Chapter 3: I.3 Trauma
In Maria's room, Hannes felt a surge of relief. He had left the intense situation with Isabella behind, and now he was in the safe company of Maria, whom he trusted.
Maria closed the door behind them with a soft click, signaling the start of their private debriefing. She gestured for Hannes to take a seat on her bed while she sat on the small wooden stool in the corner of the small room.
"I hope my mother didn't scare you away," Maria said, her voice a gentle murmur. She looked at him with a hint of concern in her eyes.
Hannes shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, not at all," he reassured her. "Your mother is very... direct, but I appreciate her honesty."
Maria chuckled softly. "That's my mother for you. She's always been like that, always ready to protect her family and her home," Maria explained, her voice filled with warmth and admiration.
"She seems like a force of nature," Hannes added with a hint of a smile. His eyes trailed down to Maria's swollen nipples straining against the fabric of her dress, and he swallowed hard.
"She is. And she has always been the backbone of our family," Maria said, following his gaze and shyly pulling her dress up to cover herself.
Hannes nodded, trying to push the images of her bare breasts out of his mind. "That much I can understand," he said, the tension in his voice evident. "But I'm not sure what else she meant." Hannes said, shifting his weight.
"What do you mean, Hannes?" Maria asked, her face registering confusion.
Hannes's eyes were fixed on Maria's bodacious chest, unable to resist the sight of her voluptuous curves threatening to burst from her dress. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself and continued: "Well, she seemed quite interested... And I think she approved of you and me being together. But what did she say about this elder, Maoro? Who is he?" Maria noticed concern in his voice.
She shifted on her stool, moving closer to him, and took his hands in hers. "Don't worry, Hannes. Everything will be okay. I'll explain everything to you, I promise."
Hannes nodded silently, looking at her with a hint of gratitude and relief in his eyes. Maria squeezed his hands gently before continuing, "Maoro is our village elder, a wise man who has lived a long and fulfilling life. The problem is, he has a strong aversion to anyone from the outside world, and he believes that having an outsider in our village will bring chaos and misfortune." Maria let out a deep sigh. "I know it's not easy to understand, but Maoro is a strict traditionalist. He sees the outside world as a threat to our way of life. And while we have our own unique customs and traditions, I believe that we should be open to new ideas and perspectives," Maria said earnestly, her eyes searching for understanding in Hannes'. "But let's not concern ourselves with Maoro for now. First you should get to know my family better. And me..." Maria trailed off, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.
It didn't take long for the weight of her words to sink in for Hannes. He felt his heart quicken as his eyes flickered to Maria's lips, which curved into a tantalizing smile.
"And...me?" Hannes echoed, struggling to keep his voice steady.
"Yes," Maria affirmed, leaning in closer to him. Her hand snaked up his thigh, sending a shiver down his spine.
The contact was electric, jolting him awake, and he inhaled sharply at the unexpected touch.
Maria's eyes widened, looking almost guilty in the dimly lit room. She seemed to hesitate, as if unsure whether to proceed or retreat. Hannes' heart galloped in his chest as he took in her delicate, almost frightened expression.
He reached out, gingerly tracing the outline of her cheek with his thumb. "Maria," he whispered brokenly, her name tasting rich and alluring on his tongue.
He cupped her face gently in his hands, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. "I want to know you... and everything that makes you, you."
Their eyes met, her big brown orbs darkening with intense desire as she leaned closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the weight of them almost unbearable in their allure.
The pressure of her nipples against him was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as he noticed something unusual.
A warm, sticky liquid seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, soaking his shirt and sending a shockwave of desire coursing through him. He pulled back, staring at her with a mixture of shock and awe.
"Maria?" he whispered. She looked at him, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Your... your breasts," he stammered, unsure of how to broach the subject. "They're... leaking."
Maria's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her chest in a protective gesture.
"Oh gods, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "It's just that... you know, my breasts have been growing a lot lately, and they're quite sensitive. And I think the excitement of the situation... I didn't mean to, I swear!"
Hannes raised his hand to reassure her. "No, no, it's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "It's just... unexpected. I didn't know that could happen."
Maria gave him a tentative smile.
"It can happen sometimes, especially with the heat and excitement. I have no control over it," Maria explained, taking a moment to collect herself. "Now, where were we?" she asked, her voice husky with unspoken intensity.
"We were about to learn more about each other," Hannes replied, the look in his eyes daring her to continue.
Maria stood up, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage as the wet fabric of her dress strained to contain her breasts.
Her eyes were smoldering with desire as she stepped closer to him. Hannes could feel the heat radiating from her body, making him acutely aware of every inch of her supple form.
Maria looked down at the blouse of her dirndl, watching the wet circles growing around her nipples. "I guess I should take this off before it gets ruined, huh?" She said, a mischievous smile on her lips.
Maria reached for the string of her dirndl, pulling it loose. The dress fell to the floor with a soft whoosh, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.
Hannes felt his heart racing in his chest as he took in the sight of Maria. Her breasts were even more impressive than he remembered, and they were bare for him to see. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her skin, making it look dewy and inviting.
He can't help but stare at her leaking nipples, which are already hard and darkened from the arousal.
Her breasts were full and round, and they bounced softly as she lifted her arms up and removed her dress completely. She stood there in front of him in nothing but her coarse linen panties and a blush on her cheeks.
His gaze lingered on the curves of her full, milky breasts, with their pert, dark-brown nipples, which glistened with the evidence of her body's leaking pleasure.
Hannes can't help himself any longer; he reaches out and cups one of her large breasts in his hand, feeling her softness overwhelm him. He's never felt anything like it before. It feels like a mound of pure femininity.
He strokes her gently, marveling at the weight of her breast in his hand, and the way her nipple responds to the touch, becoming even harder and darker.
Maria inhales sharply as Hannes touches her, goosebumps breaking out over her skin. She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, savoring the sensation of his fingers gentle kneading her flesh.
Hannes eyes widened in awe. "Oh my god, your breasts are so heavy, much heavier than I expected! How can you even carry this weight? Let alone your mother?"
he asked, still in disbelief. "I mean, they're beautiful, but I can't imagine how she can carry that weight around all day."
"Well," Maria replied with a soft laugh, "that's part of being a Montagnari. To be honest, our anatomy is different in more ways than just our breasts.
Our Montagnari bodies have a unique and remarkable ability to adapt to the demands of lactation. Not only are we capable of producing an abundance of milk, but our physiology has also evolved to accommodate the increased weight and size of our breasts. This adaptation is a testament to the resilience and adaptability of our species. The system of muscles and ligaments that support our breasts is a marvel of nature, designed to distribute the weight evenly across our chest, shoulders, and back. But they are are not just passive structures; they actively develop and strengthen with age, growing stronger in response to the increasing weight of our breasts. This intricate network of muscles and ligaments works together in perfect harmony, ensuring that the weight of our breasts is carried with grace and ease. Their development is a gradual process, unfolding over time as we mature. Each stage of growth is carefully calibrated to meet the needs of our bodies, ensuring that the weight of our breasts is always carried in a balanced and efficient manner. This is truly a blessing by the Divine Mother, who has designed our bodies to be both strong and flexible, able to withstand the rigors of lactation while maintaining a level of comfort and ease.
And as I grow older, my breasts will continue to expand in size." Maria explained, her voice matter-of-fact, yet imbued with pride. "As I age, my body will continue to adapt and grow, becoming stronger and more capable of sustaining the increased weight and production."
Hannes couldn't help but stare at Maria's ample chest as she spoke, his heart pounding in his ears. The thought of her breasts growing even larger was almost too much to bear. He felt his pants growing tighter as his arousal intensified, a warmth spreading through his body.
Maria noticed the change in Hannes's demeanor and smiled. "It seems my explanation has piqued your interest," she said, her voice playful. She took a step closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest.
Hannes swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "Yes, it's just... fascinating," he stammered, his eyes glued to Maria's chest. "When did your breasts start developing? And since when do they lactate?" Hannes asked, his voice almost a whisper, filled with wonder as he reached out to touch Maria’s large breasts again.
Maria closed her eyes at the contact, savoring the feel of his hands on her sensitive flesh. God, it felt good to be touched like this by someone who admired her body for what it is.
She leaned into his touch, her hands reaching out to tangle in his hair.
"My breasts started growing when I was only eight years old," Maria began, her voice barely above a whisper as she told him about her childhood. "It was a difficult time, despite the cultural norms of my village. My mother and Grandmother were very supportive, and the idea of a young girl's breasts growing so early was seen as a sign of good luck. However, for me it didn't feel like that, especially as I grew older..." Maria's voice trailed off, and Hannes could hear the pain seeping through her words.
Hannes felt a wave of pity and concern wash over him. He couldn't help but crave to soothe her, to help erase the hurt that he knew still lingered in the pit of her stomach.
Out of respect for her pain, Hannes removes his hands from her breasts and places them on her arms instead. "Maria, I hope you know that you can always talk to me. About anything you need to." Maria gave him a soft smile, feeling the warmth of his hands on her arm. "Thank you, Hannes. Your compassion is rare and genuinely appreciated."
They sat in silence for a few moments, lost to their thoughts. The tension in the room had dissipated, replaced with a sense of peace and understanding.
Suddenly Maria looks deep into his eyes. "You know, you told me that you had little experience with women... Right, Hannes?" Hannes nodded. "As my breasts developed early, I started drawing a lot of attention from the local men. When I reached the age of 12, at which it is allowed to marry in our culture, many men of different ages expressed their interest in me. It scared me and I refused all of them." Maria looked deep into Hannes' eyes as she spoke, a look of defiance mixed with a hint of sadness passing over her delicate features.
"That took courage," Hannes said, holding her gaze. "You were able to stand up for yourself when many would have given in. You were still very young. And yet, you did the right thing."
Maria's eyes filled with gratitude at his words, and she leaned forward, placing a hand on his cheek. "There are days when I wasn't so sure about that. It caused quite some frustration for some people in the village. I think elder Maoro didn't like that and wanted to restore the harmony in Montagna. I suspect that's why he..." Maria trailed off, lost in thought, tears welling up in her eyes.
Hannes furrowed his brows, his curiosity urging him to find the answer. "Why he what?"
Maria sighed before continuing. "Why he put my name on the list for 'La scelta'..." Maria bursts out into tears as painful memories seem to flood back into her mind.
Hannes wraps his arms around her, holding her close as she cries uncontrollably on his shoulder. He feels helpless as he listens to her sob about her experiences from the past.
The sobs recede, and she sniffles, regaining some semblance of her composure.
"La scelta," Hannes starts quietly, letting the word roll off his tongue. He mulls over the meaning and its implications for Maria, then asks, "What exactly is 'La scelta'?"
Maria pauses before she replies, wiping a stray tear from her cheek and taking a deep, shaky breath. "It's a tradition in Montagna. Once a year, the village elder, Maoro, selects three young women from the village. They are then presented to the eligible bachelors of the village, and each bachelor gets to choose one of them as his wife," Maria explained, her voice quiet and resigned. "But that is not all..." Maria trailed off, lost in thought, tears welling up in her eyes.
"But that is not all..." she repeated, her voice barely audible.
Hannes felt a knot of worry forming in his stomach, sensing the weight of her words. He looked at her, his brows furrowed in concern, and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "What do you mean, Maria?" Hannes asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice. "That can't be all there is to it, can it?"
Maria looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "It's not, I'm afraid," she said quietly. "In order to be able to make an 'informed' decision when picking a girl, the bachelors are entitled to 'try them out' before they finally commit to one of them..."
Maria's words hung heavy in the air, and Hannes could feel his heart pounding with indignation at the thought.
"What...?" he asked, stunned. He could hardly believe what he had just heard. "They... they can just 'try them out' whenever they want?"
Maria's voice was barely above a whisper as she nodded in agreement. "No," she said, her eyes downcast. "Once a girl has been chosen for 'La scelta', she is expected to comply with the bachelor's wishes for the period of 'La scelta'." Maria's voice faltered as she revealed this disturbing detail, feeling a deep hurt in her heart once more. "And all chosen bachelors have the right to try all candidates before making their final decision."
Hannes felt a hot rage ignite in his chest, his mind automatically returning to the image of Maria as a frightened twelve-year-old. The thought of her being objectified by these men, led like cattle to the slaughter, sent fury pulsing through his veins.
"They have no right!" he exclaimed, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"How could anyone think this is appropriate in any way?!"
Maria gave him a sad smile. "Maoro always emphasizes that it is an old tradition, and it has been performed the same way for generations. I am not the first woman to undergo it, and I won't be the last." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I don't want to participate in this cruel custom any longer. I told my father that I will run away and die in the forest if he ever let's me participate in this again, or hand me over to my suitor. Luckily his love for me outweighed his fear of Maoro or my suitor's family. And...I have never engaged in sexual activities with anyone ever since."
Maria fell silent, clearly lost in thought as she replayed the past in her mind.
Hannes squeezed her hand tighter, trying to convey his support for her through this simple gesture and whispered, "I can't believe that they could even bring themselves to treat you like that... It makes me so angry!" Hannes couldn't hide the anger and disgust in his voice.
Maria shuddered slightly under his touch but was grateful for the sentiments Hannes expressed.
"I refuse to believe that this part of the original Montagnari tradition! There is nothing sacred about it, it's the opposite. This is an affront against the Divine Mother and all her children!" he insisted, shaking with emotion.
Maria looked at him, her eyes suddenly gleaming with hope. "Then you'll help me, Hannes? You'll stand with me, and my family, to fight against this?"
Hannes' heart swelled with determination. "Of course I will!" He said firmly, gripping her hand tightly. "I will fight for you, Maria.
For you and your family, and for the values and traditions that I know to be true to the Montagnari", Hannes promised her with fierce determination in his voice.
Maria's eyes welled up with gratitude as she realized that she had finally found someone who shared her desire to protect their village's original ways and abolish the 'La scelta' ritual.
This realization was so overwhelming that it filled her heart with warmth, and in a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion, she leaned in and kissed Hannes deeply, expressing all the love and appreciation she felt for him in that one passionate act.
Hannes was taken aback by the suddenness of Maria's kiss, but he quickly recovered, returning her ardor with his own. The intensity of their kiss grew as their lips moved together in a dance as old as time, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that belied the tenderness of the moment.
Hannes and Maria shared a passionate look, their foreheads pressed together, trying to catch their breaths. With their declaration of fighting for the Montagnari tradition, a new spark ignited their souls, strengthening their bond. They shared a deep, lingering kiss, with all the emotion they had poured into their convictions. Eventually Maria's lips pulled away from his mouth as she reclined on the bed.
Hannes sat there, his eyes fixed on Maria's body, which lay sprawled out on the bed. The sight before him was a spectacle of raw, unadulterated femininity. Maria's body was a testament to the power of motherhood, her huge breasts, swollen and tender, leaking milk onto the bed with renewed vigor.
The sight before him was one that was both enticing and mesmerizing. Two round, plump orbs, heavy with the promise of sustenance, stood out against the pale, smooth skin of the woman. He found himself unable to resist the urge to touch them, to feel the softness and weight of them in his hands. With a sense of reverence, he gently cupped one of them, letting the warmth of her skin seep into his palm. He marveled at the softness, the yielding flesh that seemed to mold to the shape of his hand. He leaned down, lowering his head, until his lips were mere inches from her nipple. He could feel the rapid beat of his heart, the pounding in his chest, as he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, before opening his mouth and taking her nipple into his mouth. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was sweet, yet slightly salty, a taste that was both familiar and exotic. He could feel the milk flowing, warm and wet, against his tongue.
Maria gasped as Hannes started suckling on her breast, the sensation of his lips on her sensitive nipple sending shivers down her spine. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him closer to her as he switched between her breasts.
The feeling of his mouth on her, his lips wrapped around her nipple, the sensation of him swallowing, was wildly arousing to Maria.
The warm feeling of his mouth sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body. She let out a low moan, her eyes half closed as she lost herself in the moment.
Hannes, as he felt Maria's sweet, warm milk on his tongue, found himself becoming increasingly enraptured. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and it was as if the world around him had faded away, leaving only him and Maria. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening - a moment that he had been dreaming about since they first met, imagining, and longing for. The anticipation had built up inside him, growing stronger with each passing hour, until it had become an almost unbearable ache. And now, as he felt Maria's hard nipple in his mouth, he knew that the wait was finally over.
Each pull of his mouth on her breast sent waves of pleasure radiating through her body, her sensitive nipples responding to his touch. Her back arched as she let out a soft moan.
"Yes, Hannes," Maria breathed, her voice almost a whisper. "Don't stop."
Hannes, lost in the moment, obeyed her command without hesitation. He pulled her nipple deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and savoring the taste of her sweet milk.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he drew harder, her body arching up to meet his eager mouth.
"Ahh, Mother," she whispered, her fingers clenching in the sheets as she gave herself over to the pleasures of his mouth on her breast. His other hand cupped her other breast, squeezing gently and massaging her nipple until she was squirming beneath him.
The sensations coursing through Maria were unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she surrendered to them completely.
As Hannes continued to suckle at her breast, the pleasure intensified, radiating out from her nipples in waves that seemed to pool in her belly. Her breath hitched in her throat as the feeling grew stronger, her body trembling beneath his touch.
"Hannes," she gasped, her fingers clenching in his hair as she pulled him closer. "Oh, Hannes..."
The sensitivity of her breasts seemed to reach a fever pitch, the intense arousal causing her body to respond in a way that was both unexpected and overwhelming. Her lactation surged forth, flowing from her nipples in a steady, unrelenting stream. The sight of the milk, so pure and white, cascading down her body and soaking the bed beneath her, was almost too much to bear. It was as if her body was reacting to the pleasure building inside her, a primal response that seemed to be beyond her control. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the pleasure building inside her like a crescendo, reaching a fever pitch that threatened to consume her entirely. She could feel herself being swept away by the tide of pleasure, her body writhing and twisting in response to the exquisite sensations coursing through her. It was as if she was on the verge of losing herself, of being consumed by the intense pleasure that was coursing through her veins.
Hannes, too, was lost in the moment, his own arousal growing stronger with each passing second.
His hand, still cupping Maria's breast, began to squeeze firmer, causing her to gasp at the increased pleasure.
His other hand drifted down her side, tracing a path along her thigh before coming to rest just above the apex of her legs. With a flick of his fingers, he parted her hairless folds, revealing her pink, swollen clit.
As his fingers explored her wet, naked vagina Hannes looked at Maria's perfect pussy in surprise. "Maria, you have no hair down there...".
Hannes observed while moving his fingers gently inside the soft folds of her pussy.
Maria let out a soft gasp, and her hips bucked upwards in pleasure, as she whispered in a sultry voice, "That's right, Hannes. Why does that surprise you?" Maria asked, looking up at Hannes with heavy-lidded eyes. She arched her back, pressing herself further into his hand, reveling in the sensation of his fingers exploring her wetness.
"I'm not used to it," Hannes replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to stroke and tease her swollen clit. "It's just... different."
Maria let out a soft moan in response. "I don't know of any woman that has hair on her vagina, do you?," she said.
"We Montagnari women don't have hair on our pussies. It has always been that way."
Hannes found himself captivated by the sight before him. The smooth, soft mound that lay before him seemed almost otherworldly, as if it had been sculpted by the hands of an angel. It was perfect in every way, possessing a youthful allure that was both innocent and enticing.
He gently inserted a finger into her wetness, pressing against her G-spot.
"Oh!" Maria exclaimed, surprised by the sensation. "Yes, Hannes, right there."
Hannes started moving his finger in a come-hither motion, making Maria gasp and writhe on the bed.
His one hand continued to manipulate her sensitive nipples while his fingers delved deeper into her wet pussy.
"Yes, yes, Hannes...oh God, yes!" Maria cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as her body shuddered and shook with the crescendo of her orgasm.
He could feel her walls constricting around his fingers as she came, the incredibly tight grip almost making him lose his grip, but he held on desperately, milking every last drop of pleasure out of the incredible climax.
Hannes watched Maria's face contort with the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm, the wave of emotion coursing through her, washing away all traces of doubt or anxiety. In that moment, the only thing that mattered to her was the sensation of Hannes' fingers buried deep inside her, the exquisite pleasure of her body being brought to its very limits. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated connection, a moment that spoke to the very core of their beings.
As Maria's orgasm subsided, her body relinquished to the pure bliss that washed over her, and she collapsed back onto the bed, spent. Hannes never left her side, continuing to flick his fingers against her clit, eliciting one more moan from her before slowing his advances.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, placing his hand on her stomach.
As Maria's breathing returned to normal, she turned onto her side to face Hannes. She pushed him down onto his back and straddled him, looking at him with a heated gaze.
"Now, it's my turn," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She ground her hips against him, the heat of her wetness penetrating the thin fabric of his pants. She reached down and pulled them off, revealing his hard cock to her hungry gaze and...looked surprised.
"Is something wrong?" Hannes asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Maria's eyes widened as she took in the sight of his penis. It was smaller than she had imagined, much smaller than the men she had seen in the village. She felt a pang of disappointment in her chest, but she quickly pushed it aside. This was Hannes, the man she loved, and size didn't matter.
"No, no, it's perfect," she said, forcing a smile onto her face. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, determined to show him just how much she cared.
Hannes could feel the hesitation in Maria's kiss, but he didn't say anything. He knew that she was surprised by his size, but he didn't understand why. "What is it, Maria? You can tell me." He did not succeed in hiding the worried tone in his voice.
Maria pulled back from the kiss, looking down at him with a soft, understanding gaze. "It's just... different," she said, echoing his earlier words. "But that doesn't mean it's bad, or that it won't work."
She shifted her weight, sliding her body down until she was seated on his thighs.
"I love you, Hannes. And I want to be with you, no matter what."
She reached down and took his cock in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Hannes enjoyed her touch and wanted to drop the issue, but somehow he just couldn't bring himself to ignore the fact that Maria seemed disappointed about his penis.
He wanted to know the truth and get it off his mind so he asked her again, making sure this time to sound more confident.
"I want you to be honest with me, Maria. Is my size a problem for you?" He asked as he looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of dishonesty or doubt. "You know, by German standards my size is slightly above average." He knew the measurements of his penis by heart. Erect it was 15 centimetres in length with a girth of 13 centimetres. Although he fantasized about having a bigger penis sometimes, he was somewhat content with its size...until now.
Maria looked away, embarrassed by his intensity. She had never been asked such a personal question before. But she knew she couldn't lie to him. She owed him the truth.
"Hannes, I'm not going to lie to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was a bit shocked when I first saw your penis. And honestly, it is smaller than the men in our village. But size is not everything. It's not about how big it is, it's what you do with it that matters."
Maria's words brought a sense of relief to Hannes. But he still couldn't shake off the thought that Maria had other expectations from his body.
He couldn't help but worry that she would compare him to the men in her village and find him lacking. But he decided to bury his doubts and instead focus on the present, enjoying the moment with Maria and showing her just how much he loved her.
Maria seemed to sense his fear and decided to put his mind at ease. "Hannes, I know you're worried about your size, but it's not an issue for me." she reassured him.
"Trust me, I'm more concerned with the pleasure we can give each other than the size of your penis. And besides, I have a feeling that you know exactly what you're doing."
Maria leaned over Hannes again, her full breasts swinging slightly as she did so. She pressed her lips to his once more, her hand still wrapped tightly around his cock. This time there was no hesitation, no surprise, only pure, unadulterated desire.
Maria straddled Hannes, with her huge breasts hanging provocatively over his chest. Her deep brown eyes met his, and he could see the fire burning within them.
"I've been yearning for you, Hannes," Maria murmured, the words barely leaving her lips. "Let's make love, let's create something beautiful together."
As she rode him, her full body bouncing up and down on his hard, throbbing cock, Hannes felt a surge of primitive pleasure course through him.
Maria's movements were like a captivating dance, a mesmerizing symphony of fluid grace and rhythmic sensuality. Her hips swayed with an almost hypnotic rhythm, each movement a tantalizing invitation that he found impossible to resist. As she moved, her huge, lactating breasts bounced and jiggled with each thrust, a sight that sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. The sight of her, so full and ripe, was like a siren's call, beckoning him closer. With each thrust, he felt himself becoming lost in the rhythm of their bodies, the tip of his cock hitting the walls of her warm, wet pussy. It was as if he were being pulled deeper and deeper into her, the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him like a warm embrace. With each thrust, he felt a shockwave of pleasure coursing through him, a wave of pure ecstasy that seemed to start at the tip of his cock and radiate outwards, enveloping his entire body. It was a sensation that he had never experienced before, a sensation that was both intoxicating and terrifying.
The feeling of her hot breath on his neck, her soft lips brushing against his skin combined with the sight of her ample breasts bouncing in front of him and the sound of her moans and gasps filled his senses.
With every stroke, he could feel her milk flowing from her nipples, wetting his mouth and chest with each pull. He swallowed, tasting the sweet, creamy milk as it coated his tongue. Maria seemed to be in a trance, her eyes glazed over and her body trembling with pleasure. Her hips continued to buck and grind against him, her body moving in rhythm with his.
Hannes, lost in the moment, couldn't help but reach up and grope Maria's huge, heavy breasts with both hands. He squeezed them firmly, relishing in the feeling of their weight and the softness of her skin. He could feel her nipples harden under his touch, the sensitive buds responding to his every movement. With a gentle twist and a pinch, he elicited a soft gasp from Maria, her body trembling with pleasure.
The sensation of Hannes' rough hands on her breasts was like a bolt of lightning, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Maria's hips continued to buck and grind against him while she leaned back, giving him better access to her sensitive flesh.
"Yes, Hannes," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Hannes continued to knead and squeeze Maria's breasts with a fervor that was both intense and tender. His fingers moved rhythmically, tracing circles around her nipples with a deftness that seemed almost hypnotic. The softness of her skin beneath his touch was a sensation that sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself lost in the moment, his mind drifting away from the world around him.
As the ecstasy of mutual pleasure started to take hold, Maria's breathing quickened, and her moans of satisfaction grew louder.
Hannes moved his hands down to her hips, pulling her closer against him as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Their bodies moved together in a frenzy of lust, and the smacking sounds of their flesh colliding filled the room. The sensation of their bodies meeting was like nothing Hannes had ever felt before, a blissful union that seemed to connect their very souls.
With each thrust, he felt a deeper connection to Maria and the Montagnari culture that she embodied. The power of their love transcended language barriers and cultural differences, and in that moment, they were only two human beings lost in the pleasures of their combined bodies.
"Ooooh, yes!" Maria exclaimed as Hannes' penis dug deeper into her with every thrust of their hips. "Just like that, faster, harder!" Her body seemed to writhe and thrash beneath him, surrendering to the increasingly intense sensations.
With each thrust, Hannes could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension building within him until it threatened to erupt in a torrent of unbridled passion.
Maria's fingers dug into his shoulders, her grip tightening as she felt the first stirrings of her impending climax. The feeling was like a wave, starting deep within her and radiating outwards in a blinding rush of pleasure. It left her breathless, lightheaded, and shaking with desire.
Her entire body was on fire, her nerves alive with a level of sensitivity that bordered on unbearable. She could feel every single sensation as if it were magnified tenfold, and it was almost too much to take.
But she couldn't get enough. Each thrust, each pull, every inch that he drove inside of her only made her hunger for more. And as the intensity built, Maria let out a guttural moan that echoed off the stone walls of their little bedroom.
Hannes, too, was lost in the moment. His eyes were locked on Maria's as he drove himself deeper inside of her. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, her pussy pulling him forward.
But it was the feeling of her breasts in his hands that he couldn't let go of. He squeezed and milked them frantically, feeling the warm milk spill out onto his hands.
Hannes had always been fascinated by huge lactating breasts, but Maria's were something else entirely. They were huge, full, and overflowing with milk. He couldn't get enough of them. He bent up to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and tugging on it as he continued to thrust into her.
Maria moaned in pleasure, her head thrown back as she rode the waves of ecstasy. She loved the feeling of Hannes' mouth on her breasts, his hands squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he sucked and licked at her nipples.
Her body arched, pressing herself against his mouth, begging him for more. Hannes gladly obliged, his mouth working her nipple as his fingers pinch and pull the other. The sensation was too much to bear, and Maria threw her head back in a moan of pure ecstasy.
"Amore mio, that feels so good," she whimpered, her fingers tightening in Hannes's hair as she urged him to continue.
Her body writhed beneath him, her full, lactating breasts bouncing with every movement.
Hannes wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body even closer as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her.
"Oh fuck, Maria!" Hannes exclaimed. "You feel amazing. I've never felt anything like this before."
Maria's body shuddered and spasmed as she reached her peak. Her pussy clenched around Hannes' cock, the sensation driving him over the edge. He thrust forward one last time and let out a guttural moan as he came deep inside of her.
His cock pulsed with each burst of his release, filling her with a warmth that seemed to spread from her center outwards.
Maria, too, was lost in the throes of her own orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her body limp and trembling. She collapsed against Hannes, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and milk, their breaths mingling in the cool air.
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It was only when the sound of a cough broke the silence that they realized they were no longer alone.
They both looked up and saw Isabella standing in the doorway, one hand casually propped on her hip while the other was busy absently twisting one of her ample breasts, a knowing smile on her face.
"Mamma!" Maria exclaimed, jumping off of Hannes and quickly pulling the sheet up to cover herself. "What are you doing here?"
Isabella's gaze flicked from Maria to Hannes, taking in the scene before her. She could see the evidence of their lovemaking all over the bed, and she seemed completely unbothered.
"Sono venuto solo per farvi sapere che la cena è pronta. Vi stiamo aspettando.," she said, her voice warm yet neutral.
Hannes quickly pulled the blanket up to cover himself, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him.
As Isabella looks at him, seemingly amused about his flustered face, her fingers seem to be brushing her nipple absentmindedly. "Pensa di potersi unire a noi tra circa 5 minuti?" Isabella turns and walks out of the room towards the little wooden staircase, leaving the door open.
The sound of her footsteps echoing in the small room was the only thing that could be heard, except for the sound of Maria's rapid, shallow breaths as she caught her breath. "Ah, Hannes... I... I don't know what to say. My mother... she just...".
Hannes looked nervously at the door, realization slowly dawning on him that they had indeed been caught. "Who knows, how long she's been standing there." he says turning to Maria.
Maria shrugged. "Maybe it doesn't matter. She would have found out soon enough. My mother... she knows everything that goes on in this house. Even when she says she' s not paying attention, she always knows." She giggles softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And besides, I think she might be a little curious about you." She winks at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Hannes blushed, trying to hide his embarrassment. "What? Why would you think that??? "
Maria grins, her eyes sparkling with knowledge. "Oh, Hannes. You really don't know, do you?" She leaned in close to him, her voice dropping to a whisper. "My mother has a bit of a reputation in the village. She' s known for her... ah, let' s call it her open-mindedness." Maria giggles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I think she might be interested in seeing what kind of man I've picked for myself."
Hannes raised his eyebrows at the surprising realization. "Ah, she wants to see if I am the right person for you?" Maria nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yep, that' s probably it." She grins, her expression mischievous. "And I think she just got her answer."
Hannes blushes, smiling. "I still don't know what she actually said."
"Oh Hannes, I am sorry. Sometimes I forget that you don't understand Italian...yet." she replies, looking guilty. "She said, I came to tell you that dinner is ready. We' re waiting for you. Can you join us in about five minutes?
"Hannes," Maria said softly, turning to face him. "Stop worrying about my mamma. I have a feeling that she's already on our side." She leaned in to kiss him. "But now, we need to focus on the family dinner. Let' s get cleaned up and go eat. Are you ready to meet my family, offically?", Maria whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Hannes felt a flutter of nerves in his chest, but he knew he couldn't back down now. He wanted to be a part of Maria's world, and that meant being welcomed into the Tosi family with open arms. "Yes," he said, his voice firm and steady. "I am ready."