By Gino Rossi

Translated from the Italian by Russell Hoggett III

My father was an auto executive in Torino when I was growing up in the sixties. We had a big house with a mini lagoon and lots of servants. Our upbringing was left largely to Edwige, a buxom Bavarian housekeeper who spoiled the boys and spanked the girls regularly. I was ten at the time and my sister Gloria fourteen.

Edwige gave the girls hot soapy enemas every Saturday morning. My mother would never have approved if she were not in big time denial about the whole thing, and she was enough of a pain in the ass to papa with her extravagances that she never wanted to stand in his way when it came to his "little crazinesses." This was always done in Gloria's and her sisters' bedrooms in the other wing of the house anyway and mama steered clear of it.

One lovely spring day at the end of May, the 25th in fact of 1968 my parents had gone out to visit friends, my brothers were at a soccer match, and my other sisters were dating. Gloria was made to stay home and "baby sit" me. I was furious because I wanted to go out and play but papa always had a way of inventing excuses to put me in close contact with Gloria and from the look on her face when he was instructing her in this regard she gave every hint of being delighted with the charge. Papa said I had not finished my breakfast. I had. He said I should just stay home and reflect on my behavior. But there was no arguing with papa.

Gloria was really fun to be with and when the "fever" was not on her she made an ideal play companion. She cheated at cards but when I started bawling and appealing to papa he always took her side and dismissed it as a "mistake." He obviously was hot for Gloria and with good reason. Gloria had a lovely round face with an ivory white alabaster smooth rosy cheeked complexion and long raven tresses. She was of above average height. But what was most striking about her was her big round high set hinder which swelled out in her red plaid flannel schoolgirl uniform miniskirt like to big soccer balls. Papa was always eyeing it with a bemused air and a blissed out smirk on his face and he would often start stuttering and forget what he was saying when she was around. Probably she knew this because she would look coyly over her shoulder when she bent down anywhere in his line of vision.

Well, here I was playing war with Gloria and it was about two in the afternoon and Gloria was losing. She threw the cards across the room and yawned and said she was tired and was going to take a nap. I was pissed. I got real bored and couldn't find any game I liked or wasn't tired of. I was fuming. I screamed. I kicked the wall and threw things around and in my bedroom and started pounding on the door thinking it would awaken Gloria but it didn't work.

I walked slowly down the long hall to her bedroom which was kitty corner from mine. I was surprised to see the door open, not ajar, but at least three-fourths way open. I walked to where I could peer in and Gloria was laying on her side on the bed and - something I thought very strange- she had another pillow underneath her left hip. I tiptoed in. I looked around.

Everything seemed normal except there on her bedside table was a big crumpled handkerchief and a box. I looked closer and realized the box was one I had seen before. It was a black lacquer box with a crimson velvet lining inside with a groove down the middle. In the groove was a thermometer precisely about four inches long with a silvery bulbous tip. All of a sudden I felt my face getting hot and an itching sensation at the roots of my hair. I thought I ought to run but I couldn't. My feet were glued to the floor. I stood there for a long time scratching my head and looking from the thermometer to Gloria's big round ass arched arched up on the pillow right there in front of me. I could hear her low even breathing and smell the sweetness of her girlish body as it respired under her school girl uniform. Her miniskirt just barely covered her big butt. Between the hem of her skirt and the lacy edge of her panties and her white kneehighs she showed five inches of thick firm fleshed round white thighs. I thought I was going to faint.

Gloria was laying well up on the big bed and I ever so quietly lowered myself down on the edge and laid there on my left side. I laid there without moving a muscle with my eyes glued to her big naughty ass softly undulating right there in front of me with every breath. Finally she started moaning in a pettish almost irritated kind of way and mumbled to herself. I gulped with terror and desire.

I finally mustered up enough courage to softly place my right hand palm on her right ass cheek. I fully expected her to wake up and slap me silly. Instead she didn't move at all. I gradually applied more pressure with my hand but it didn't seem to faze her.

I put my other hand on her left butt cheek and fondled both of them simultaneously. I ran the fingers of my right hand delicately up and down between the deep cleavage and felt the friction of her flannel skirt and the silky rustling of her panties beneath. And there underneath the panties was her incomparably lovely big round cheeked firm fleshed ass just waiting to be exposed to my hungry eyes. I had seen it before.

I slowly hike her skirt up with my thumbs and forefingers and bunch it around her waist. Her big fat cheeked ass is just inches away from my face. All I can see is a vast expanse of pink silk trimmed with white lace like two big overblown balloons. I feel like an ant contemplating a huge pink mountain. I cup each big ass cheek in each hand and caress them delicately and give each one a little pinch. I am in awe that big as my hands are I can splay out the fingers and not cover her rear end. I suddenly feel a paralyzing sense of shame thinking of how papa's hands would do somewhat better at covering the territory and that they probably had many times.

I keep on staring. Gloria's ass is majestic. It's arrogant. I have to pull back to take it all in. It's fat cheeked but firm to the touch and it's soft but feels like hard cooked jello. It's deep cleft and has the moist fragrance of spoiled schoolgirl flesh. It radiates heat. It lays there all motionless except for a minute vibration like the web of a black widow spider and it lays a snare for the innumerable sleepless nights of young boys and men. It is saucy and impudent in its presumption and lustful in its intent. It is a masterwork of God's Creation.

I am totally clueless why she is not pummeling me and chasing me down the hall by now. She's actually offering it to me. Putting it in my face. Rubbing my nose in it. I slowly grab hold of the waistband of her panties and start lowering them. She raises up on her haunches for them to clear the pillow. I slip them down inch by inch til they're bunched up around her thighs. I set to ardently kissing and sniffing her superb big bare naked ass and fondling the firm white fleshy cheeks, delicately tickling all up and down the deep cleavage with my fingertips.

Gloria is moaning with delight by now and looking behind her and staring at me with ardor in her eyes. This goes on for a long time before she inclines her head in the direction of the bedside table. I read her thoughts with immense joy and reach over toward the table.

I pick up the thermometer and hold it up to her face. I revolve it in my hand. She's eyeing it with lust and keeps darting her eyes back and forth between it and my face. She grasps my face between her hands and squeezes it. We transfix each other with ours eyes.

She lets go of my face and throws her head down on the pillow with a sigh while holding me in her gaze. I pop the thermometer into my mouth and spit on it. I wait to get a mouthful of spit and roll it around in there. I spit on my fingertips and coat it with more spit. She's laying there with her head on the pillow watching me and moaning and mumbling.

Suddenly I'm startled by a noise behind me. I look quickly around and see papa lurking behind the door. I'm gape mouthed with surprise and blushing to the tips of my ears. He doesn't attempt to hide. He just puts his finger to his lips and points to Gloria's big bare ass and mouths a, "Shhhhhh!" I smile and return to the business at hand. Papa has found an excuse to leave the party.

I delicately part Gloria's big plump left ass cheek at its chubbiest part right outside her ass hole with my left thumb and put my index finger on her other cheek and part it. Her tight squeezed pink immaculate ass hole is twitching with lustful anticipation. I hold the spit primed thermometer between my right thumb and forefinger the way I saw Edwige do it with my pinky stretched out of the way and slowly and delicately bring it to the center of the orifice and daub it, spreading a warm film of spit on her ass hole from the center outward to the rim in a precise circular motion.

Gloria is in ecstasy now and looking behind her to papa who is half hidden behind the door and winking and grinning but he makes no move to enter the room. She's calling me names now, says I'm a very naughty boy, that I'm just like the others, that all we ever think about is a young girl's ass. I put a hurt frown on my face and say no, it's them, they stay awake nights dreaming up schemes to seduce young boys into pleasuring their big naughty asses. She giggles and says yes, we can't win cause there is a better chance of an ice cube not melting in hell than that they would ever let us off the hook. By "hook" she means the tricks they use to create ass obsession in our minds and stiff prick itch in our crotches.

The next half hour or so is occupied with numerous delicate and tender insertions, leisurely manipulations, and extractions of the thermometer. Gloria is hoarse from lustful gurglings and weak from frenzied staring this way and that from papa's face to mine to my hand holding the thermometer over and over again back and forth with a lustful grin on her face. I see she's got a big flesh colored dildo up her cunt and is pressing it in with her thumb. Finally she explodes in a paroxysm of passionate ecstasy. She's very artful at perfectly synchronizing it to my own. I start roaring like an enraged tiger and squealing like a stuck pig and feel a hot rush of sticky liquid soiling my BVD's.

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