourth - and then she began to lose count...

When she regained consciousness, it was to find Kate leant over her, shaking her shoulder gently, and smiling. David had gone. Anne had never felt such ineffable peace - she was completely fulfilled. She smiled back at her friend and, uncomplainingly, allowed herself to be dressed and led out of the now deserted club into the quiet early morning. A taxi stood outside and, within fifteen minutes, Anne was fast asleep in her bed at the little seaside hotel.

The following morning, the two women hoisted their packs over their shoulders and set off at a fairly gentle strolling pace along the dusty road, in the general direction of Vicenzio, the main town on the small island, where Kate had booked their passage back to the mainland on a small passenger ferry. The sun was high, but there was a gentle breeze, and walking was comfortable. There was little traffic, only the occasional farm vehicle passing by, with the inevitable friendly wave from the driver,

Both women were in shirts and shorts, with good walking shoes and, even with the gradient against them, made good progress. They walked, mainly, in silence. Anne, especially, had a lot to think about. What she had done, and been through, in the last 48 hours was nothing short of astonishing, and Anne was busy with her own thoughts - many of which, strangely enough, were still centred on Kate, who had been almost solely responsible for what Anne was beginning to see as her own sexual liberation. But, despite the vivid and pleasurable recollections of the previous night's incredible experience, many of Anne's thoughts were still troubled.

Why, she thought to herself, shouldn't a woman enjoy her sexual side, without all that guilt getting in the way? Anne remembered, again, the thrill of feeling Philip's erection pressing against her while his tongue explored the inside of her mouth and his hands moved sensuously over her breasts. Once again, she felt moist between her thighs, then angry when she thought about how stuffy English convention had almost immediately spoiled her pleasure with a huge load of guilt.

She hadn't even been able to think about alone, in her bed, without guilt and shame crowding in on her, to the point where she had so disciplined her mind that she had practically succeeded in forgetting about the incident altogether.

And, all that time, Philip and Kate had been discussing it, and fantasising about it. Fantasising about Anne's naked body, and what Philip might have done if he had a longer time with her. And now, Kate said, after they got home, Anne could visit them and... Anne visualised herself spread out naked on the rug in Kate's lounge, with Kate gently spreading her legs while Philip stood looking down at her, gently stroking a huge hard cock with one hand, while he waited for her to be made ready...

She realised Kate was talking to her.

"Sorry," she said, grateful that her face was already red with the effort of walking.

"I wonder what you were thinking about?" laughed Kate. Anne smiled an embarrassed smile, but Kate didn't pursue it.

"I said I could do with a break," said Kate. "I'm not as young and fit as you - and, anyway, I also need a drink."

"OK," said Anne, and shrugged off her pack before squatting at the side of the road, her back against a rough farm wall. Kate rummaged in her pack and pulled out one of the two bottles of red wine they had brought from the taverna. Opening one, she took a deep draught from the neck of the bottle, then passed it to Anne. Anne took a slightly more refined swallow, and sighed contentedly.

"We're not halfway up this hill yet," commented Kate, adding "I'd like to be in Vicenzio before six o'clock, if we're to find somewhere to stay the night." Anne glanced at her watch. It showed quarter to four - later than she had thought.

"We can put a bit of a spurt, if you like," she said, easily. "We've been going quite slowly."

"Maybe you can," retorted her companion "but that's more or less top speed for me - at least, on this side of the bloody hill! I might be a bit better going down - if you'll pardon the expression!"

They both laughed, Kate a bit more heartily than Anne, as they picked up their belongings, ready to set off again. Kate took a last slug from the bottle, then re-corked it, but kept it in her hand as they started the ascent again. Paying more attention now, Anne became aware that Kate was flagging a little, and tailored her pace to suit her companion.

After a few minutes, she became aware of the sound of an engine behind them, and moved aside to let the vehicle pass. The road was narrow and they stood on the grass verge as the open truck laboured up the hill towards them. The driver was an old peasant, with thick white hair over a heavily-lined tanned face. He grinned as he approached, revealing a practically toothless mouth, and slowed down.

He jerked his thumb at the back of the truck in an obvious invitation and Anne was about to shake her head, then looked at Kate. "I wouldn't mind," said Kate. "Even if it's only to the top of this hill."

They couldn't see over the side of the truck, but there was no sign of any animals, so Anne said "OK", and, to the old man's delighted surprise, Kate spoke to him in Italian, and he brought the vehicle to a wheezing halt.

"I hope it can get going again," whispered Anne as the driver climbed down laboriously and led them round to the back of the truck and released the backboard. It clattered down, revealing a wooden platform covered with empty grain sacks - and four farm labourers, squatting in a corner, playing cards.

They looked up disinterestedly, making no move to help the women aboard, but Kate leapt up lithely and turned to take the backpacks from Anne. Anne looked at her, dubiously. "Are you sure?" she said, memories of the boat flooding back. Kate laughed. "Oh, come on," she said. "I don't think we've anything to fear from this lot."

Anne shrugged away her reservations and, passing up the packs, jumped aboard, and the driver clattered the backboard into place again. The women flopped against the shaded side of the truck and Kate uncorked the wine bottle again.

One of the card-players spotted the bottle and grinned at Kate, with an unmistakeable jerk of his head. Kate smiled and extricated the other bottle from her pack and handed it across. She was rewarded with a chorus of grunts and smiles as the bottle was opened and passed round enthusiastically, the card game forgotten.

Anne leant her head against the juddering side of the truck, and closed her eyes. A shadow fell across her and she looked up. One of the farm hands, a huge man of about forty, with three day's growth of heavy black beard, was standing, holding the bottle towards her.

"It might be rude to refuse," Anne thought to herself, and smiled up at him, holding her hand out for the bottle. But he ignored her hand, and pushed the bottle towards her mouth. Uneasily, but not wanting to give offence, Anne opened her mouth round the neck of the bottle...

The man tipped the bottle sharply and the wine flooded into Anne's mouth. As it hit the back of her throat, she choked, and coughed, and the wine spilled over her chin and down on to her shirt. She grabbed the neck of the bottle and pulled it away from her mouth - but the big man held it tipped downwards and watched as it slowly emptied its contents over Anne's white shirt.

The red stain spread across the girl's chest, turning the shirt transparent, and outlining, first, the shape of her flimsy brassiere, then the dark circles of her aurolae and nipples. Still coughing and choking, Anne tried to struggle to her feet, but the man pushed her shoulders back, then, in a swift movement, grabbed her wine-soaked breasts in his huge hands and squeezed them, hard.

Anne screamed, then choked again, and the man grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it apart. Plunging his hands in, he got his fingers under Anne's bra and pulled it violently upwards. Her breasts bounced free and the man dropped to his knees. Pulling Anne up towards him, he planted his mouth on her left breast and grabbed her wine-soaked nipple between his teeth.

Anne beat her hands against his back, wildly, but to no avail.

"Kate!" she screamed, jerking her head frantically to see her friend, but she was nowhere in sight. Then her assailant switched his attentions to her other breast and Anne could see Kate struggling in the grip of the other three men. One of them had her in a half-nelson, her arms imprisoned behind her back, and the other two were dragging her shorts down her legs.

Already, her abundant pubic bush was exposed and, as Anne watched, horror-struck, a hand forced Kate's thighs apart and she let out an ear-splitting scream as two fingers disappeared inside her. Then her shorts were flung aside and the three men pushed her down on a pile of sacks. One knelt behind her, one hand holding her shoulders down while the other plunged down the neck of her shirt and roughly fondled her breasts.

The other two were holding Kate's legs apart as she writhed frantically. One of them still had his fingers working busily inside her spread vagina and, with a lurch of horror, Anne saw the other one open his trousers and pull out his penis. It was already erect and, as he sank to his knees between Kate's splayed thighs, the man at her head finally managed to tear her shirt apart and expose her small breasts.

It was then that Anne felt a hand tugging at the belt of her own shorts, and her screaming redoubled in intensity. But it did not drown out Kate's agonised cry as she felt the fingers invading her vagina being withdrawn, and replaced by a hard, rampant cock. Anne could no longer see, but she heard each of Kate's moans of protest as the rapist withdrew, then thrust into her again.

Anne couldn't see what was happening to herself, either, but her terrified despair mounted as she felt the belt on her shorts loosen, then the zip being dragged down.

"No!" she cried, tears now streaming down her face, her buttocks writhing frantically. "No! Please!"

Then she felt the fingers pressing on the gusset of her panties.

"Oh, no!" she sobbed. "Please leave me alone!"

Then a finger slid past the thin material and plunged inside her defenceless vagina. It slid in easily, Anne realised through her terror, and a momentary recollection of David's tongue sliding into her the previous night flashed into her mind and she knew it was thoughts of him which had lubricated her and made her such an easy insertion for this man, whose face she couldn't even see!

Then, suddenly, the big man holding her down pushed himself up and she could see that it was the same man who had fingered Kate's vagina who was fingering hers. But the big man was standing up, now, hands busy at his trousers, and, with a brush of his arm, he swept the other one away.

In vain, Anne tried to roll away, sobbing and screaming in terrified protest. The big man grabbed her round the hips and dragged her panties down with one swift movement, to join her shorts, halfway down her thighs. Then he lifted her feet effortlessly and pulled panties and shorts over her thighs and calves and flung them aside.

Again, Anne tried to get away, managing to get to her hands and knees, but, before she could move, he was behind her, clutching her hipbones, pulling her back towards him. He, too, was on his knees, and as he pulled Anne back inexorably towards him, his knees forced her calves, then her legs, apart, and she realised what he was about to do. She tried to rise, but the other man held her shoulders down, easily - then she felt the hard warmth of the big man's penis on the inside of her thigh.

"No!" she moaned. "Please!"

But then it was probing at the spread lips of her vagina, and Anne's protests were choked as he plunged it into her. His hands reached underneath and caught her swinging unfettered breasts, then he withdrew his hips and thrust again. Now, Anne's screams were coming in staccato bursts as her breath was taken with each violent invasion. His hands on her breasts were hard, squeezing and relaxing in time with the long strokes of his cock, but her breasts were not hurting.

Through the haze of her outrage, Anne realised that she was not undergoing any actual physical pain, at all, and, under different circumstances, it was just possible she could enjoy sex like this.

It was then that she realised that Kate had stopped screaming.

"Oh, God," she thought. "Surely they haven't... "

She looked round frantically and saw Kate on her back, on the sacks, but something was different. The man's hips were still jerking up and down on top of her friend, but Kate's hands were in his hair, and her body was moving in time with his. She was still moaning, but quietly, intensely - like she had done on the boat, with Marco. As Anne watched, Kate pulled the man's mouth down on to hers, and kissed him, fiercely.

Then, suddenly, the pressure on Anne's breasts increased as her violator tensed, and Anne tried desperately to wriggle away from him as she realised he was about to orgasm. But he held her to him and, with a final huge thrust, his cock plunged deep inside her and she felt him start to shudder as his climax overtook him and his cock slammed against her hips repeatedly as he spurted his seed deep inside her.

Anne sobbed hysterically as the storm gradually weakened and her assailant relaxed his grip on her breasts and hips, then she felt his penis limply slipping out of her vagina and he allowed her to slump, face down, on the sacks which covered the floor of the truck.

All she could think of was that she had been raped - that a man, a low, common peasant farm worker she hadn't even seen before, had taken the most intimate liberties a man could take with a woman. She must have the courage to go to the police as soon as...

But then, other hands grabbed her shoulders, and she was roughly turned over to lie on her back. The sun in her eyes obscured her vision, but she could see two dark shapes bending over her. She tried to struggle up, but her shoulders were pinned to the floor - then she felt a hand moving over her exposed breasts, and she screamed again.

"Oh, no!" Anne cried, as she realised that the nightmare was not over. "No! Please! No more!"

Then her words were lost as one of the shapes moved over her and she felt her ankles being pulled wide apart - and, suddenly, roughly, her vagina was filled again as another hard, heavy cock plunged between her unwilling thighs. As he covered her, her latest attacker obscured the sun and, with a shock, Anne saw that he was just a teenage boy, younger than her. He was plunging in and out of her much faster than the last one and he could not keep his mouth away from her defenceless breasts, his tongue and teeth teasing her nipples to distraction.

Anne moaned continuously as her firm young body was violated. His mouth was now on hers, his tongue laving the inside of Anne's mouth. Her ankles were no longer being held, but she could not rise because of his weight pressing down on her. She realised that her ordeal would only finish when he, too, climaxed and shot his load inside her, and she started to move her hips in time with his thrusts, in an effort to curtail this dreadful experience.

She could feel him stiffening inside her and she raised her legs, wrapping them round him, to hold him in, and make him come. She returned the pressure of his tongue in her mouth with his and she put a hand on the back of his head, to pull him closer. His strokes grew faster and deeper and, to excite him, Anne began to gasp in simulated passion, thrusting her cunt on to his penis, and using her vaginal muscles to squeeze it, to make him come.

And it worked! Suddenly, his back and his whole body straightened and, with a shudder of release, he gave a strangled cry and, this time, Anne felt the force of the first few jets of sperm as they were released into her womb. Still far away from her own climax, Anne envied him his cry of pleasure as his body jerked wildly in the throes of orgasm, then he collapsed on top of her, taking great gulps of air. She could feel his heart thumping wildly against her chest as his cock shrivelled in her damp vagina - then, with an effort, he rolled off her, leaving her lying on the floor, naked, apart from the remnants of her blouse and bra, legs splayed.

Another figure loomed over her and, unresisting, Anne looked up - into the face of Kate.

"Are you OK?" said the older woman. Anne was about to reply when she realised that Kate was totally naked and, as she knelt to speak to her friend, was having her naked tits caressed by a man kneeling behind her.

Without surprise, Anne felt fingers slide up her inner thigh to the exposed lips of her cunt. "My cunt!" she thought to herself, as a finger slid along the damp, warm slit and she moved her hips involuntarily, pushing against it.

"Yes, it's not a 'vagina' any more," she reflected. "I think it qualifies as a fully-fledged cunt now - three pricks in the last twenty-four hours!" And maybe one or two more, before they finished this journey, she thought.

She deliberately didn't think about her now vanishing outrage at having been raped. That they had been raped was indisputable, but they hadn't been injured or humiliated. With a shiver, almost of pleasure, Anne reflected on the urges that had gripped their fellow-travellers to the extent that they had to have these two English women. Had to strip off their clothes, fondle and feel them - then spread their legs and fuck them.

It was so different from her experience with David last night. Thinking back, Anne realised that, while it had been intensely enjoyable at the time, it had left her strangely unfulfilled. David had played her body expertly, like a musical instrument, hitting all the right notes and making the right sounds, but it had almost been like scientific experiment. As far as she could recall, David had not climaxed once - whereas the whole object for her 'lovers', today, had been to fuck her until they came. This was sex - real, animal lust - and, Anne knew, deep down, it had opened a door she hadn't known existed before. A door she would want to pass through many times in the future. A door that Kate was obviously very familiar with...

"Yes," she answered. "Yes, I'm OK."

Kate smiled understandingly, then shut her eyes as a hand slipped between her legs and a thick stubby finger disappeared inside her dark pubic mound. She turned to kiss the big man who had taken Anne first, and slipped her hand unerringly down to caress his re-erecting cock.

Anne relaxed and lay back. A head was now between her open thighs - a tongue lapping, inexpertly, at her clitoris. Another mouth was on her left breast, and Kate raised a hand to tease the unattended nipple of the other one. Sometime, she would have to face reality, home and England, but now she was in a vacuum, and there were two cocks on this lorry which hadn't yet been inside her...

Half an hour later, Kate and Anne dropped from the tailboard of the lorry, just outside the dock at Vicenzio. The previous thirty minutes had been, for both women, a transport of delight as, resistance gone, they had allowed themselves to passed around, naked, between all four men, for an orgy under the sun of fucking and fondling. Anne had achieved her ambition of having her cunt stretched by all four cocks, and had also sucked one to orgasm while on her knees being screwed from behind by another. She had also held hands with Kate during her only orgasm, as they lay on their backs beside each other, legs spread, being fucked by the two youngest men on the truck.

As they dropped to the ground, the farmhands were playing cards again, and they didn't look up as Kate pushed the tailboard back into place. Just as the truck began to move off, Anne had a sudden thought.

She ran to the front and banged on the door. The truck stopped. Anne reached up and opened the door. She climbed into the passenger seat. The old driver looked at her. Anne pulled aside the front of her blouse and the driver's eyes widened as he took in her naked, luscious breasts. Anne reached over and placed his hands on them. The old man grinned, toothlessly, and squeezed. Anne shivered with pleasure then, leaning forward again, unbuttoned the fly of his corduroy trousers and deftly extracted his thick cock.

Closing her fingers round the shaft, she gripped it tightly and moved her hand up and down it. It stiffened, and his hands closed round her sensitive tits, gripping her swollen nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Dropping her head, Anne closed her lips round the bulbous swollen end of the driver's cock and, slowly, began to masturbate him. His prick lengthened and he began to grunt. His hands squeezed her breasts and nipples harder, and she felt the now familiar flooding between her thighs.

She manipulated his cock faster and faster, then felt it twitch - and the first jet of come hit the roof of her mouth. She began to suck on the end of his dick, her hand squeezing the shaft, milking every last drop out of him. He was sighing with pleasure, his hands now just playing with her tits as his energy went into releasing his load. When she was sure he had finished, she cleaned his cock one last time with her tongue, then released it.

Anne jumped down from the cab, and the truck moved off. Kate was sitting on the grassy verge, looking up at her, quizzically.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" she asked. Anne nodded, then gave a little embarrassed laugh. Kate leaned back and surveyed her. Anne's braless breasts were clearly outlined against the thin material of her t-shirt, nipples poking arrogantly outwards. Her shorts were pulled up tight against her groin, a few stray wisps of blonde pubes betraying the loss of her panties, which were lying, forgotten and discarded on the floor of the truck.

"I think you'll have to start giving me lessons," laughed Kate. "Now, I think we'd better get some fresh clothes on before we catch that ferry... "

The Fiat was still where they had left it, in the harbour car park in Colebria. The return crossing had been uneventful, and both girls had seized the opportunity to catch up on some missed sleep. The chalet area was quiet, most of the holidaymakers out for the day.

As they entered the silent house, Anne reflected, with incredulity, on the changes to her life since she had last walked through that door. No regrets, though, she told herself - except, perhaps, that she wished she had been a little quicker in the hotel room, with the beach runner... She felt her nipples rise, and chided herself.

"I must have a shower," she announced, briskly - at exactly the same moment that Kate said exactly the same thing. Kate laughed. "Race you!" she exclaimed, and ran into her room, flinging off her clothes as she went.

They arrived, naked, at the shower room door, simultaneously, and laughed again.

"Oh, let's share," said Kate. "There's room for two in there."

"OK," replied Anne, happily, and they entered together. There was plenty of room, although there was only one shower, and they took turns at standing under it, then soaping themselves thoroughly, away from the streaming hot water.

Kate was busily covering herself with shower gel, while Anne luxuriated in the torrent of steaming water, washing away the accumulated results of her recent exertions.

"Can you do my back, please?" asked Kate, and Anne squeezed some gel on her palm and began to massage it into Kate's slim shoulders, stepping out of the shower to do so.

"Oh, that's nice, Anne," said Kate, as the girl's hands travelled over her shoulder-blades, down into the small of her back. Kate purred like a cat and twisted her limbs sinuously - then turned, suddenly, so that Anne found her hands moving over the underslope of Kate's small breasts.

Startled, Anne pulled her hands back.

"Oh, please carry on," said Kate, softly. "It's so relaxing."

Hesitantly, Anne raised her hands again and diffidently ran them over her friend's shoulders. She tried not to look at the twin mounds of firm flesh bobbing gently just under her palms. Kate had her eyes closed, breathing softly, a contented smile playing round her lips.

"That's so nice," she said. "You're very good at this, Anne."

Anne said nothing. Was it her imagination, or were Kate's nipples becoming darker - and larger? Now that Kate had her eyes closed, Anne looked at her breasts, then, guiltily, down at the dark forest between her legs.

"Do go further down, now," said Kate, and Anne realised that her eyes were open again. She flushed at being caught looking and, automatically, did as she was asked. At the last minute, she avoided putting her hands directly on Kate's breasts, but ran them up and down her sides, then across her stomach, in a sweeping sort of motion.

But, after a few passes like this, Anne realised that the motion was awkward - and also rather silly. Taking a deep, but silent breath, she summoned up her nerve and, on the next upward sweep, allowed her fingers to traverse the tops of the breasts. Kate did not react, and Anne relaxed. Squeezing out a little more gel, she massaged it gently into the soft yielding tissue, including the now undoubtedly engorged nipples.

It was a pleasant sensation, especially when her thumbs rubbed against the tips of Kate's nipples and, without being really aware of it, Anne's attentions became entirely devoted to the small firm breasts nestling so softly and comfortably in her hands. Kate's eyes were closed again, but Anne was dimly aware that her breathing was not quite as relaxed as before.

Anne was also conscious of a heightened tension within herself. Never one for self-delusion, she realised that she was deriving pleasure from this, as well. She could feel a slight flush of warmth pervade her body, and a dryness in her mouth.

She started nervously as Kate's hand suddenly touched the back of one of hers. She looked into her friend's face, but her eyes were still closed. Kate gently gripped the back of Anne's wrist and lifted her hand away from her breast, pulling it downwards.

Her heart leaping, Anne knew where Kate was taking her, but she allowed herself to be led. Her fingers drifted over Kate's belly, then touched the springy expanse of hair beneath, then they felt the silky-smooth tops of her thighs. Kate's fingers released Anne's wrist and, cupping the back of Anne's hand, gently, insistently pushed her fingers into the junction of her thighs.

As Anne took the initiative, and ran her middle finger along the moist lips of Kate's already lubricating vagina, she was not surprise to feel the tender pressure of fingers against her own right breast. She inserted the tip of her finger into the entrance to her friend's sex, and raise her eyes back to her face.

Kate's eyes were open, now, and she was smiling, fondly.

"You don't mind?" she breathed. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"I don't... think so," said Anne, hesitantly. "I... I've never done anything like this before. But... it feels... nice."

Her finger, almost of its own volition, was now fully inside Kate, who was wriggling pleasurably against it, and murmuring softly. Kate's mouth was on Anne's breast now, her tongue teasing an erect nipple expertly, and the slight flush, which Anne had experienced earlier, had increased in intensity.

"Let me get rid of this soap," whispered Kate, but as she stepped back under the spray, she kept Anne's hand clamped between her thighs. As the water washed the froth away from her body, she pulled Anne's head down, and kissed her mouth, hungrily. Without hesitation, Anne returned the embrace, opening her lips to receive Anne's probing tongue.

Kate reached up and switched off the shower then, with both of them still soaking, dragged Anne by the wrist out on the landing and into Kate's room. Naked and dripping, they tumbled on the bed together and locked in a fierce embrace. Inhibitions gone, Anne kissed Kate's breasts while her fingers flew between her open thighs.

Within seconds, she had located Kate's clitoris and was stimulating it vigorously, while Kate's hands were caressing the cheeks of Anne's bottom.

"Oh, if you knew how I've wanted to feel that gorgeous bum of yours!" exclaimed Kate, delightedly. "Philip would die of envy if he could see me now!"

"Well," said Anne. "I've always wondered what it would be like to feel you - down here. All that lovely black hair - I feel almost naked, by comparison." Emboldened by her words, she moved her face down and plunged it between Kate's spread thighs.

Kate rolled onto her back widening her legs, holding the back of Anne's head, pressing her face closer.

"Oh, that's lovely, Anne," she gasped. "Please find my little button with your tongue - please. Ahhh, yes - that's it! Oh, that's wonderful! Yes!!! Yes!!!"

Anne knelt on the bed, knees parted, head buried in Anne's crotch, her tongue stimulating the small pink button above Kate's dripping slit. The heat between her own legs was almost unbearable now and she reached a hand back to caress herself, as well.

Suddenly, a strong pair of hands gripped her buttocks. Anne tried to raise her head, but Kate was holding it in a vicelike grip. An unmistakeable shape was sliding between Anne's upraised, spread thighs. Without difficulty, it positioned itself at her entrance, then began to glide in. As it did so, the hands shifted from Anne's buttocks and came forward to fondle her pendant breasts.

Kate loosed her grip on Anne's head and smiled up at the intruder.

"Hello, Philip," she said. "Do you like my present?"

"Oh, yes," came the familiar, beloved voice. "It's the nicest thing you've ever done for me!"

Anne turned her head, incredulously. Kate's husband smiled, then bent to kiss Anne's astonished mouth, lightly, then squeezed her tits ecstatically, and began to move his hips, his hard cock moving sensuously inside her.

Anne looked down, again, at Kate, the unspoken question on her lips.

"E-mail," whispered Kate. "A wonderful invention!"

Then she slid out of Anne's line of vision, to where she could caress her husband's heavy, hanging balls as she watched him achieve his dream, and Anne closed her eyes as the thick hard cock penetrated her deeper than she had ever been penetrated before, and the beloved hands caressed her firm young tits.

Anne was beginning to feel her education was complete...