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I’m an Italian guy, now in my early 30s, but this story happened a few years ago when I was around 27. I’ve been lurking here for a while, and I finally decided to share this experience because I find it incredibly hot. I actually love writing, and I was curious to see if you guys would enjoy my style. Let me know what you think, if this gets some love, I definitely have a few more stories to share.

Probably the most challenging part for me to translate concerns some of the references to Italian culture and choosing which terms to use in the dialogue to best adapt them. Now I'll try writing and see how it turns out.

To give you some context, I am a huge guy-well over 6'5" (2 meters) and heavily built from years of powerlifting. My childhood friend, Beatrice (27), is the exact opposite. She’s tiny (5'1"), very plain-looking, conservative, very intelligent with two degrees. She has a sweet face with long blonde hair tied in a braid, but a very sharp, stubborn personality. She doesn't drink, has zero vices, in small talks she avoids anything NSFW, and her idea of fun is watching comfort movies on Netflix. Visually and mentally, we are a stark contrast except for the nerdy aspect, but we are good friends.

One Friday, she stayed over at my place. Completely platonic. The next day, I convinced her to step out of her comfort zone. I took her shopping and pushed her to buy a slightly transparent black top and a leather skirt. Seeing her dressed like that: sweet face but a dark, uncharacteristic outfit, set a strange mood.

We went to a local bar. I made her drink her first cocktail to loosen up. The place was decent, and Beatrice was actually laughing. Then, I spotted Giorgia (18). She was 5'5", skinny, small chest, long black hair, very elegant, wearing a short skirt and high boots. I had a wicked idea. I told Beatrice to act as my wingwoman. Mover by the alcohol, she agreed.

I approached Giorgia, offered her a drink, and introduced Beatrice as my girlfriend. Beatrice was too embarrassed to deny it, so she played along. Giorgia felt safe with a "couple." After an hour of talking about cinema, Giorgia's friend canceled on her, so I suggested we all move to my apartment.

Once home, the atmosphere shifted. I poured prosecco. I made Beatrice take a few sips, breaking her sacred rule against alcohol. Giorgia sat on the couch right between us. I leaned in close to Giorgia, told her it was a good thing her friend didn't show up, and before she could process it, I kissed her. She was tipsy and excited, but then she looked at Beatrice, feeling guilty.

I put my finger under Giorgia's chin, turned her face back to me, and whispered: "She likes to watch."

That line changed everything. I took off Giorgia's glasses, put her glass away, and started undressing her while Beatrice watched, paralyzed. I stripped Giorgia down to her black panties. My huge hands on her skinny waist created a massive visual contrast.

I leaned down to tease Giorgia's breasts with my tongue. Her breathing went wild. I looked up at Beatrice, called her "honey," and asked if she agreed that Giorgia was beautiful. Beatrice stammered a "yes," frozen with her glass in hand. She tried to make an excuse to leave, but I commanded her: "Help me undress her."

Beatrice approached, eyes wide, shaking with nerves or excitement. She unzipped Giorgia's skirt. I pulled the rest off. Beatrice had a long-term boyfriend before, but she had never experienced anything this kinky.

I started eating Giorgia out. She was soaking wet, moaning softly on the couch while I held her thighs apart. I looked up and locked eyes with Beatrice. She was blushing furiously, rubbing her legs together nervously. I asked her what she thought of Giorgia's noises. Beatrice answered with a trembling voice: "Yes... they are very hot noises."

Right when Giorgia was about to climax, I stopped. She groaned, frustrated. I told her the rule: "You can only come if Beatrice gives you permission."

Giorgia bit her lip, incredibly turned on by the denial. She looked back at Beatrice and whispered: "Please... I'm almost there." Beatrice was speechless. I lightly slapped Giorgia’s ass, asking: "Is that how you address your Mistress?" Giorgia apologized and begged Beatrice: "Please, can I come?"

Beatrice looked at me. I gave her a serious, commanding nod. She found her voice and said: "Okay, honey... I think she can't take it anymore." I went back to work with my tongue, and Giorgia exploded into a shivering, sweating orgasm.

But we weren't done. I whispered to Giorgia: "Your turn. You better lubricate it well if you don't want to get hurt."

I stood up. Giorgia dropped to her knees on the couch and unbuckled my belt. When she pulled down my boxers, my massive, thick member (over 8 inches) popped into her face, hitting her cheek. She smiled, mesmerized. I looked at Beatrice, she couldn't take her eyes off my dick.

Giorgia tried to take it in her mouth, but it was too thick; she could only manage the tip. She got insecure, whispering that she didn't know if I was enjoying it. I played my ace card: "If you need help, Beatrice can help you."

Beatrice snapped out of her trance. I told her: "Come on, honey, Giorgia is struggling." Beatrice crawled over. She grabbed my shaft with a very gentle touch, her hands wrapping over Giorgia's. I asked Giorgia if she liked it, and she laughed, telling Beatrice: "I didn't know they could be this big. It feels like a porn movie. You're so lucky."

I asked Beatrice if she agreed. Completely embarrassed, she whispered: "Yes, honey... it's true. It's so hard and... warm." I praised Beatrice, telling her she had amazing hands. She beamed with dirty validation.

I told Giorgia we needed more spit. She licked it like an ice cream. I didn't force Beatrice to use her mouth; she was already at her psychological limit. I laid Giorgia on her back and rubbed my tip against her wet entrance. Her hips were moving on their own. She asked Beatrice for permission again, and Beatrice, completely corrupted by the scene, nodded: "He is right, you deserve to feel it all."

I told Beatrice to get the condoms from the TV stand. She ran, brought one, and realized she had to put it on me. Standing in front of me, my dick was literally at her eye level. She opened it and rolled it down, squeezing tightly. She looked into my eyes, biting her lip.

I entered Giorgia slowly. She was so skinny you could see the bulge of my shaft moving under her pubic skin. Both girls were staring at it. I looked at Beatrice and said: "She is tight, just like you, honey." Beatrice unexpectedly asked: "Are you enjoying it?" I nodded with a groan.

I hammered Giorgia for 10 minutes until she suddenly convulsed and came again, forcing my dick out. I gave her a moment, pinned her by the neck for a few rough barks, and then flipped her over on all fours. I slapped her ass until it left a red handprint, entered her again, and pulled her hair back. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her loud screams and pounded her for another 15 minutes, making the whole couch shake.

I pulled out to let her rest. Giorgia, hyper-stimulated, asked if I could keep going. I diercted the power back to Beatrice: "I'll keep going until Beatrice orders me to come. She is very jealous of my cum."

Beatrice locked eyes with Giorgia and played her role perfectly: "You will keep fucking her until she needs it." It sounded like a real order.

I got back on top of Giorgia, holding her neck, and whispered: "Where do you want my cum?" She whimpered: "Inside me." I choked her lightly, pacing my thrusts, and she started crying from pure ecstasy. I looked at Beatrice: "When is it my turn, honey?"

Beatrice looked at Giorgia: "Do you want to feel my man emptying himself inside you?"
Giorgia whispered a weak yes. I slapped her: "Louder!"
She screamed: "YES!"
"Yes, what?!"
"I want to feel it inside me!"

I gave a few massive thrusts and filled the condom completely. Giorgia was panting, her face red from the lack of oxygen and covered in tears. She laughed tremblingly: "I've never cried during sex before."

The epilogue is my favorite part. I asked Giorgia to stay the night. She texted her parents saying she was at her friend's house. I carried her naked into my bedroom. I looked at Beatrice: "Honey, will you join us? I'm exhausted."

By 04:00, Giorgia was fast asleep on one side of the bed. Beatrice came back from the bathroom in her usual conservative pajamas and crawled into the opposite side. I lay in the middle.

Without a word, I pulled Beatrice into a tight spoon position. She had her back to me. I wrapped my arm around her torso, resting my hand around her neck, keeping that subtle kinky tension alive. I was completely naked and she was clothed.

We fell asleep like that. And through her pajamas, against my bare chest, I could feel her heart beating like crazy.

Anyway, this was my very first time sharing something so personal here, as I mentioned in the introduction, being Italian made it difficult to translate properly. If you have any suggestions for improvement, I'd greatly appreciate them. I hope the story isn't considered too short or too wordy. I appreciate your feedback.

Just in case anyone is wondering how things ended: the next morning was completely cozy. I woke up early (more or less) and treated both girls to a classic Italian breakfast: fresh cornetti and hot cappuccinos. We laughed about the night before over coffee, and then I drove Giorgia back home. For now I prefer not to continue with further notions or details.

I’m an Italian guy, now in my early 30s, but this story happened a few years ago when I was around 27. I’ve been lurking here for a while, and I finally decided to share this experience because I find it incredibly hot. I actually love writing, and I was curious to see if you guys would enjoy my style. Let me know what you think, if this gets some love, I definitely have a few more stories to share.

Probably the most challenging part for me to translate concerns some of the references to Italian culture and choosing which terms to use in the dialogue to best adapt them. Now I'll try writing and see how it turns out.

To give you some context, I am a huge guy-well over 6'5" (2 meters) and heavily built from years of powerlifting. My childhood friend, Beatrice (27), is the exact opposite. She’s tiny (5'1"), very plain-looking, conservative, very intelligent with two degrees. She has a sweet face with long blonde hair tied in a braid, but a very sharp, stubborn personality. She doesn't drink, has zero vices, in small talks she avoids anything NSFW, and her idea of fun is watching comfort movies on Netflix. Visually and mentally, we are a stark contrast except for the nerdy aspect, but we are good friends.

One Friday, she stayed over at my place. Completely platonic. The next day, I convinced her to step out of her comfort zone. I took her shopping and pushed her to buy a slightly transparent black top and a leather skirt. Seeing her dressed like that: sweet face but a dark, uncharacteristic outfit, set a strange mood.

We went to a local bar. I made her drink her first cocktail to loosen up. The place was decent, and Beatrice was actually laughing. Then, I spotted Giorgia (18). She was 5'5", skinny, small chest, long black hair, very elegant, wearing a short skirt and high boots. I had a wicked idea. I told Beatrice to act as my wingwoman. Mover by the alcohol, she agreed.

I approached Giorgia, offered her a drink, and introduced Beatrice as my girlfriend. Beatrice was too embarrassed to deny it, so she played along. Giorgia felt safe with a "couple." After an hour of talking about cinema, Giorgia's friend canceled on her, so I suggested we all move to my apartment.

Once home, the atmosphere shifted. I poured prosecco. I made Beatrice take a few sips, breaking her sacred rule against alcohol. Giorgia sat on the couch right between us. I leaned in close to Giorgia, told her it was a good thing her friend didn't show up, and before she could process it, I kissed her. She was tipsy and excited, but then she looked at Beatrice, feeling guilty.

I put my finger under Giorgia's chin, turned her face back to me, and whispered: "She likes to watch."

That line changed everything. I took off Giorgia's glasses, put her glass away, and started undressing her while Beatrice watched, paralyzed. I stripped Giorgia down to her black panties. My huge hands on her skinny waist created a massive visual contrast.

I leaned down to tease Giorgia's breasts with my tongue. Her breathing went wild. I looked up at Beatrice, called her "honey," and asked if she agreed that Giorgia was beautiful. Beatrice stammered a "yes," frozen with her glass in hand. She tried to make an excuse to leave, but I commanded her: "Help me undress her."

Beatrice approached, eyes wide, shaking with nerves or excitement. She unzipped Giorgia's skirt. I pulled the rest off. Beatrice had a long-term boyfriend before, but she had never experienced anything this kinky.

I started eating Giorgia out. She was soaking wet, moaning softly on the couch while I held her thighs apart. I looked up and locked eyes with Beatrice. She was blushing furiously, rubbing her legs together nervously. I asked her what she thought of Giorgia's noises. Beatrice answered with a trembling voice: "Yes... they are very hot noises."

Right when Giorgia was about to climax, I stopped. She groaned, frustrated. I told her the rule: "You can only come if Beatrice gives you permission."

Giorgia bit her lip, incredibly turned on by the denial. She looked back at Beatrice and whispered: "Please... I'm almost there." Beatrice was speechless. I lightly slapped Giorgia’s ass, asking: "Is that how you address your Mistress?" Giorgia apologized and begged Beatrice: "Please, can I come?"

Beatrice looked at me. I gave her a serious, commanding nod. She found her voice and said: "Okay, honey... I think she can't take it anymore." I went back to work with my tongue, and Giorgia exploded into a shivering, sweating orgasm.

But we weren't done. I whispered to Giorgia: "Your turn. You better lubricate it well if you don't want to get hurt."

I stood up. Giorgia dropped to her knees on the couch and unbuckled my belt. When she pulled down my boxers, my massive, thick member (over 8 inches) popped into her face, hitting her cheek. She smiled, mesmerized. I looked at Beatrice, she couldn't take her eyes off my dick.

Giorgia tried to take it in her mouth, but it was too thick; she could only manage the tip. She got insecure, whispering that she didn't know if I was enjoying it. I played my ace card: "If you need help, Beatrice can help you."

Beatrice snapped out of her trance. I told her: "Come on, honey, Giorgia is struggling." Beatrice crawled over. She grabbed my shaft with a very gentle touch, her hands wrapping over Giorgia's. I asked Giorgia if she liked it, and she laughed, telling Beatrice: "I didn't know they could be this big. It feels like a porn movie. You're so lucky."

I asked Beatrice if she agreed. Completely embarrassed, she whispered: "Yes, honey... it's true. It's so hard and... warm." I praised Beatrice, telling her she had amazing hands. She beamed with dirty validation.

I told Giorgia we needed more spit. She licked it like an ice cream. I didn't force Beatrice to use her mouth; she was already at her psychological limit. I laid Giorgia on her back and rubbed my tip against her wet entrance. Her hips were moving on their own. She asked Beatrice for permission again, and Beatrice, completely corrupted by the scene, nodded: "He is right, you deserve to feel it all."

I told Beatrice to get the condoms from the TV stand. She ran, brought one, and realized she had to put it on me. Standing in front of me, my dick was literally at her eye level. She opened it and rolled it down, squeezing tightly. She looked into my eyes, biting her lip.

I entered Giorgia slowly. She was so skinny you could see the bulge of my shaft moving under her pubic skin. Both girls were staring at it. I looked at Beatrice and said: "She is tight, just like you, honey." Beatrice unexpectedly asked: "Are you enjoying it?" I nodded with a groan.

I hammered Giorgia for 10 minutes until she suddenly convulsed and came again, forcing my dick out. I gave her a moment, pinned her by the neck for a few rough barks, and then flipped her over on all fours. I slapped her ass until it left a red handprint, entered her again, and pulled her hair back. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her loud screams and pounded her for another 15 minutes, making the whole couch shake.

I pulled out to let her rest. Giorgia, hyper-stimulated, asked if I could keep going. I diercted the power back to Beatrice: "I'll keep going until Beatrice orders me to come. She is very jealous of my cum."

Beatrice locked eyes with Giorgia and played her role perfectly: "You will keep fucking her until she needs it." It sounded like a real order.

I got back on top of Giorgia, holding her neck, and whispered: "Where do you want my cum?" She whimpered: "Inside me." I choked her lightly, pacing my thrusts, and she started crying from pure ecstasy. I looked at Beatrice: "When is it my turn, honey?"

Beatrice looked at Giorgia: "Do you want to feel my man emptying himself inside you?"
Giorgia whispered a weak yes. I slapped her: "Louder!"
She screamed: "YES!"
"Yes, what?!"
"I want to feel it inside me!"

I gave a few massive thrusts and filled the condom completely. Giorgia was panting, her face red from the lack of oxygen and covered in tears. She laughed tremblingly: "I've never cried during sex before."

The epilogue is my favorite part. I asked Giorgia to stay the night. She texted her parents saying she was at her friend's house. I carried her naked into my bedroom. I looked at Beatrice: "Honey, will you join us? I'm exhausted."

By 04:00, Giorgia was fast asleep on one side of the bed. Beatrice came back from the bathroom in her usual conservative pajamas and crawled into the opposite side. I lay in the middle.

Without a word, I pulled Beatrice into a tight spoon position. She had her back to me. I wrapped my arm around her torso, resting my hand around her neck, keeping that subtle kinky tension alive. I was completely naked and she was clothed.

We fell asleep like that. And through her pajamas, against my bare chest, I could feel her heart beating like crazy.

Anyway, this was my very first time sharing something so personal here, as I mentioned in the introduction, being Italian made it difficult to translate properly. If you have any suggestions for improvement, I'd greatly appreciate them. I hope the story isn't considered too short or too wordy. I appreciate your feedback.

Just in case anyone is wondering how things ended: the next morning was completely cozy. I woke up early (more or less) and treated both girls to a classic Italian breakfast: fresh cornetti and hot cappuccinos. We laughed about the night before over coffee, and then I drove Giorgia back home. For now I prefer not to continue with further notions or details.