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Having to celebrate your birthday in early August can prove to be a real calamity: if you are in your city, at least two thirds of your friends have already gone on vacation and the party - if you do it - turns out to be a blow; if you have already left for the holidays and have gone to the usual place for many years, you will find the maximum confusion between promised arrivals and departures already in sight; if you have chosen a new location, you will almost certainly not have enough friends to organize a party with bows.
But, for my eighteenth birthday, I had already decided: even if my parents had already booked the usual pension of all the years; even though I knew for sure that I would find myself in the usual uncertain environment between those who had not yet arrived and those who were already about to leave; in short, even if everything risked going upstream, I wanted at any cost my birthday present, the big, immense one, to never forget.
In short, for my eighteenth birthday I had decided that I would give myself a real copula, the first of my life: I would have granted a man my virginity and I would remember it forever.
I was tired of the 'arranged' pumice with pimply sexting and tiny peas, of the manipulations in the bathrooms or at the last counter, of some sucking of sex on the back seats of the car: in short, I wanted on my eighteenth birthday a real member, of a man true, he broke my belly and taught me the paths of 'real' sex.
The fact of returning, for the umpteenth time, to the same beach, to the same pension, almost under the same umbrella, in this case helped me, because it allowed me to pin the interest on someone who for years had aroused curiosity and general interest.
Not much precise information was known about him: forty years old, secluded, almost curmudgeon, always immersed in a book, sheltered by his umbrella, he was not very familiar and only for the pleasantries of use; on the other hand, he exhibited a remarkable, though not flashy, physique and had decidedly refined manners.
Umbrella radio, however, had already built its urban legend, reporting vague and opposing but in many cases converging news: high school teacher in a big city, he seemed to be famous for the cordial ways he kept with the students; for many, however, it was mainly to the pupils that he devoted himself with particular interest, even outside the school; for this, he would have triggered precise accusations of plagiarism and pedophilia: but, according to the most informed, the accusations had fallen on deaf ears and, at best, he had copulated a bit with sexting girls hungry for sex, but not all of his school and above all adults and consenting.
Above all these details promoted him in my ranking as the ideal subject for my desire for a 'birthday present': in short, I had decided that Vito would be my Pygmalion and that I would be able, before the end of the holidays, to have sex with him at the great.
The real problem was the approach; but, unwittingly, it was my mother who gave the cue by commenting too loudly (perhaps with the intent to bring 'the professor' inside) my tantrums about the birthday and the great gift that everyone was talking about.
The first thing I noticed was Vito's sudden change of attitude: hearing that in those days I would become 'of age' was almost a revelation; suddenly I felt his gaze squaring from head to toe, dwelling evident on the bursting breast (a third well worn) and on the well-designed but generously offered by the minitanga of the costume.
Suddenly, the wren observed in those years as an annoying girl turned out to be a decidedly palatable woman.
I didn't waste time and I started the seduction work I had in mind for some time: from that moment, every opportunity (real or invented) was good, to voluptuously pass my hands over my breasts, groin, hips.
I abruptly cut off the speeches, stating that the 'big gift was a dream of mine only' and I went into the water.
On the way back, I let myself fall as close as possible to his deck chair, I unhooked my bra and let my tits go outdoors: needless to say, a rapid enlargement of the package forced Vito to arrange the book to cover the groin; I almost screamed with joy.
On the other hand, I asked him to pass the cream on and the contact of his hands on my skin was the beginning of a continuous series of emotions that caused me intense excitement; for his part, Vito often focused more on the crucial points of the body and his massage became for me a real titillation of the buttocks, belly and breast.
While, with the excuse of the cream, he massaged my whole body erotically, Vito ventured the question I was waiting for.
"What is this great gift that nobody knows?"
I decided not to wait any longer and, without hesitation, I told him openly that I would be looking for someone who would make me become
in all senses, especially sexually.
He was stunned for a moment; then the distribution of the cream resumed, but now it was an evident massage of intense and provocative sexuality, to the point that I felt the vulva contract several times and small orgasms chased each other repeatedly.
Stopping the massage almost abruptly, in order not to give rise to doubts, she let me go and whispered almost imperceptibly.
"Maybe tonight, around nine, at the boat stranded at the bottom of the beach you might find an answer."
Vito was already on the spot when I arrived: sitting on a beach towel lying next to the dry boat, he was smoking with evident satisfaction; I went to sit next to him and rested my head on his chest; he gently stroked my head, threw away the butt, took me by the arm and made me stand up with him.
I had already felt some emotion kissing some boys, but when he wrapped me with his arms and kissed me on the mouth, I saw the stars light up in the eyes: he had an intense, male flavor; a way of using the tongue to penetrate my mouth and scouring it all that gave chills; his hands, meanwhile, ran down my back to my buttocks, unhinging strong contractions of pleasure from my belly.
It was a kiss that I never forgot.
When then, one of his hands turned to my breast and began to palpate it, I felt a fountain open between my legs and the moods began and flow copiously; moreover, its member had become almost huge - at least for me, at least at that moment - and I felt it all pressing against the groin and urging the reactions of my vulva: I had the feeling of being penetrated ... and there were still clothes between us.
I remembered the sensation of his hands spreading the sunscreen on my skin: and I realized that it was quite another thing: my knees trembled with emotion and, between my thighs, I felt a liquid mood pouring out that I feared it would wet the shorts that wrapped around my hips.
I decided to do nothing and to let myself go, to savor the sweetness of those caresses that stirred the female in me: after all, it was the birthday present that I had dreamed of and wanted above all else .
Meanwhile, the shirt had flown over my head and my boobs protruded with the arrogance of youth in the fresh air; Vito took them, one by the hand, and began to caress them; he looked for the nipples just mentioned, squeezed them between two fingers and titillated them with delicacy: colored eddies flashed in my closed eyes and thrills of pleasure shook my hips.
He bent down to kiss them and the sky was suddenly unleashed in violent lightnings of eroticism; she sucked them for a long time, with affection, almost with devotion: and I discovered the first small orgasms that chased each other in my groin and discharged from the vulva still closed like an oyster.
I didn't know what to do, even though I had had some approach with sexting my age; here was another matter entirely: and my hands remained inert for a while.
But when Vito moved his hands towards the shorts, the wait for the next pleasure electrocuted my brain and for a moment I completely lost control: his fingers gently leaned against the hair of the pubis and I moaned almost in fits and starts: he stopped, but with my hand I pushed hers to continue.
Feeling the touch of her finger between her labia was a twist of the senses; when, then, he went to tickle the clitoris I felt my brain whirl in the void.
I reached out, not to be inert, and reached the parcel still protected by the shorts: I met a nervous mass of flesh that I imagined even more frightening than my fantasies; I opened the button at the waist and lowered the zip; I put my hand and touched it with my fingers: it was really big!
With absolutely awkward gestures, I tried to extract it, but I was not capable of it; Vito then abandoned my groin, took off his shorts and exhibited it in all its power: I took it in my hand, hinting at a manipulation, but I was really out of my mind and I could not; I felt his hand taking mine and guiding it in masturbation; everything became simpler and, in the uncertain light of the evening, I stared at him with interest: it was a beautiful club, the one I had dreamed of and desired for my defloration.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, Vito urged me to lower myself: I realized that he wanted me to take it in his mouth: sometimes I had done it, but in an approximate way and with much smaller tools; here it was a real man ... and a real clapper!
I pressed my lips and smelled the male invade my nostrils and stimulate my femininity; I forced it between my lips and it seemed to me that, together with the tube of meat, all the pleasure of the world invaded my body: the start was given, however, and all that remained was to take full advantage.
I opened my mouth wide and let half the auction enter, before he gave me
throat discomfort.
"Turn your tongue around the chapel."
Vito suggested to me; and I obediently began to lick it inside my mouth inventing contortions that I would never have considered myself capable of.
He enjoyed a lot, on contact, and he showed it by arching and stiffening, pushing the pubis towards my mouth and retracting immediately afterwards.
I felt the belly open and melt from pleasure, as I sent it up and down from the lips, along the palate and towards the cheeks, always following it with the tongue that was now moving by itself.
Vito interrupted me, when I was already anticipating my orgasm; he moved me, lifted me to his feet, pulled down my shorts and took my vulva with full hands: again my eyes were colored with crazy lightning bolts and swirls of colors.
Moving gently, he ran a finger between his big lips and reached the small ones, unleashing small, repeated orgasms; meanwhile, he had bent to suck my nipples and I could no longer keep up with my sources of pleasure: I only knew I was in a wonderful lake of orgasms in which I lost myself blessed.
He made me lie down on the sheet he had placed on the sand and stimulated me to raise my knees and spread them out; he knelt between my legs, leaned forward and leaned his mouth on my pussy.
I let out an immense cry of pleasure when his tongue met my clitoris; that hard and rough tongue, but so delicate, made me shout more than one scream when his licking extended to the labia minora, the labia majora, inside the thighs.
By now it was an ocean of orgasms, what was unleashing from my pussy.
He stopped again and I enjoyed myself just wondering what else he would invent.
In turn, she stretched out on the towel, but with her head turned to my legs, she took me by her hips and lifted me on her body: I found myself so crushed on her belly, with the 'terrible' sex at your mouth and the vulva flattened on his chin.
He began to lick me diligently, from the thighs to the pubis and then to the vulva, penetrating with the tongue up to the clitoris.
I took his rod in my mouth and began to suck noisily making that sex do the most unexpected developments, inserting it in my throat up to my tonsils, licking everything, upwards and downwards.
In no way did my instinct lead me to make a fellatio that unleashed continuous orgasms that went to download into his mouth.
Vito, for his part, licked my vulva like never again.
When my jaw was tired of the movement (and maybe even his tongue) we stopped and got out of his body; I lay down beside and stood looking at the stars, enjoying all the pleasure that flooded me.
Between serious and facetious, Vito said.
“These were foreplay; now, if you really want, I will give you the real gift. "
I hugged him and kissed him; but this time it was I who scoured her mouth in every inch, copulating almost with the tongue and sucking on her until she reached my tonsils.
He got back on his knees between my legs, brought the sex close to my belly and gently stroked the vulva with his middle finger which he slid along the whole crack.
"Now I deflower you."
He simply said; he settled on me, tied me in an infinite kiss, put his chapel on the vulva with his hands and began to push.
I felt the stick of meat violate my bowels and go inside: I lost the sense of place, time, the world and I began to see the colored pinwheels of the evening rotate in my eyes - even more vivid -.
A little pain, almost a burning, and his sex was inside me: I tried to scream my pleasure, but his kiss suffocated him, indeed he gathered it all inside his mouth; he moved a little inside me, back and forth, gently, and every movement became for me an orgasm that added to the previous ones, until I felt my belly explode, my entrails splash out from the vulva and I screamed (this time he couldn't stop me ) a unique, immense, absolute orgasm.
Then I fell into a sort of swoon, I lost consciousness for a while and I didn't even notice him coming out of my vagina.
"I had to stop, because it would have been dangerous to come inside."
Vito said to me when I recovered: his member was still standing, evidently not satisfied.
"I can help you: how do you want me to come?"
I asked everything thoughtful and determined.
“Maybe there would be an icing for your birthday cake; but I don't know if we should think about it. "
The idea of a cherry, of a new surprise, definitely fascinated me.
"What is it about?"
"Normally it is called anal coitus: in short, I would like to do your backside, if you are there."
If I was there?!?! But it was the most I could wish for; but I had felt it was painful and, for some, dangerous.
“Dangerous is a deterrent: think of homosexuals - who are much more than they say - and you will understand that they are certainly not all in danger. Painful it is,
no in part; but if you do things gracefully, it's not unbearable. "
I decided I wanted to try: if the pain had been too acute, I would have asked him to stop and we would have chosen another path, hands or mouth for example.
He told me to turn around on my stomach, he knelt between my legs, bent over me and began to lick my little hole; to facilitate himself, he made me lift up on my knees, 'doggy style', and began to pass my tongue over the anus and vulva, up and down, with a lot of saliva; then I felt something fresh on the anus
"It is cream to facilitate sliding."
He told me and I let him do it.
I felt a finger enter the anus and force the sphincter.
"Jerk off while I penetrate you: it will encourage entry."
I did it and I really realized that the finger in the rectum simply accentuated the pleasure that my finger stimulated in the vagina.
At the first finger another followed, immediately after, and they began to open to dilate the hole; then a third entered and the opening became consistent, but I felt no pain: between the desire contained for years, the stimulation of my fingers in the still sore pussy and the lubricating cream, it seemed to me that the anus was rightly adapting to the occasion.
When she pulled her fingers out and lifted herself on her knees behind me, I understood that she was also going to deflower behind me: an inexplicable and intense happiness caught me and made me shudder in all the fibers; then when I felt the chapel approach the anus, the colored pinwheels danced in my eyes even more violent and heated.
He entered just a little, to the sphincter: when I contracted the muscles in pain he stopped and recommended me.
"Strive as if you have to go body: you will see that you will open enough."
I did so and also accentuated the movement of the fingers in the vagina.
He penetrated me with a single blow and I screamed, but I told him not to stop; he planted himself on me and stood for a while with the bat that vibrated in my intestines.
Past the moment, I began to move, almost without realizing it, the internal muscles to adapt them to the new size, until it only gave me pleasure, to keep it inside me.
I told him to continue.
He moved gently, at the beginning, and began to plunger my butt with a club that I had considered "terrible" and which I now found wonderful.
When I relaxed and started to participate in the movement, she started pumping me with strength and regularity.
"Warn me, when you're coming."
He told me; I nodded yes and pushed my butt against his belly to make me penetrate all the way.
I don't know how long we went on; I know that I felt the pleasure to mount me inside, from the belly, from the back, from the thighs, from the vagina, from the butt: I was a single lake of pleasure.
When the small orgasms became very popular and chased each other in a crescendo that would lead to orgasm, I told him.
"I'm coming."
He accentuated the push, gave some stronger blows, stretched everything from head to toe, and began to erupt semen in my intestines.
At the first spray, I exploded into an orgasm never even assumed: the earth turned around me and I myself became the swirl of colors that had filled my evening.
We collapsed on the cloth, emptied, almost exhausted.
"Now there is the biggest problem; I have to go out and maybe you'll have some trouble. "
Other than annoyance!
It was a painful operation that made the evening even more unforgettable.
The next day, Vito was gone on the beach; Umbrella radio communicated that he had been summoned ahead of time and that he already knew that he would have to return that morning.
Luckily, he had had the good taste to give me my birthday present.
Even if we never saw each other again and I had a lot of sessions of that kind, that was certainly the most beautiful gift I could receive and, I think, the best that any woman has ever had ..
But, for my eighteenth birthday, I had already decided: even if my parents had already booked the usual pension of all the years; even though I knew for sure that I would find myself in the usual uncertain environment between those who had not yet arrived and those who were already about to leave; in short, even if everything risked going upstream, I wanted at any cost my birthday present, the big, immense one, to never forget.
In short, for my eighteenth birthday I had decided that I would give myself a real copula, the first of my life: I would have granted a man my virginity and I would remember it forever.
I was tired of the 'arranged' pumice with pimply sexting and tiny peas, of the manipulations in the bathrooms or at the last counter, of some sucking of sex on the back seats of the car: in short, I wanted on my eighteenth birthday a real member, of a man true, he broke my belly and taught me the paths of 'real' sex.
The fact of returning, for the umpteenth time, to the same beach, to the same pension, almost under the same umbrella, in this case helped me, because it allowed me to pin the interest on someone who for years had aroused curiosity and general interest.
Not much precise information was known about him: forty years old, secluded, almost curmudgeon, always immersed in a book, sheltered by his umbrella, he was not very familiar and only for the pleasantries of use; on the other hand, he exhibited a remarkable, though not flashy, physique and had decidedly refined manners.
Umbrella radio, however, had already built its urban legend, reporting vague and opposing but in many cases converging news: high school teacher in a big city, he seemed to be famous for the cordial ways he kept with the students; for many, however, it was mainly to the pupils that he devoted himself with particular interest, even outside the school; for this, he would have triggered precise accusations of plagiarism and pedophilia: but, according to the most informed, the accusations had fallen on deaf ears and, at best, he had copulated a bit with sexting girls hungry for sex, but not all of his school and above all adults and consenting.
Above all these details promoted him in my ranking as the ideal subject for my desire for a 'birthday present': in short, I had decided that Vito would be my Pygmalion and that I would be able, before the end of the holidays, to have sex with him at the great.
The real problem was the approach; but, unwittingly, it was my mother who gave the cue by commenting too loudly (perhaps with the intent to bring 'the professor' inside) my tantrums about the birthday and the great gift that everyone was talking about.
The first thing I noticed was Vito's sudden change of attitude: hearing that in those days I would become 'of age' was almost a revelation; suddenly I felt his gaze squaring from head to toe, dwelling evident on the bursting breast (a third well worn) and on the well-designed but generously offered by the minitanga of the costume.
Suddenly, the wren observed in those years as an annoying girl turned out to be a decidedly palatable woman.
I didn't waste time and I started the seduction work I had in mind for some time: from that moment, every opportunity (real or invented) was good, to voluptuously pass my hands over my breasts, groin, hips.
I abruptly cut off the speeches, stating that the 'big gift was a dream of mine only' and I went into the water.
On the way back, I let myself fall as close as possible to his deck chair, I unhooked my bra and let my tits go outdoors: needless to say, a rapid enlargement of the package forced Vito to arrange the book to cover the groin; I almost screamed with joy.
On the other hand, I asked him to pass the cream on and the contact of his hands on my skin was the beginning of a continuous series of emotions that caused me intense excitement; for his part, Vito often focused more on the crucial points of the body and his massage became for me a real titillation of the buttocks, belly and breast.
While, with the excuse of the cream, he massaged my whole body erotically, Vito ventured the question I was waiting for.
"What is this great gift that nobody knows?"
I decided not to wait any longer and, without hesitation, I told him openly that I would be looking for someone who would make me become
in all senses, especially sexually.
He was stunned for a moment; then the distribution of the cream resumed, but now it was an evident massage of intense and provocative sexuality, to the point that I felt the vulva contract several times and small orgasms chased each other repeatedly.
Stopping the massage almost abruptly, in order not to give rise to doubts, she let me go and whispered almost imperceptibly.
"Maybe tonight, around nine, at the boat stranded at the bottom of the beach you might find an answer."
Vito was already on the spot when I arrived: sitting on a beach towel lying next to the dry boat, he was smoking with evident satisfaction; I went to sit next to him and rested my head on his chest; he gently stroked my head, threw away the butt, took me by the arm and made me stand up with him.
I had already felt some emotion kissing some boys, but when he wrapped me with his arms and kissed me on the mouth, I saw the stars light up in the eyes: he had an intense, male flavor; a way of using the tongue to penetrate my mouth and scouring it all that gave chills; his hands, meanwhile, ran down my back to my buttocks, unhinging strong contractions of pleasure from my belly.
It was a kiss that I never forgot.
When then, one of his hands turned to my breast and began to palpate it, I felt a fountain open between my legs and the moods began and flow copiously; moreover, its member had become almost huge - at least for me, at least at that moment - and I felt it all pressing against the groin and urging the reactions of my vulva: I had the feeling of being penetrated ... and there were still clothes between us.
I remembered the sensation of his hands spreading the sunscreen on my skin: and I realized that it was quite another thing: my knees trembled with emotion and, between my thighs, I felt a liquid mood pouring out that I feared it would wet the shorts that wrapped around my hips.
I decided to do nothing and to let myself go, to savor the sweetness of those caresses that stirred the female in me: after all, it was the birthday present that I had dreamed of and wanted above all else .
Meanwhile, the shirt had flown over my head and my boobs protruded with the arrogance of youth in the fresh air; Vito took them, one by the hand, and began to caress them; he looked for the nipples just mentioned, squeezed them between two fingers and titillated them with delicacy: colored eddies flashed in my closed eyes and thrills of pleasure shook my hips.
He bent down to kiss them and the sky was suddenly unleashed in violent lightnings of eroticism; she sucked them for a long time, with affection, almost with devotion: and I discovered the first small orgasms that chased each other in my groin and discharged from the vulva still closed like an oyster.
I didn't know what to do, even though I had had some approach with sexting my age; here was another matter entirely: and my hands remained inert for a while.
But when Vito moved his hands towards the shorts, the wait for the next pleasure electrocuted my brain and for a moment I completely lost control: his fingers gently leaned against the hair of the pubis and I moaned almost in fits and starts: he stopped, but with my hand I pushed hers to continue.
Feeling the touch of her finger between her labia was a twist of the senses; when, then, he went to tickle the clitoris I felt my brain whirl in the void.
I reached out, not to be inert, and reached the parcel still protected by the shorts: I met a nervous mass of flesh that I imagined even more frightening than my fantasies; I opened the button at the waist and lowered the zip; I put my hand and touched it with my fingers: it was really big!
With absolutely awkward gestures, I tried to extract it, but I was not capable of it; Vito then abandoned my groin, took off his shorts and exhibited it in all its power: I took it in my hand, hinting at a manipulation, but I was really out of my mind and I could not; I felt his hand taking mine and guiding it in masturbation; everything became simpler and, in the uncertain light of the evening, I stared at him with interest: it was a beautiful club, the one I had dreamed of and desired for my defloration.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, Vito urged me to lower myself: I realized that he wanted me to take it in his mouth: sometimes I had done it, but in an approximate way and with much smaller tools; here it was a real man ... and a real clapper!
I pressed my lips and smelled the male invade my nostrils and stimulate my femininity; I forced it between my lips and it seemed to me that, together with the tube of meat, all the pleasure of the world invaded my body: the start was given, however, and all that remained was to take full advantage.
I opened my mouth wide and let half the auction enter, before he gave me
throat discomfort.
"Turn your tongue around the chapel."
Vito suggested to me; and I obediently began to lick it inside my mouth inventing contortions that I would never have considered myself capable of.
He enjoyed a lot, on contact, and he showed it by arching and stiffening, pushing the pubis towards my mouth and retracting immediately afterwards.
I felt the belly open and melt from pleasure, as I sent it up and down from the lips, along the palate and towards the cheeks, always following it with the tongue that was now moving by itself.
Vito interrupted me, when I was already anticipating my orgasm; he moved me, lifted me to his feet, pulled down my shorts and took my vulva with full hands: again my eyes were colored with crazy lightning bolts and swirls of colors.
Moving gently, he ran a finger between his big lips and reached the small ones, unleashing small, repeated orgasms; meanwhile, he had bent to suck my nipples and I could no longer keep up with my sources of pleasure: I only knew I was in a wonderful lake of orgasms in which I lost myself blessed.
He made me lie down on the sheet he had placed on the sand and stimulated me to raise my knees and spread them out; he knelt between my legs, leaned forward and leaned his mouth on my pussy.
I let out an immense cry of pleasure when his tongue met my clitoris; that hard and rough tongue, but so delicate, made me shout more than one scream when his licking extended to the labia minora, the labia majora, inside the thighs.
By now it was an ocean of orgasms, what was unleashing from my pussy.
He stopped again and I enjoyed myself just wondering what else he would invent.
In turn, she stretched out on the towel, but with her head turned to my legs, she took me by her hips and lifted me on her body: I found myself so crushed on her belly, with the 'terrible' sex at your mouth and the vulva flattened on his chin.
He began to lick me diligently, from the thighs to the pubis and then to the vulva, penetrating with the tongue up to the clitoris.
I took his rod in my mouth and began to suck noisily making that sex do the most unexpected developments, inserting it in my throat up to my tonsils, licking everything, upwards and downwards.
In no way did my instinct lead me to make a fellatio that unleashed continuous orgasms that went to download into his mouth.
Vito, for his part, licked my vulva like never again.
When my jaw was tired of the movement (and maybe even his tongue) we stopped and got out of his body; I lay down beside and stood looking at the stars, enjoying all the pleasure that flooded me.
Between serious and facetious, Vito said.
“These were foreplay; now, if you really want, I will give you the real gift. "
I hugged him and kissed him; but this time it was I who scoured her mouth in every inch, copulating almost with the tongue and sucking on her until she reached my tonsils.
He got back on his knees between my legs, brought the sex close to my belly and gently stroked the vulva with his middle finger which he slid along the whole crack.
"Now I deflower you."
He simply said; he settled on me, tied me in an infinite kiss, put his chapel on the vulva with his hands and began to push.
I felt the stick of meat violate my bowels and go inside: I lost the sense of place, time, the world and I began to see the colored pinwheels of the evening rotate in my eyes - even more vivid -.
A little pain, almost a burning, and his sex was inside me: I tried to scream my pleasure, but his kiss suffocated him, indeed he gathered it all inside his mouth; he moved a little inside me, back and forth, gently, and every movement became for me an orgasm that added to the previous ones, until I felt my belly explode, my entrails splash out from the vulva and I screamed (this time he couldn't stop me ) a unique, immense, absolute orgasm.
Then I fell into a sort of swoon, I lost consciousness for a while and I didn't even notice him coming out of my vagina.
"I had to stop, because it would have been dangerous to come inside."
Vito said to me when I recovered: his member was still standing, evidently not satisfied.
"I can help you: how do you want me to come?"
I asked everything thoughtful and determined.
“Maybe there would be an icing for your birthday cake; but I don't know if we should think about it. "
The idea of a cherry, of a new surprise, definitely fascinated me.
"What is it about?"
"Normally it is called anal coitus: in short, I would like to do your backside, if you are there."
If I was there?!?! But it was the most I could wish for; but I had felt it was painful and, for some, dangerous.
“Dangerous is a deterrent: think of homosexuals - who are much more than they say - and you will understand that they are certainly not all in danger. Painful it is,
no in part; but if you do things gracefully, it's not unbearable. "
I decided I wanted to try: if the pain had been too acute, I would have asked him to stop and we would have chosen another path, hands or mouth for example.
He told me to turn around on my stomach, he knelt between my legs, bent over me and began to lick my little hole; to facilitate himself, he made me lift up on my knees, 'doggy style', and began to pass my tongue over the anus and vulva, up and down, with a lot of saliva; then I felt something fresh on the anus
"It is cream to facilitate sliding."
He told me and I let him do it.
I felt a finger enter the anus and force the sphincter.
"Jerk off while I penetrate you: it will encourage entry."
I did it and I really realized that the finger in the rectum simply accentuated the pleasure that my finger stimulated in the vagina.
At the first finger another followed, immediately after, and they began to open to dilate the hole; then a third entered and the opening became consistent, but I felt no pain: between the desire contained for years, the stimulation of my fingers in the still sore pussy and the lubricating cream, it seemed to me that the anus was rightly adapting to the occasion.
When she pulled her fingers out and lifted herself on her knees behind me, I understood that she was also going to deflower behind me: an inexplicable and intense happiness caught me and made me shudder in all the fibers; then when I felt the chapel approach the anus, the colored pinwheels danced in my eyes even more violent and heated.
He entered just a little, to the sphincter: when I contracted the muscles in pain he stopped and recommended me.
"Strive as if you have to go body: you will see that you will open enough."
I did so and also accentuated the movement of the fingers in the vagina.
He penetrated me with a single blow and I screamed, but I told him not to stop; he planted himself on me and stood for a while with the bat that vibrated in my intestines.
Past the moment, I began to move, almost without realizing it, the internal muscles to adapt them to the new size, until it only gave me pleasure, to keep it inside me.
I told him to continue.
He moved gently, at the beginning, and began to plunger my butt with a club that I had considered "terrible" and which I now found wonderful.
When I relaxed and started to participate in the movement, she started pumping me with strength and regularity.
"Warn me, when you're coming."
He told me; I nodded yes and pushed my butt against his belly to make me penetrate all the way.
I don't know how long we went on; I know that I felt the pleasure to mount me inside, from the belly, from the back, from the thighs, from the vagina, from the butt: I was a single lake of pleasure.
When the small orgasms became very popular and chased each other in a crescendo that would lead to orgasm, I told him.
"I'm coming."
He accentuated the push, gave some stronger blows, stretched everything from head to toe, and began to erupt semen in my intestines.
At the first spray, I exploded into an orgasm never even assumed: the earth turned around me and I myself became the swirl of colors that had filled my evening.
We collapsed on the cloth, emptied, almost exhausted.
"Now there is the biggest problem; I have to go out and maybe you'll have some trouble. "
Other than annoyance!
It was a painful operation that made the evening even more unforgettable.
The next day, Vito was gone on the beach; Umbrella radio communicated that he had been summoned ahead of time and that he already knew that he would have to return that morning.
Luckily, he had had the good taste to give me my birthday present.
Even if we never saw each other again and I had a lot of sessions of that kind, that was certainly the most beautiful gift I could receive and, I think, the best that any woman has ever had ..
