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carved body. His phallus was not lying limp or short like the statues; it rose and was quite big. His hand cupped the venous organ, sliding up and down in a firm caress. “Come feel it. He will not bite. This is what you wanted to know, sí?”
    Lucia joined him. She touched it quickly with her finger. His penis was stiff, and soft. His hand covered hers to place her palm around the tubular shaped organ and told her to squeeze. There was a smile on the handsome mouth when she did. Emboldened, she caressed him there, liking the feel of it. His hands moved away and he began to kiss her as she stroked and pulled, stretching his dick, not knowing his arousal increased. His kisses became more liquid, his grunts guttural and he oozed in her hands. “Ummm bella, there is more. Let me show you how nice it feels.”
    Lucia’s young breasts hardened beneath her dress. Giuseppe touch ed her thighs; warm fingers massaged her panties and then went inside her pussy. She began to tingle down there, a lot. Her legs opened, why she did not understand but Giuseppe did. He was older, not by much and he knew of pleasures she did not. He turned her to the bed, told her to lie down. “Do you want me to teach you about the love-making your friends whisper about during mass?”
    “Sí, yes.”
    “Are you certain Lucia, it is not for children only women?”
    “Yes, Giuseppe, I am not a child. Teach me.”
    His gorgeous eyes roved over her. He slid the dress down her arms. She watched, immobile as he peeled away each layer of clothes. He was not clumsy, in fact, he was quite adept at removing her undergarments and she smiled. Nude in the bed of the most handsome boy in Sicily she did not consider her friendship with Amelda, only what Giuseppe would teach her about love.
    His mouth was hot. Suckling, warm and ticklish on her growing breasts. They enlarged since last year and she noticed many of the boy’s eyes upon them everywhere she went, including Giuseppe. Her eyes closed loving the gentleness of his hand sliding over her hip without haste and inside of her pussy again. Oh, she really liked the sensation, stretched fully and let him explore. She began to squirm, holding his hand there, letting him push deeper, thrusting naturally and wanting more of his tongue in her mouth. Wetness followed. The same wonderful sensation which occurred when she dreamed of Giuseppe, but never spoke to anyone about. His mouth soon went to the wet place, his tongue when it licked her clitoris, indescribable. These pleasures of the flesh were sinfully good. She craved more of Giuseppe, more of his touch.
“Vi piace?” Giuseppe asked after orally tasting her.
    “Sí…umm…mi piace molto.”
    He rolled onto his back next to her. “Touch me now.”
    Her body felt strange. She did not want him to stop with the lessons, and said so. “I like when you touch me and kiss me down there.”
    “There is more to the lesson Lucia. You must learn how to give pleasure as well, capisce?” Eager, she turned to await further instruction. He took her hand and placed it on his dick. “Rub, like before.”
    She did as told.
    “Form a circle with your mouth and wrap your lips around the tip,” he said pointing to the crown.
    Her lips opened, and she felt stupid because she didn’t know what came next. Her eyes revealed too much.
    He laughed. “Be careful with your teeth; suck as you would your favorite sweet. Back and forth, top to bottom, lick and squeeze as you go.”
    Lucia tried. At first her teeth raked him and he tensed. Soon she got the hang of it and suck ed skillfully, receiving words of encouragement and declarations of love. It was true, he loved her then as any boy would when his dick is sucked so damn well and semen spurts in a gush. She gagged, and he told her to swallow. He loved her more when she did and licked her lips and then said, “You taste good.”
    The lesson was not over. They had plenty of time. He made certain to give the cook a list of rare