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Within a month, I had lost sight of all my previous lovers. They no longer interested me.
The school had become a place of work and pleasure at the same time. A place of perdition, I should say. But in those days I was not aware of the pathological aspect of that state of affairs. My nature was such that morality couldn't take hold of me. The only rule of behavior I had set myself was not to do harm. That was it! On the other hand, I was persuaded to do Samira good, so much so that her school profit had improved.
A party organized by the boys of the school gave me the opportunity to approach Mariella, One Saturday afternoon, a week before the Easter holidays, they held a little party in a rather modest place near the school.
Of course, I was the guest of honour. I was hoping to find some of my girlfriends and observe their behaviour a little bit, but since I was not a fan of new wave and hard rock, I didn't want to stay for hours wallpapering between a glass of whisky and soda. So I warned everyone that I'd be late.
Samira never went out alone, except to attend school, and this would have left me more freedom of movement. I still had the habit of the teenager who preferred to go out on his own, hoping to dredge. I showed up at about eighteen in the club...
full of smoke and darkness, lit only by bright green and red flashing lights.
True to the image I had of my students, some girls were dancing among them, looking at the tip of their shoes. They couldn't be considered horny! One guessed what they would become: boring wives or lovers a few years from now. The fact that they were pretty didn't change the situation. Meanwhile, a few guys were hanging around them. I watched this scene with a perverse sense of satisfaction. As long as I was left with the most delicious morsels, those idiots! That's all I asked.
Mariella, leaning against the wall, wrapped in a leather jacket a little worn out, watched as I watched the group of dancers. With her usual pouty air, short hair, she looked like a boy. She looked bored, and I was the only one who could catch her smile when our eyes crossed. She was kind of slutty, and that attracted me. I liked that naughty look of hers. Maybe it was my twisted imagination that made me read in her eyes...
a vicious light? Either way, she clearly had a blowjob mouth. The idea of feeling the cock between her greedy lips was beginning to haunt me.
The guys would come up to me to chat and pull me by the arm so I'd go on the dance floor with them. "Gianni, come and have fun with us!" They were nice. Maybe they found me a little too serious, maybe embarrassed, and tried to make me feel comfortable with them.
And that's when the music started and everyone went off on a hunt to do the slow one. Sarah was dancing in the center with a cute guy who had finished school the year before. She was all over him; she had a lazy expression on her face and looked completely comfortable. I saw her kiss Mariella several times, and she winked back.
I noticed that Rosina, the beautiful black girl who was in school, was also there. I had had her in class the year before. She did professional athletics and watching her run around in one of those tight-fitting overalls was a joy for the eyes! Tall and muscular, the Martinican had the docile and somewhat naive character of the women on her island. She was so demure that she even dodged my somewhat playful gestures. For example: when I pinched her cheek, or put my hand on her shoulder, or put my hand around her waist, she would sit quietly, shyly, I would say almost submissive...
It was the year Noah won at Roland Garros, she had braids in her hair and this hairstyle added a sexy note to her supple silhouette. She danced the slow languidly. Throwing down orangeade on orangeade, I watched her round ass with feverish looks. The party was coming to an end and I reflected on how to bait the bitches shaking under my nose.
Mariella was undoubtedly the most favorable terrain to launch the first offensive, but I did not dare to attack her directly. She had come out of the club, she was chatting with some guys on motorbikes, I immediately sensed that she would leave with one of them. After a quick grope behind the stairs or in the elevator she would enter the house and fall asleep, alone with one finger pressed on her clitoris. No, I couldn't bear the thought of such a waste! I absolutely had to impose myself!
I was counting on the complicity of that rascal, after all, for months her behaviour was an invitation to get busy and it was certainly not up to her to take the first step.
She enthusiastically accepted my proposal, because she had to get back before eight o'clock, but, as I feared, half a dozen brats rushed towards the doors of my car. Getting into my Volvo was a cakewalk for them. I could say goodbye to the intimacy I'd wanted. But I still had a chance. Mariella lived in another neighborhood and I planned to get everyone else out before I dropped her off in front of the house. She sat in front. In the back seat, four little pricks were shaking like devils. Several times I slid my hand off the gear lever and brought it closer to the left knee of my sexting passenger, who didn't even make a crease. I didn't dare look at her so as not to attract other people's attention. When I had finally landed the little raving bunch, I was able to leave my hand on her thigh for good. She, still on the seat, smiled quietly. Her golden eyes gave me an oblique look. Her hand landed on mine: warm and sweaty. I was in a hurry to get away from that neighborhood. During the five hundred meters that separated us from our parents' house, she silently caressed my forearm. The waning darkness protected us and behind the smoked windows we were more or less invisible, I changed gears with my left. It was fun for Mariella, who reinforced her caress. I climbed up with my right a few centimeters on her leg and she spread her thighs a little. I felt the fever on me. Suddenly I felt a brutal, insane desire. But it must have seemed much more natural to her because she was totally relaxed. She even went so far as to take my hand and place it higher up against the buttoned-up flap of her jeans. I started groping her there.
"This is it!" I slowed down on instinct.
"I just... I... Where do I leave you?" "Go on. Go a little further." As she passed her house, Mariella took a look at the windows. I stopped, about fifty yards ahead, near a wall that bordered the muddy ground. The darkness was total, the road deserted. I turned towards my passenger and grabbed her and they pinned her against mine. I had no trouble finding her nimble tongue. I had the little bitch in my hand! I was horny as a donkey.
After a long, greedy kiss interspersed with sighs and moans she broke away from me.
"I have to go home..."... by the back of my head. Her lips, soft and warm, opened to my tongue...
"Wait! Wait! Just two minutes. I have something to show you!"
I acted without thinking, driven by an animal instinct. I wanted to show her the bird. I wanted her to see what a real, big... I pulled it out of my pants with some difficulty. It was stiff as a...
stick. A vague smell of fish rises from the chiseled glans to my nostrils. Mariella, however, must have been used to that smell because she only had a vicious giggle.
Come on, my kitten, give him a little caress." I pushed her pretty little head so that she would lower herself on my weaned baby bottle. She didn't make a dent. By golly! Her reputation was not
certainly undeserved! He laid a gentle hand on my strawberry. Her breath tightened my skin.
Then her lips took to travel around my glans and, finally, she decided to put it in her mouth, but even this she did with a surprising delicacy. She sucked my rod almost to the root. I was dizzyingly shoving myself into her mouth, between her lips, savouring the velvet of her tongue and palate and then the warmth of her throat, I was in heaven! She sucked me for a brief moment, waving back and forth, sucking, sucking, sucking, licking and making little grunts.
"You like that, huh, my little bitch! And bigger than your little friends, eh? That's what you need, tell me!"
Mariella nodded yes with her head, without stopping. With her little fingers stuck in my thighs, she'd pump me like a puppy dog with a providential bone.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer to my face.
"Give me your beautiful blowjob mouth!" I kissed her. It tasted like dick. I masturbated violently while inhaling her breath. She intelligently lowered her hand so she could palpate my balls. It was more than it took me to ejaculate and I flooded her chin with a slimy splash.
Dry it for me... hmmm! Well, a good worker always cleans her tools well. Now you'll taste like sperm!" I dried her lips.
"Here, take this chewing gum before you go kiss your parents good night. It seems more prudent to me!"
The school had become a place of work and pleasure at the same time. A place of perdition, I should say. But in those days I was not aware of the pathological aspect of that state of affairs. My nature was such that morality couldn't take hold of me. The only rule of behavior I had set myself was not to do harm. That was it! On the other hand, I was persuaded to do Samira good, so much so that her school profit had improved.
A party organized by the boys of the school gave me the opportunity to approach Mariella, One Saturday afternoon, a week before the Easter holidays, they held a little party in a rather modest place near the school.
Of course, I was the guest of honour. I was hoping to find some of my girlfriends and observe their behaviour a little bit, but since I was not a fan of new wave and hard rock, I didn't want to stay for hours wallpapering between a glass of whisky and soda. So I warned everyone that I'd be late.
Samira never went out alone, except to attend school, and this would have left me more freedom of movement. I still had the habit of the teenager who preferred to go out on his own, hoping to dredge. I showed up at about eighteen in the club...
full of smoke and darkness, lit only by bright green and red flashing lights.
True to the image I had of my students, some girls were dancing among them, looking at the tip of their shoes. They couldn't be considered horny! One guessed what they would become: boring wives or lovers a few years from now. The fact that they were pretty didn't change the situation. Meanwhile, a few guys were hanging around them. I watched this scene with a perverse sense of satisfaction. As long as I was left with the most delicious morsels, those idiots! That's all I asked.
Mariella, leaning against the wall, wrapped in a leather jacket a little worn out, watched as I watched the group of dancers. With her usual pouty air, short hair, she looked like a boy. She looked bored, and I was the only one who could catch her smile when our eyes crossed. She was kind of slutty, and that attracted me. I liked that naughty look of hers. Maybe it was my twisted imagination that made me read in her eyes...
a vicious light? Either way, she clearly had a blowjob mouth. The idea of feeling the cock between her greedy lips was beginning to haunt me.
The guys would come up to me to chat and pull me by the arm so I'd go on the dance floor with them. "Gianni, come and have fun with us!" They were nice. Maybe they found me a little too serious, maybe embarrassed, and tried to make me feel comfortable with them.
And that's when the music started and everyone went off on a hunt to do the slow one. Sarah was dancing in the center with a cute guy who had finished school the year before. She was all over him; she had a lazy expression on her face and looked completely comfortable. I saw her kiss Mariella several times, and she winked back.
I noticed that Rosina, the beautiful black girl who was in school, was also there. I had had her in class the year before. She did professional athletics and watching her run around in one of those tight-fitting overalls was a joy for the eyes! Tall and muscular, the Martinican had the docile and somewhat naive character of the women on her island. She was so demure that she even dodged my somewhat playful gestures. For example: when I pinched her cheek, or put my hand on her shoulder, or put my hand around her waist, she would sit quietly, shyly, I would say almost submissive...
It was the year Noah won at Roland Garros, she had braids in her hair and this hairstyle added a sexy note to her supple silhouette. She danced the slow languidly. Throwing down orangeade on orangeade, I watched her round ass with feverish looks. The party was coming to an end and I reflected on how to bait the bitches shaking under my nose.
Mariella was undoubtedly the most favorable terrain to launch the first offensive, but I did not dare to attack her directly. She had come out of the club, she was chatting with some guys on motorbikes, I immediately sensed that she would leave with one of them. After a quick grope behind the stairs or in the elevator she would enter the house and fall asleep, alone with one finger pressed on her clitoris. No, I couldn't bear the thought of such a waste! I absolutely had to impose myself!
I was counting on the complicity of that rascal, after all, for months her behaviour was an invitation to get busy and it was certainly not up to her to take the first step.
She enthusiastically accepted my proposal, because she had to get back before eight o'clock, but, as I feared, half a dozen brats rushed towards the doors of my car. Getting into my Volvo was a cakewalk for them. I could say goodbye to the intimacy I'd wanted. But I still had a chance. Mariella lived in another neighborhood and I planned to get everyone else out before I dropped her off in front of the house. She sat in front. In the back seat, four little pricks were shaking like devils. Several times I slid my hand off the gear lever and brought it closer to the left knee of my sexting passenger, who didn't even make a crease. I didn't dare look at her so as not to attract other people's attention. When I had finally landed the little raving bunch, I was able to leave my hand on her thigh for good. She, still on the seat, smiled quietly. Her golden eyes gave me an oblique look. Her hand landed on mine: warm and sweaty. I was in a hurry to get away from that neighborhood. During the five hundred meters that separated us from our parents' house, she silently caressed my forearm. The waning darkness protected us and behind the smoked windows we were more or less invisible, I changed gears with my left. It was fun for Mariella, who reinforced her caress. I climbed up with my right a few centimeters on her leg and she spread her thighs a little. I felt the fever on me. Suddenly I felt a brutal, insane desire. But it must have seemed much more natural to her because she was totally relaxed. She even went so far as to take my hand and place it higher up against the buttoned-up flap of her jeans. I started groping her there.
"This is it!" I slowed down on instinct.
"I just... I... Where do I leave you?" "Go on. Go a little further." As she passed her house, Mariella took a look at the windows. I stopped, about fifty yards ahead, near a wall that bordered the muddy ground. The darkness was total, the road deserted. I turned towards my passenger and grabbed her and they pinned her against mine. I had no trouble finding her nimble tongue. I had the little bitch in my hand! I was horny as a donkey.
After a long, greedy kiss interspersed with sighs and moans she broke away from me.
"I have to go home..."... by the back of my head. Her lips, soft and warm, opened to my tongue...
"Wait! Wait! Just two minutes. I have something to show you!"
I acted without thinking, driven by an animal instinct. I wanted to show her the bird. I wanted her to see what a real, big... I pulled it out of my pants with some difficulty. It was stiff as a...
stick. A vague smell of fish rises from the chiseled glans to my nostrils. Mariella, however, must have been used to that smell because she only had a vicious giggle.
Come on, my kitten, give him a little caress." I pushed her pretty little head so that she would lower herself on my weaned baby bottle. She didn't make a dent. By golly! Her reputation was not
certainly undeserved! He laid a gentle hand on my strawberry. Her breath tightened my skin.
Then her lips took to travel around my glans and, finally, she decided to put it in her mouth, but even this she did with a surprising delicacy. She sucked my rod almost to the root. I was dizzyingly shoving myself into her mouth, between her lips, savouring the velvet of her tongue and palate and then the warmth of her throat, I was in heaven! She sucked me for a brief moment, waving back and forth, sucking, sucking, sucking, licking and making little grunts.
"You like that, huh, my little bitch! And bigger than your little friends, eh? That's what you need, tell me!"
Mariella nodded yes with her head, without stopping. With her little fingers stuck in my thighs, she'd pump me like a puppy dog with a providential bone.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer to my face.
"Give me your beautiful blowjob mouth!" I kissed her. It tasted like dick. I masturbated violently while inhaling her breath. She intelligently lowered her hand so she could palpate my balls. It was more than it took me to ejaculate and I flooded her chin with a slimy splash.
Dry it for me... hmmm! Well, a good worker always cleans her tools well. Now you'll taste like sperm!" I dried her lips.
"Here, take this chewing gum before you go kiss your parents good night. It seems more prudent to me!"
