Names, places, and whereabouts are entirely fictitious, any semblance to real things is entirely coincidental. Do not read this story if it offends you or the laws that dutifully govern your country, state, county, or city. It depicts sexual actions between consenting adults. That said, thank you and enjoy.
Part I -- The Italian Couple (m/f,m/f,m/m/f)
It was my eighteenth summer, and I was spending time as a caretaker of my great uncle's house. He was off on a business trip somewhere in Europe, so the house was left to me. In turn, I had taken advantage to offer the house as a hostel, to earn myself a few bucks, as I was pretty much confined to the place. As an aspiring film director, I had a personal cache of surveillance equipment, including cameras with scopes and miniature cameras. My idea was to quite possibly film a reality show, What I would experience there was everything but reality.
During the first week I was there, my great uncle had tasked me to mow the lawn and clean the roof. This was to prove a difficult task, since most of the grass had grown waist-length. That Monday morning, I got up and `dressed' for the day. Some cut off shorts, boots, and a sleeveless shirt. I was nearing my prime, and my body was reaching its fittest stage. The fact that I practiced a few martial arts on my spare time helped that fact. And it was using one of these arts, and an old machete, that I would level an entire yard down. After enjoying a hearty breakfast of toast, eggs, cereal, milk, and orange juice, I washed myself and headed to my room, to pick up a cd player, to play some songs while I worked. The yard was quite big, I noticed as I stepped up to the center of the grassy knoll. Out of the corner of my left eye, I spotted an Italian flag side-by-side an American flag, hanging from the house next to mine. I stared at it for a moment, then decided it wasn't any of my business and closed my eyes. I settled into a trance, and let the art of T'ai chi flow through me. As if dancing with the wind, I turned and spun, ran and stretched, hearing the sharp blade of the machete cut into the grass and out, making a singing noise.
Within forty minutes of non-stop playing of celtic music, one of my favorite genres, I opened my eyes. My back was to the neighbor's fence, and I looked at my yard. It was level to the ground now, a job for the mower, tomorrow. I removed the ear phones and sighed , wiping the sweat off my brow. "That was lovely." I started, and turned to face the source of the voice. It was a tall, elegant, brown-skinned woman, grinning broadly at me. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini that hid very little. She was about 35, but she was still damned beautiful. I uttered a nervous greeting. She giggled and said, "Sorry to startle you, you see, we just moved in. My name's Liza, and my husband Marco is inside." "My name's Carlos, nice to meet you." "Are you from here?" she asked. I shook my head, "No, I'm from Mexico, but it's been recent times that I have lived here." We made small talk, and then I realized I probably stunk, so I politely excused myself and left to go shower.
As I took my hour-long shower, my thoughts kept returning to Liza. She was too hot to pass up. And my tool agreed with me, as I stroked it to relieve the danger of blue balls. My last thought before I exploded was of Lisa riding my cock. I readied some miniatures, my term for the miniature video recorders, half an inch in diameter, and set them on my bed stand, they might prove useful.
That night, I crept up to the roof, the better time to clean the roof and enjoy the night sky's refreshing light. Both houses were two stories, and as I began to collect some of the trash and place it in a bag, one of the upstairs window clicked on. I heard voices, and my thoughts immediately thought that the Italian couple must have been giving the house a warm welcome. I could see them, but they would have some trouble seeing me. Thinking quickly, I rushed back to the room, and picked up one of the miniatures. I went back up and surveyed the distance between the two roofs. It was too big for me, I wasn't trained in distance jumping. I looked around for a possible alternative, and my eyes fell on two wooden planks lying on the far end of the roof. I dragged them over, and pushed it until it formed a shaky, but safe bridge. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the plank-bridge and stepped on the roof of the neighbor's house. I found the window with the light, and flicked the camera in. I waited a few minutes in case they noticed inside, and then went back, taking the planks with me. For added security, I left them exactly where they were. I went to the monitor room on the basement, where the cameras and monitors were. I turned on the one for that particular miniature, and I was well rewarded. I was surprised that my camera landed in such a good angle. I had a full view of the bedroom, my camera apparently having latched itself on to one of the upper angles of the ceiling. I could see the bed, and the couple kissing by it.
The couple was entirely naked, and Liza was raining a trail of kisses down Marco's chest. Marco was a tall and muscular man, and I recalled how Liza had told me how he had been in Olympics. There went my chances.
She moved a little, and I saw Marco's weapon. It was a bit bigger and thicker than mine at nine inches, and he obviously knew how to use it. Liza smiled, and then swallowed it whole. I couldn't understand the rapidfire Italian, but I could tell Marco was being greatly pleased. She played with his balls and ass with her fingers, lapping constantly at Marco's penis. After a few minutes of this, Marco exploded, and Liza didn't move one bit. The woman had swallowed everything, and I imagined it must have been a lot. She pulled Marco's tool from her mouth, and then coaxed it back to full erection. Then Marco picked her up as if she was a feather, and drove her into his cock. The sound that made almost sent me into my own orgasm. They crept closer to the bed, and Marco began to thrust himself into her. Groaning and grunting, they rode each other for quite awhile, Marco furiously licking Lisa's breasts. After awhile, Liza's breathing grew heavier, and within seconds, both had climaxed. Without skipping a beat, Liza pulled herself out, and then had her ass facing Marco's balls. Marco didn't need to be told twice, and grabbed Lisa, and penetrated her from behind. She yelped, a scream of agony and ecstasy, as she eased herself into him. Grinding slowly and his fingers rubbing what I could sense was Liza's clit, they drove each other to orgasm again. I couldn't stand it any more and furiously masturbated while they went for another go ahead.
I woke up in the basement, the monitor still running, revealing an empty bed. Apparently, both had left. I stopped it, pulled the tape out, wrote a date on it, then shut the monitor off. I performed my morning ritual, and then headed for the garage for the lawnmower. I took it outside and combed over the areas I went over yesterday. I spied Liza coming out to take her morning sunbathing session, and I happily went back to work. After I was done, I walked up to her, to say hi.
We talked for awhile, and she revealed to me that Marco was leaving to another city for some business deal that afternoon. "So you're welcome to come, I hate being left alone in a foreign country." Grinning like a fool, I said I'd be there promptly at eight.
The day went by incredibly slow, my thoughts kept returning to that night and the previous' night's encounter. At around six, I heard a car starting and I rushed to my front window to see what it was. It was an old truck, leaving Liza's house. I couldn't see the driver, but it must have been Marco, as I saw no evidence of someone else being there.
Two hours later, I dressed comfortably, I went to Liza's house and knocked on the door. She opened, dressed in nothing but a flimsy satin nightie that enhanced her voluptuous body. She led me to the living room and served me some coffeee. "So, do you live alone?" she asked. "No ma'am, my parents live in another town, and I'm here for the summer to take care of my great uncle's house." "Surely you must be lonely there." She shifted, and her nightie fell a little, revealing her breast. I tried with an unholy zeal to stay looking at her face. "Ah...it's...it's alright, I guess. I plan to make a hostel of it, soon as I finish cleaning everything up and calling some people." "Oh, that's lovely." She sighed, and stretched across the sofa, long and slender legs calling wildly to me. "And, are you guys staying here?" "Yes, we pretty much have the whole summer, we will see if it's fit to live here when it's over." "It is a nice place." "We'll find out." She stood up, and walked over to me. Smiling, she knelt down in front of me. "Wha..." her hands crept up my legs and into my crotch, where I had an obvious bulge. She unzipped the shorts and pulled down the briefs, revealing my own manhood in its erect glory. "Liza, but..." "Marco won't mind," she said, breathing slowly as her fingers trailed my cock. "He's really open minded about this stuff, that's why I love him." Without any further words, she opened her mouth, and in went my cock. I could now tell what heaven was like. I was enveloped by a n intense cloud of pleasure as I mouthfucked Liza. Her hands crept up and down my shirt as she bobbed her head and tongue up and down my pole. After awhile of this, I couldn't take it any more, and I exploded. Liza smiled as she swallowed every last drop. She pulled the cock out, and lapped up what was left. She then kissed me, and pushed some of my own semen back into my mouth. I was too delighted in feeling her tongue in my mouth to care much. We kissed for what seemed to be an eternity, then she raised my boxers back up, over my newly erect shaft. "Now, let's go to the bedroom." She led me by the hand upstairs, past a hallway, and then to a door. "We have a rule, we cannot enter the bedroom with clothes on." With that, she took off her nightie, and I had to take in more air to contain myself. She was even more beautiful up close, I reached for her breasts, but she held my hands down. "Your turn." I stripped. Smiling, she opened the door, turned on the light on low dim, and then we walked in, shutting the door behind us. She laid down on the bed, and then said. "Now, you please me. From bottom, to top." I knelt down before her feet, and kissed them. She was beautiful. I licked her toes and then kissed my way up to her pussy. She was completely wet, and I delighted myself in savoring the juices that surrounded her opening. Using that moisture, I kissed my way up to her breasts, and bit her nipples gently. She moaned in pleasure, and I reached up and kissed her. She opened her eyes, and a look told me she was ready. Settling myself in between her legs, I drove myself into her.
It was pleasure to the max. Her pussy swallowed my cock as I rid it up and down. It was so warm and tight, I struggled to not orgasm right away. I kissed her breasts for distraction, and I almost didn't notice the door swing open. Frightened, I tried to pull away, but Liza raised her feet and trapped me, not only increasing the mutual pleasure, but making sure I had no escape. The only escape was the window, and that was a good two floor drop into cement, so I decided to bear the pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marco, completely naked. But there wasn't fury in his face, only lust. Liza kissed me, and I lost myself to her tongue as I gently rode her some more. I almost didn't notice the cool feeling of something being lathered down in my rectum. I wanted to say something, resist, but Liza had me. A few seconds later, I felt searing pain as Marco thrust himself in me. I groaned, and drove into Lisa deeper. Together, we rode each other, Marco Furiously grinding me, and me doing the same to Liza. I felt the orgasm build up, and then I released myself into Liza, just as she orgasmed herself. Marco's thrusts got faster, and then he too, spilled his seed inside of me. It was a strange feeling, but I was curled up next to a beautiful woman, so I didn't mind at all. "Someone needs some cleaning up." Liza said, and Marco pulled out of me. My ass burned, but my cock regained its erection. I fell on my side and watched as Marco got up and kneeled in front of me, his cock dangling. Lisa stood up, too, and positioned herself with her ass facing Marco, and her mouth dangerously near my shaft. "I want you to clean my husband up." I began to resist, and she swallowed my cock and I was convulsed with pleasure again. She pulled off. "I will clean you up myself." Seeing no alternative, I opened my mouth and Marco stuck his cock in. It felt so weird, sucking cock and having it sucked. I saw him finger Liza as she bobbed her head up and down, moaning seductively. I reached up and played with Marco's balls, mostly out of curiosity, and curiosity as well led me to stick my own finger up his hole. He didn't mind the intrusion, and he sped up. "Just let yourself go." Obediently, I let his hands thrust my head in deeper and faster, and I ignored the gag reflex. As I began to convulse with orgasm, Marco tightened his body and exploded in my mouth, spilling his seed once again inside me and down my throat. Following that, I orgasmed, and came in Lisa's mouth again, as her juices flowed from Marco's fingers to my neck. Both of them licked them off and then laid down on opposite sides of me. Smiling, they crawled down, and nursed my cock back to erect, only to have them both suck it again and again, until I exploded in the air, and I could only moan in pleasure as Marco's tongue grazed my pubic hair and Liza's tongue my balls, cleaning myself up.
"Damn, that felt good." I said, laying down on their bed, alongside Liza and Marco. "Well, now that we're acquainted, we shouldn't have any secrets between us." Liza said, and I guiltily confessed to the camera. Marco laughed. "I know, we felt it." I shook myself. "What?!" Liza laughed as well. "When we turned on the lights, it was to see what you were up to. And with the planks, we figured it out." Marco stood up, and went to his drawer, and he pulled out a tape, he put it in the TV that was in front of the bed, and played it. It was a rapid shot of something falling, and landing on the carpet, by the foot of the bed. I wondered how was this possible, as my video showed nothing but a perfect angle. Then someone picked it up, it was Marco. His eye met the camera briefly, and then pointed it at the window and up. There I was, clear as day, crossing the planks and retrieving them. I cursed myself. "Where did you get the tape?" "Oh, when that car left, that was a friend of mine, you didn't see him come in because he walked all the way here. The truck was mine of course. My friend is what you might call a thief. He crept in and retrieved the video when you headed over here. An angry look crossed my face, and Liza must have seen it. "But don't worry, this one's a copy." Marco smiled. "I made the copy and sent the tape back when you were in foreplay." I couldn't help but laugh at my ingenuity. "You guys are awesome. We can do so much together." Marco chuckled. "I heard about your hostel thing, is it true?" I nodded. "Well, Carlos, we can go into business together. That tape collection is going to soar, and we'll be rich. Are you willing to do it...partner?" "Only if both of you are up for it, partners." "We are." "Good."