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That same evening I went on a patrol for the next day's program and arranged messages at various points along the way. The game consisted of tracking down the messages left at various points.
I took the opportunity to look for a hiding place. I found it: it was a depression in the ground rich in vegetation, which surely must have been dug by the waters of the stream, covered with thick grass was dotted with poplars and hazelnuts and was very high above the planned route. This offered me the guarantee that some sexting boy who had got lost in the grove would not venture to get there.
What would Rosina's reaction be? Her embarrassed and amused expression made me realize that the answer was yes. Sara tried not to smile too much at me, turning several times that sullen and disdainful look that was so familiar to me and that made it even more desirable.
As I was about to eat my soup, while the others were clearing the table, I worked out my secret plan for the next day. The two girls were to set off together along the long road and reach the hiding place directly following the stream. It would have been safer to accompany them, in view of the possibility that they might play a few tricks on me. I decided that I would leave my colleagues at the meeting point and follow the two girls to the hiding place.
Mariella's revelations and the discovery of her relationship with Sara, not to mention the explosive atmosphere that had been created with Rosina's arrival, had awakened in me the irrepressible desire to see Sapphic orgies. More at ease with my two initial conquests, I decided to spend part of the evening with them, before sleep did not force me to retire. I felt like taking a little night walk with them, so that they would satisfy my lust as a voyeur. From this point of view, the environment was perfect. Apart from the centre of the village where there was some movement until late at night, the rest was perfectly calm. The shores of the lake were illuminated, the surrounding countryside received only the light of the moon and stars. Numerous paths started from the road to zigzag up to the first groves of fir trees.
After a few steps we heard a distant braying sound from the meadow behind the hotel. It was the owner's donkey.
"She's calling you," Samira said to Mariella.
The two girls laughed simultaneously. I remembered what had happened that morning.
"It's true!" I said. "He's already in love with you."
"Hey!" Mariella made Mariella look like a tomboy. I saw a dark spot between two walls, but a sudden bark led me away. I had to get to the tree line, even though a riskier situation would have been very exciting.
A few hundred meters higher we found ourselves in front of the spectacle of the illuminated lake and we could also see the center of the village, the orange-colored street lamps stood out against the old stone walls.
I made the girls stop when we were near the first trees and pushed them against each other with a hand on their buttocks. I grabbed them as they started to kiss. Mariella didn't do it twice and kneeled down in front of Samira to unbutton her jeans.
"Take them off altogether!" I ordered, putting myself behind Samira, who found herself bare-assed and in socks on a ground covered with pine needles. I carried her close to a slightly inclined trunk against which I leaned, drawing her to me so that her back was against my chest.
Without my need to speak, Mariella stood at our feet and began to lick her friend while I stroked 1'ombelico and the hips of my prisoner, continuing to observe the movement of Mariella's head. Samira gasped loudly. I grabbed her right leg from underneath and lifted it gently, so as to open her cleavage well. Her thigh bent against her breasts, she waved her graceful little foot over the head of the other one, who stuck her tongue even deeper into the unbridled desire to quench her lust.
Samira still had her panties in her left hand. I grabbed them from her and brought them closer to her nostrils, inhaling her penetrating and strong afrigere.
"Suck it!"
I pushed her panties between her lips, where the moods of her vagina were wettest. She sucked my middle finger wrapped in the tissue soaked by her internal secretion.
Mariella, who instead drew directly from the source, moaned with pleasure. I lowered Samira's thigh, which I turned towards me. This time she presented her ass to her voracious friend who would surely have had some difficulty indicating her preferences. Samira moaned against my ear as I continued to watch Mariella's mouth play. I stroked her round buttocks and moved them away so that her tongue could flow freely from the base of her ass to her vagina. Mariella was spoilt for choice and gave burning kisses now at one hour to the other.
I placed Samira on the trunk and stood to the side to see her better, then I pulled out the member that was on the attention span and brought it closer to her. While Mariella lifted up her head, she took it in her mouth, and swallowed it deeply into her throat. I suck it, then she went back to her friend's wet pussy, alternating kissing and sucking...
"Keep eating it, I'm gonna jerk off instead."
Samira bent down a little more and now the very open buttocks allowed me to see the vulva vertically and the anus raised upwards. I grabbed my big bat and took to beating it quickly, between the greedy mouth of the one and the proffered ass of the other.
With an animalistic moan I let the sperm go right in the middle, a splash on the one's ass and another one on the cheek of my friend. When I ejaculated completely, Mariella took my cock in her mouth and wiped it vigorously.
In the deep silence that usually follows this kind of explosion, Mariella launched her own claim:
"Well, do I have to do everything myself?!"
But her discontent was short-lived because she immediately found herself with two leeches, one in front of the other at the back, who went from one to the other with great enthusiasm. She chose my mouth to give her a sour sketch accompanied by a childish moan. The taste of urine invaded my palate. That little pig wasn't ashamed at all! But I forgave her such neglect that she enjoyed coming into my mouth.
The day finally came when I would have had the first black one of my life. And what a piece of pussy!
One of the best and sexiest girls in the world. Silvia and Barbara left, as planned, after breakfast. I gathered the whole group together in the salon, and entrusted the various responsibilities to the boys I trusted. After a good half hour's walk we reached the designated place and set up the "headquarters".
I headed north-north-west and stopped above the signal closest to the hideout I had found, on top of a well-ventilated slope.
I eagerly awaited the arrival of my game.
I saw the first couple of boys pass in the distance, I saw them stop and write the message on a notepad, then disappear into the dense forest.
Then I felt a blow to my heart at the sight of two beautiful little figures who, like gazelles, came forward to throw themselves into the jaws of the wolf. Rosina, always bare thighs, defied the brambles and insect bites. Was she dressed like that to seduce me? What flattering thoughtfulness! I showed myself and they came towards me. I approached me, so I pointed them both to the place I had chosen.
After five minutes of a quick walk, we found ourselves at the bottom of the small depression.
wind was passing over our heads without touching us. The roar of the stream was clearly audible. We went to see its clear swirling through the dark or green rocks. We were spoilt for choice for laying down the blanket in my backpack. We climbed up a little higher, in search of a
grassy stretch surrounded by foliage. As I spread the blanket, they stood still and watched me. So they sat down and stood silent.
"Well, the last time I saw you in the barn, you were in better shape! "If I'm blocking you, I'll step away for a few minutes. Don't worry, I'll come back hiding in the foliage, just to watch you, just like a peeping tom. You won't even see me!"
The thought that they had probably already stretched out next to each other by now excited me. I kept looking at the clock, striving to respect the ten minutes I had imposed on myself before I left, I retraced my steps, I was seized with palpitations when I caught a glimpse of Rosina's large bronze body lying on the blanket, reaching out to receive Sara's kisses, who sat beside her. Her hands raised above her braids, she stood still, with her small breasts darting upwards, Her navel, flat and taut, had a very slight waviness every time a caress touched it, Pointed on her shoulder blades and buttocks the girl seemed to be stretched by an imaginary thread because of her excessive arching, The kidneys dug up almost to suffocate her, in a suggestive way, the waistline. From the narrow pelvis, adorned with that curly pubis, the long athlete's thighs departed, enhanced by the slender line of the knees. The long legs and small feet were the crowning achievement of that perfect anatomy.
I could see why Sara was crazy about her. With her perverse, precocious sexual appetites, Rosina's body must have driven her to ecstasy! I saw her lower her palms to the waist and she began to grope for a moment, then lay down slowly to reach the other one's navel with her lips.
Sara was still wearing her shirt and jogging suit. In fact it was Rosina who had to be consumed, not her, And that contrast accentuated the nudity of the black girl, Sara bent down and quickly passed from navel to pubis, The friend did not move, she seemed to stare at the sky and thus embodied the perfect object of desire: That passivity fully suited her, she did nothing but emphasize the great beauty of her lines, I saw Sara's white chin disappear into the curly hair she began to explore starting from above, Then Rosina widened one thigh and allowed the other to hunt the face deeper. Sara's dark curls fell on her belly and black thighs. For a moment I could only see the movement of one's head and the undulation of the other's pelvis. I took the upright rod in my hand and beat it hard. Sara lifted her head and, continuing to caress her friend's sex, looked around.
I knew she was looking for me. I stepped forward to hear the rustling of the branches, and they both looked in my direction and, after seeing me, began their favorite game.
At this point Sara turned Rosina around, grabbing her by a thigh. And she turned her towards me, thus allowing me to admire the curly intimacy of the Martinican. A convex slit and
symmetrically between two dark folds, with a strip of pinkish flesh in the center. He began to caress it above and below, to excite her. Rosina's breasts touched the blanket while her buttocks seemed to square me with impertinence. I saw Sara's tapered fingers slip into the pinkish strip, open it and massage it inside. Then she spread it with both hands, showing me the inside of that warm oyster. The bottom was redder and the bright mucosa opened and closed, depending on the reactions of the elastic ring that controlled access to the vagina. Sara showed me the hole wide open and black, the inside of Rosina's womb. I was standing there, arms dangling, sex outside the flap... I was hypnotized by that perverted painting. Sara beckoned me to come closer and so I could kneel next to them and watch the movement of her skillful, thin white fingers in the rosy, wet, darkly edged vulva. Then she moved a few inches away and, her hands still resting on each other's buttocks, made her silent mind understand that now I could enjoy myself. Astounded, I looked at her with an interrogative air showing her cock. She gave me a nod of denial with her head and pulled out her tongue waving it frantically. I felt shocked. I felt like I was dreaming. I could've stuck my tongue in that rosy, rorid crater in the middle of that diabolical pussy! I bent down, I propped myself on my palms taking care not to touch Rosina, I pulled out my tongue, stretching my head towards that intimate slit. The smell that preceded the contact seemed intoxicating. I aspired those African moods, pungent, authentic, brutal. It could have been nauseating if Rosina hadn't been so beautiful! I began to devour with voluptuousness the big fleshy lips, after having sucked them, pulled them, caressed them, I chased deeper my sex greedy face, immersing myself in those lubricating juices. The vulva opened wide and wrapped my chin like a flesh mask. I took to titillate with the tip of my tongue the warm vagina, the inner walls soft and acres and, after having worked it well, like a restless wild boar rooting in the ground in search of truffles, I attached myself to the asshole hidden by a thick and curly fleece.
At first dry and hard, the elastic ring gradually stretched out, letting me taste the fleshy inside. Surprised by Rosina's docility, unaware of what she was doing with Sara such was the foia I felt for that anus, I did not hesitate to penetrate with all the strength of my tongue that last defense. I watched the open mucosa for a while. The fleshy star was unchanged, but had retreated further back. The dark skin had been replaced by a light-coloured mucosa. I looked up at my partners... Sara lay on her side and kissed Rosina on the face. Instinctively I slid my fingers toward the open slit: the inside was warm. Rosina did not even turn around. I slid the thumb of the same hand into the open anus and let it enter the metacarpus. With a pincer movement I massaged the thin membrane that separated the two orifices... Rosina's pelvis had begun to sway again. I felt satisfied.
With my dick in my hand I started to take it completely, taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were still making love, like a doctor trying to distract a child so that he could give him an injection without being noticed.
I felt a pleasant surprise when I felt my sex slip unobstructed into the dark shell and settle down comfortably. Rosina let slip a moan that could mean as much astonishment as pleasure. She hinted at turning her head and this allowed me to see her profile. Sara took her by the chin and brought her closer to her own face and the other one let her do it. With my lower abdomen contracted for pleasure, I went and came slowly into the deep vagina. Acres of sapphires rose up to my nostrils with every movement I made: Rosina's sex smelled very strong during love and this only increased my excitement.
"Ask her if she likes it," I said to Sara.
"Of course she likes it. Keep going, keep going...".
Sara's face was decomposed by the excitement. She shifted her gaze from my swollen cock penetrating her friend's face to the face of her who surely had to be contracted for the pleasure she felt. Her verbal violence surprised me when she began to tell me:
"You like that, huh, slut? You like getting fucked, don't you? You didn't tell me that, huh? What a hypocrite you were with all your sanctimonious airs. But you liked your dick, huh? You want to fuck your gym teacher, don't you? You like Gianni, don't you? He's got a nice dick, as big as that of the niggers in your country, eh? That's not what you like... ugly bitch?".
Rosina simply responded with low moans, shaking her head according to the rhythm I impressed her buttocks.
"Come on, turn her over!", Sara said. For the second time I took the black one from the front, but this time from the face. I crouch down with my buttocks on my heels, my knees apart, and I pumped her vigorously, after putting her legs over my shoulders.
Sara had taken off her jogging suit and settled down on her friend's face. I saw the big lips on Rosina's upper lips go into action against the wet shell that was on top of her. Sara also used my image, and especially that of my bird that penetrated her lover's belly like a crazy piston, to launch herself into prolonged enjoyment. She would pull down her buttocks on Rosina's face and watch my cock biting her lips.
I tried to hold back as much as I could but even for me the show the two girls were offering me was too strong!
I withdrew abruptly from that burning belly and approached the sticky member to Sara's beautiful mouth, which immediately swallowed it. I took her head in my hands and hammered it all the way down her throat. Then I felt violent tremors all over the rod and immediately afterwards I exploded into her delicate throat, every last drop.
She licked me without feeling disgust and began to enjoy herself, letting out loud cries.
I saw that Rosina's face was all wet.
I understood that my pisser had forgotten everything again in the moment of orgasm. Luckily the stream wasn't far away...
I arrived at lunchtime late, followed by a short distance from my two accomplices. Mariella peeped at me with a mischievous expression mixed with reproach. Her big bright eyes seemed to ignore jealousy. I felt like getting close to her to hold her to my chest. If the other girls had charm, however, I felt a sense of affinity with her. Even though I was unfaithful to her, for me she was my libertine muse, the one who always encouraged me to go further.
She took pleasure with pleasure, and even the pleasure of others. With those inner smiles of hers, it was as if she guessed the future. What else would she show and teach me?
I took the opportunity to look for a hiding place. I found it: it was a depression in the ground rich in vegetation, which surely must have been dug by the waters of the stream, covered with thick grass was dotted with poplars and hazelnuts and was very high above the planned route. This offered me the guarantee that some sexting boy who had got lost in the grove would not venture to get there.
What would Rosina's reaction be? Her embarrassed and amused expression made me realize that the answer was yes. Sara tried not to smile too much at me, turning several times that sullen and disdainful look that was so familiar to me and that made it even more desirable.
As I was about to eat my soup, while the others were clearing the table, I worked out my secret plan for the next day. The two girls were to set off together along the long road and reach the hiding place directly following the stream. It would have been safer to accompany them, in view of the possibility that they might play a few tricks on me. I decided that I would leave my colleagues at the meeting point and follow the two girls to the hiding place.
Mariella's revelations and the discovery of her relationship with Sara, not to mention the explosive atmosphere that had been created with Rosina's arrival, had awakened in me the irrepressible desire to see Sapphic orgies. More at ease with my two initial conquests, I decided to spend part of the evening with them, before sleep did not force me to retire. I felt like taking a little night walk with them, so that they would satisfy my lust as a voyeur. From this point of view, the environment was perfect. Apart from the centre of the village where there was some movement until late at night, the rest was perfectly calm. The shores of the lake were illuminated, the surrounding countryside received only the light of the moon and stars. Numerous paths started from the road to zigzag up to the first groves of fir trees.
After a few steps we heard a distant braying sound from the meadow behind the hotel. It was the owner's donkey.
"She's calling you," Samira said to Mariella.
The two girls laughed simultaneously. I remembered what had happened that morning.
"It's true!" I said. "He's already in love with you."
"Hey!" Mariella made Mariella look like a tomboy. I saw a dark spot between two walls, but a sudden bark led me away. I had to get to the tree line, even though a riskier situation would have been very exciting.
A few hundred meters higher we found ourselves in front of the spectacle of the illuminated lake and we could also see the center of the village, the orange-colored street lamps stood out against the old stone walls.
I made the girls stop when we were near the first trees and pushed them against each other with a hand on their buttocks. I grabbed them as they started to kiss. Mariella didn't do it twice and kneeled down in front of Samira to unbutton her jeans.
"Take them off altogether!" I ordered, putting myself behind Samira, who found herself bare-assed and in socks on a ground covered with pine needles. I carried her close to a slightly inclined trunk against which I leaned, drawing her to me so that her back was against my chest.
Without my need to speak, Mariella stood at our feet and began to lick her friend while I stroked 1'ombelico and the hips of my prisoner, continuing to observe the movement of Mariella's head. Samira gasped loudly. I grabbed her right leg from underneath and lifted it gently, so as to open her cleavage well. Her thigh bent against her breasts, she waved her graceful little foot over the head of the other one, who stuck her tongue even deeper into the unbridled desire to quench her lust.
Samira still had her panties in her left hand. I grabbed them from her and brought them closer to her nostrils, inhaling her penetrating and strong afrigere.
"Suck it!"
I pushed her panties between her lips, where the moods of her vagina were wettest. She sucked my middle finger wrapped in the tissue soaked by her internal secretion.
Mariella, who instead drew directly from the source, moaned with pleasure. I lowered Samira's thigh, which I turned towards me. This time she presented her ass to her voracious friend who would surely have had some difficulty indicating her preferences. Samira moaned against my ear as I continued to watch Mariella's mouth play. I stroked her round buttocks and moved them away so that her tongue could flow freely from the base of her ass to her vagina. Mariella was spoilt for choice and gave burning kisses now at one hour to the other.
I placed Samira on the trunk and stood to the side to see her better, then I pulled out the member that was on the attention span and brought it closer to her. While Mariella lifted up her head, she took it in her mouth, and swallowed it deeply into her throat. I suck it, then she went back to her friend's wet pussy, alternating kissing and sucking...
"Keep eating it, I'm gonna jerk off instead."
Samira bent down a little more and now the very open buttocks allowed me to see the vulva vertically and the anus raised upwards. I grabbed my big bat and took to beating it quickly, between the greedy mouth of the one and the proffered ass of the other.
With an animalistic moan I let the sperm go right in the middle, a splash on the one's ass and another one on the cheek of my friend. When I ejaculated completely, Mariella took my cock in her mouth and wiped it vigorously.
In the deep silence that usually follows this kind of explosion, Mariella launched her own claim:
"Well, do I have to do everything myself?!"
But her discontent was short-lived because she immediately found herself with two leeches, one in front of the other at the back, who went from one to the other with great enthusiasm. She chose my mouth to give her a sour sketch accompanied by a childish moan. The taste of urine invaded my palate. That little pig wasn't ashamed at all! But I forgave her such neglect that she enjoyed coming into my mouth.
The day finally came when I would have had the first black one of my life. And what a piece of pussy!
One of the best and sexiest girls in the world. Silvia and Barbara left, as planned, after breakfast. I gathered the whole group together in the salon, and entrusted the various responsibilities to the boys I trusted. After a good half hour's walk we reached the designated place and set up the "headquarters".
I headed north-north-west and stopped above the signal closest to the hideout I had found, on top of a well-ventilated slope.
I eagerly awaited the arrival of my game.
I saw the first couple of boys pass in the distance, I saw them stop and write the message on a notepad, then disappear into the dense forest.
Then I felt a blow to my heart at the sight of two beautiful little figures who, like gazelles, came forward to throw themselves into the jaws of the wolf. Rosina, always bare thighs, defied the brambles and insect bites. Was she dressed like that to seduce me? What flattering thoughtfulness! I showed myself and they came towards me. I approached me, so I pointed them both to the place I had chosen.
After five minutes of a quick walk, we found ourselves at the bottom of the small depression.
wind was passing over our heads without touching us. The roar of the stream was clearly audible. We went to see its clear swirling through the dark or green rocks. We were spoilt for choice for laying down the blanket in my backpack. We climbed up a little higher, in search of a
grassy stretch surrounded by foliage. As I spread the blanket, they stood still and watched me. So they sat down and stood silent.
"Well, the last time I saw you in the barn, you were in better shape! "If I'm blocking you, I'll step away for a few minutes. Don't worry, I'll come back hiding in the foliage, just to watch you, just like a peeping tom. You won't even see me!"
The thought that they had probably already stretched out next to each other by now excited me. I kept looking at the clock, striving to respect the ten minutes I had imposed on myself before I left, I retraced my steps, I was seized with palpitations when I caught a glimpse of Rosina's large bronze body lying on the blanket, reaching out to receive Sara's kisses, who sat beside her. Her hands raised above her braids, she stood still, with her small breasts darting upwards, Her navel, flat and taut, had a very slight waviness every time a caress touched it, Pointed on her shoulder blades and buttocks the girl seemed to be stretched by an imaginary thread because of her excessive arching, The kidneys dug up almost to suffocate her, in a suggestive way, the waistline. From the narrow pelvis, adorned with that curly pubis, the long athlete's thighs departed, enhanced by the slender line of the knees. The long legs and small feet were the crowning achievement of that perfect anatomy.
I could see why Sara was crazy about her. With her perverse, precocious sexual appetites, Rosina's body must have driven her to ecstasy! I saw her lower her palms to the waist and she began to grope for a moment, then lay down slowly to reach the other one's navel with her lips.
Sara was still wearing her shirt and jogging suit. In fact it was Rosina who had to be consumed, not her, And that contrast accentuated the nudity of the black girl, Sara bent down and quickly passed from navel to pubis, The friend did not move, she seemed to stare at the sky and thus embodied the perfect object of desire: That passivity fully suited her, she did nothing but emphasize the great beauty of her lines, I saw Sara's white chin disappear into the curly hair she began to explore starting from above, Then Rosina widened one thigh and allowed the other to hunt the face deeper. Sara's dark curls fell on her belly and black thighs. For a moment I could only see the movement of one's head and the undulation of the other's pelvis. I took the upright rod in my hand and beat it hard. Sara lifted her head and, continuing to caress her friend's sex, looked around.
I knew she was looking for me. I stepped forward to hear the rustling of the branches, and they both looked in my direction and, after seeing me, began their favorite game.
At this point Sara turned Rosina around, grabbing her by a thigh. And she turned her towards me, thus allowing me to admire the curly intimacy of the Martinican. A convex slit and
symmetrically between two dark folds, with a strip of pinkish flesh in the center. He began to caress it above and below, to excite her. Rosina's breasts touched the blanket while her buttocks seemed to square me with impertinence. I saw Sara's tapered fingers slip into the pinkish strip, open it and massage it inside. Then she spread it with both hands, showing me the inside of that warm oyster. The bottom was redder and the bright mucosa opened and closed, depending on the reactions of the elastic ring that controlled access to the vagina. Sara showed me the hole wide open and black, the inside of Rosina's womb. I was standing there, arms dangling, sex outside the flap... I was hypnotized by that perverted painting. Sara beckoned me to come closer and so I could kneel next to them and watch the movement of her skillful, thin white fingers in the rosy, wet, darkly edged vulva. Then she moved a few inches away and, her hands still resting on each other's buttocks, made her silent mind understand that now I could enjoy myself. Astounded, I looked at her with an interrogative air showing her cock. She gave me a nod of denial with her head and pulled out her tongue waving it frantically. I felt shocked. I felt like I was dreaming. I could've stuck my tongue in that rosy, rorid crater in the middle of that diabolical pussy! I bent down, I propped myself on my palms taking care not to touch Rosina, I pulled out my tongue, stretching my head towards that intimate slit. The smell that preceded the contact seemed intoxicating. I aspired those African moods, pungent, authentic, brutal. It could have been nauseating if Rosina hadn't been so beautiful! I began to devour with voluptuousness the big fleshy lips, after having sucked them, pulled them, caressed them, I chased deeper my sex greedy face, immersing myself in those lubricating juices. The vulva opened wide and wrapped my chin like a flesh mask. I took to titillate with the tip of my tongue the warm vagina, the inner walls soft and acres and, after having worked it well, like a restless wild boar rooting in the ground in search of truffles, I attached myself to the asshole hidden by a thick and curly fleece.
At first dry and hard, the elastic ring gradually stretched out, letting me taste the fleshy inside. Surprised by Rosina's docility, unaware of what she was doing with Sara such was the foia I felt for that anus, I did not hesitate to penetrate with all the strength of my tongue that last defense. I watched the open mucosa for a while. The fleshy star was unchanged, but had retreated further back. The dark skin had been replaced by a light-coloured mucosa. I looked up at my partners... Sara lay on her side and kissed Rosina on the face. Instinctively I slid my fingers toward the open slit: the inside was warm. Rosina did not even turn around. I slid the thumb of the same hand into the open anus and let it enter the metacarpus. With a pincer movement I massaged the thin membrane that separated the two orifices... Rosina's pelvis had begun to sway again. I felt satisfied.
With my dick in my hand I started to take it completely, taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were still making love, like a doctor trying to distract a child so that he could give him an injection without being noticed.
I felt a pleasant surprise when I felt my sex slip unobstructed into the dark shell and settle down comfortably. Rosina let slip a moan that could mean as much astonishment as pleasure. She hinted at turning her head and this allowed me to see her profile. Sara took her by the chin and brought her closer to her own face and the other one let her do it. With my lower abdomen contracted for pleasure, I went and came slowly into the deep vagina. Acres of sapphires rose up to my nostrils with every movement I made: Rosina's sex smelled very strong during love and this only increased my excitement.
"Ask her if she likes it," I said to Sara.
"Of course she likes it. Keep going, keep going...".
Sara's face was decomposed by the excitement. She shifted her gaze from my swollen cock penetrating her friend's face to the face of her who surely had to be contracted for the pleasure she felt. Her verbal violence surprised me when she began to tell me:
"You like that, huh, slut? You like getting fucked, don't you? You didn't tell me that, huh? What a hypocrite you were with all your sanctimonious airs. But you liked your dick, huh? You want to fuck your gym teacher, don't you? You like Gianni, don't you? He's got a nice dick, as big as that of the niggers in your country, eh? That's not what you like... ugly bitch?".
Rosina simply responded with low moans, shaking her head according to the rhythm I impressed her buttocks.
"Come on, turn her over!", Sara said. For the second time I took the black one from the front, but this time from the face. I crouch down with my buttocks on my heels, my knees apart, and I pumped her vigorously, after putting her legs over my shoulders.
Sara had taken off her jogging suit and settled down on her friend's face. I saw the big lips on Rosina's upper lips go into action against the wet shell that was on top of her. Sara also used my image, and especially that of my bird that penetrated her lover's belly like a crazy piston, to launch herself into prolonged enjoyment. She would pull down her buttocks on Rosina's face and watch my cock biting her lips.
I tried to hold back as much as I could but even for me the show the two girls were offering me was too strong!
I withdrew abruptly from that burning belly and approached the sticky member to Sara's beautiful mouth, which immediately swallowed it. I took her head in my hands and hammered it all the way down her throat. Then I felt violent tremors all over the rod and immediately afterwards I exploded into her delicate throat, every last drop.
She licked me without feeling disgust and began to enjoy herself, letting out loud cries.
I saw that Rosina's face was all wet.
I understood that my pisser had forgotten everything again in the moment of orgasm. Luckily the stream wasn't far away...
I arrived at lunchtime late, followed by a short distance from my two accomplices. Mariella peeped at me with a mischievous expression mixed with reproach. Her big bright eyes seemed to ignore jealousy. I felt like getting close to her to hold her to my chest. If the other girls had charm, however, I felt a sense of affinity with her. Even though I was unfaithful to her, for me she was my libertine muse, the one who always encouraged me to go further.
She took pleasure with pleasure, and even the pleasure of others. With those inner smiles of hers, it was as if she guessed the future. What else would she show and teach me?
