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Mariella and Samira had turned my life upside down. Usually, with an older girl, I'd get laid...
It calmed me down, it allowed me to think about something else, to feel free of spirit. Instead, the possible adventures with those two little ones obsessed me day and night. Those little sluts populated my fantasies, haunted my nights. Their bodies, their pussy, their mouth, their breasts paraded in front of my eyes during sleepless hours, forcing me to masturbate until the wee hours when finally my flushed eyes found a few hours of rest.
I had not yet had the chance to really live out my fantasies with a woman. I had always been a conscientious fucker, I had always tried to give each of my partners a substantial pleasure, like a good man from the South. I loved to seduce, I loved to fuck, but I confess it, both for the conquest and the pleasure. I wanted to make women scream because I thought that was my role, my duty. On the other hand, I didn't really understand the deep-seated reasons for those hysterical excesses to which some of them had to be subjected.
It was very different with those two sexting sluts I had discovered. My desire was now taking new paths, wandering along unknown paths... I was discovering the obsession with vice, a new Mr. Hyde in me. I wanted to put those impure girls of mine through everything. I was no longer the adult self master, the serene initiator, but the slave of a morbid and perverse desire. I would take turns, very imprudently, to get them down a few corridors, in a deserted locker room, behind a mountain of gym mats, in the school toilets, sucking their nipples, masturbating them... I rarely got to go any further. I was frustrated and I ended up going to the streets. It was Samira who was the first to pay for it and it was Silvia who, unwittingly, came to my aid, bringing a foam mattress to the gym, which I found decidedly providential.
"It was a shame to throw it away," she explained while I was helping her carry it.
This seemed to be a good opportunity to tidy the place up a bit. I decided that I would prepare a sort of trap for my evening visitor. I didn't forget the indispensable tube of Vaseline that I put in the medicine box, among other ointments. Who knows how many kisses and groping we would have exchanged before we got to the point! I could already see the little one lying on the mattress, with her ass naked and her pussy well lubricated. Just the thought of it made me shudder. The next evening, when she discreetly came knocking on the door, Samira was totally unaware of what was waiting for her in our gallant refuge. She found herself lying on the foam without even having had time to realize my intentions. After giving her a quick kiss, I twisted her belly and pulled her pants down to her knees.
"No! No! I have to go home!"
"Don't worry! It won't last longer than usual!
Let me just... You'll like it!"
I smeared my hand with Vaseline and shoved it up her ass to lubricate her anus. Her fingers went in effortlessly. It was a cakewalk! I wiped them on her white, white butt cheeks, which I stretched out to get a good shot. Then I stuck the rod in that little purple hole.
Samira tried to look, kept turning her head, and with my left hand I squeezed her on the ass...
soft mattress.
"What are you doing, Gianni? No, you're crazy!" Without answering, I leaned the turgid glans against the hole but it slipped sideways.
"Do not move like that! I can't get it in!"
"No! Ouch, it hurts!".
I immobilized her by clamping her waist with both hands. The stone-hard bird didn't need to be guided to find the right way this time.
"Come on, relax, or you'll hurt yourself!"
Taking advantage of a moment of decontraction I slipped the glans into the well lubricated anus.
"Ah, how it burns, Gianni! It hurts!"
Without letting go, I blocked myself to reassure her and calm her down.
"A little patience, dear. You're going to love it. I promise you. You just have to make a little effort!" I was the one who was good at giving such reassurance, I couldn't even stand a thermometer in the anus!
I watched my dick get stuck in that hole. It felt warm at the tip. Samira's moans were suffocating, but sharp. If I hadn't been afraid that someone outside could hear, I would have felt a diabolical pleasure at that moment.
"Be good, my big girl! You'll get used to it! You'll get used to it!" I stammered like an automaton because I was actually excited by the idea that it was burning so unbearable.
The thick tube of stiff flesh penetrated her. The most was done! I began to pump her gently
while she was trying to break free. But I mastered her mercilessly. I pressed the back of her head hard, I felt her suffocate in the foam, but now she didn't scream anymore. Within a few minutes she relaxed slightly and my grip gradually became a loving embrace. Samira's breasts were heavy in the palm of my hands. She started complaining again but by then my dick was firmly planted in her ass. I grabbed her buttocks and shook her all over. She shut up, suffering my law, my strength. The rod went up and down that cozy anus, I pulled it out of her, flooded her with moods and stuck it back in with even greater force.
"Pig! Bad boy! You're hurting me! I don't love you anymore!"
Was that a joke on you? That falsely childish little voice... The important thing, however, was that he let himself get fucked to the end and I could make a monumental cumshot!
When I felt that I was about to ejaculate and she took a violent fucking blowjob...
without complaining. I found myself enjoying myself in an incredible way! I filled her ass with all the strength I had, biting my lips not to scream.
Noisily panting, I stayed on her and kept stroking her back and hair. She was motionless. I sat on the floor and licked her anus as if to console her. The hole now looked like a pit of soft, wet flesh hatching at my pleasure. I stuck my tongue in it, feeling voluptuous.
Suddenly, in agitation, she got up, put on her suit and left without even saying goodbye to me. She had no reason to be angry: it had lasted exactly as long as she had...
and I was sure that, towards the end, she liked it too. She didn't speak to me for several days. I thought she was angry, but towards the end of the week she whispered something to me without looking me in the face.
"If you want, I can come in a few minutes."
I was overwhelmed by an enormous joy. We started again just like the first time. She still felt a little sick, but she confessed with some reluctance that the idea excited her. For the whole month of March she came to offer me twice a week.
For lack of time I didn't have the problem to last long before I enjoyed it. Each time I pumped her like crazy and came within minutes. And every time she would run away the same way... But she always came back.
It calmed me down, it allowed me to think about something else, to feel free of spirit. Instead, the possible adventures with those two little ones obsessed me day and night. Those little sluts populated my fantasies, haunted my nights. Their bodies, their pussy, their mouth, their breasts paraded in front of my eyes during sleepless hours, forcing me to masturbate until the wee hours when finally my flushed eyes found a few hours of rest.
I had not yet had the chance to really live out my fantasies with a woman. I had always been a conscientious fucker, I had always tried to give each of my partners a substantial pleasure, like a good man from the South. I loved to seduce, I loved to fuck, but I confess it, both for the conquest and the pleasure. I wanted to make women scream because I thought that was my role, my duty. On the other hand, I didn't really understand the deep-seated reasons for those hysterical excesses to which some of them had to be subjected.
It was very different with those two sexting sluts I had discovered. My desire was now taking new paths, wandering along unknown paths... I was discovering the obsession with vice, a new Mr. Hyde in me. I wanted to put those impure girls of mine through everything. I was no longer the adult self master, the serene initiator, but the slave of a morbid and perverse desire. I would take turns, very imprudently, to get them down a few corridors, in a deserted locker room, behind a mountain of gym mats, in the school toilets, sucking their nipples, masturbating them... I rarely got to go any further. I was frustrated and I ended up going to the streets. It was Samira who was the first to pay for it and it was Silvia who, unwittingly, came to my aid, bringing a foam mattress to the gym, which I found decidedly providential.
"It was a shame to throw it away," she explained while I was helping her carry it.
This seemed to be a good opportunity to tidy the place up a bit. I decided that I would prepare a sort of trap for my evening visitor. I didn't forget the indispensable tube of Vaseline that I put in the medicine box, among other ointments. Who knows how many kisses and groping we would have exchanged before we got to the point! I could already see the little one lying on the mattress, with her ass naked and her pussy well lubricated. Just the thought of it made me shudder. The next evening, when she discreetly came knocking on the door, Samira was totally unaware of what was waiting for her in our gallant refuge. She found herself lying on the foam without even having had time to realize my intentions. After giving her a quick kiss, I twisted her belly and pulled her pants down to her knees.
"No! No! I have to go home!"
"Don't worry! It won't last longer than usual!
Let me just... You'll like it!"
I smeared my hand with Vaseline and shoved it up her ass to lubricate her anus. Her fingers went in effortlessly. It was a cakewalk! I wiped them on her white, white butt cheeks, which I stretched out to get a good shot. Then I stuck the rod in that little purple hole.
Samira tried to look, kept turning her head, and with my left hand I squeezed her on the ass...
soft mattress.
"What are you doing, Gianni? No, you're crazy!" Without answering, I leaned the turgid glans against the hole but it slipped sideways.
"Do not move like that! I can't get it in!"
"No! Ouch, it hurts!".
I immobilized her by clamping her waist with both hands. The stone-hard bird didn't need to be guided to find the right way this time.
"Come on, relax, or you'll hurt yourself!"
Taking advantage of a moment of decontraction I slipped the glans into the well lubricated anus.
"Ah, how it burns, Gianni! It hurts!"
Without letting go, I blocked myself to reassure her and calm her down.
"A little patience, dear. You're going to love it. I promise you. You just have to make a little effort!" I was the one who was good at giving such reassurance, I couldn't even stand a thermometer in the anus!
I watched my dick get stuck in that hole. It felt warm at the tip. Samira's moans were suffocating, but sharp. If I hadn't been afraid that someone outside could hear, I would have felt a diabolical pleasure at that moment.
"Be good, my big girl! You'll get used to it! You'll get used to it!" I stammered like an automaton because I was actually excited by the idea that it was burning so unbearable.
The thick tube of stiff flesh penetrated her. The most was done! I began to pump her gently
while she was trying to break free. But I mastered her mercilessly. I pressed the back of her head hard, I felt her suffocate in the foam, but now she didn't scream anymore. Within a few minutes she relaxed slightly and my grip gradually became a loving embrace. Samira's breasts were heavy in the palm of my hands. She started complaining again but by then my dick was firmly planted in her ass. I grabbed her buttocks and shook her all over. She shut up, suffering my law, my strength. The rod went up and down that cozy anus, I pulled it out of her, flooded her with moods and stuck it back in with even greater force.
"Pig! Bad boy! You're hurting me! I don't love you anymore!"
Was that a joke on you? That falsely childish little voice... The important thing, however, was that he let himself get fucked to the end and I could make a monumental cumshot!
When I felt that I was about to ejaculate and she took a violent fucking blowjob...
without complaining. I found myself enjoying myself in an incredible way! I filled her ass with all the strength I had, biting my lips not to scream.
Noisily panting, I stayed on her and kept stroking her back and hair. She was motionless. I sat on the floor and licked her anus as if to console her. The hole now looked like a pit of soft, wet flesh hatching at my pleasure. I stuck my tongue in it, feeling voluptuous.
Suddenly, in agitation, she got up, put on her suit and left without even saying goodbye to me. She had no reason to be angry: it had lasted exactly as long as she had...
and I was sure that, towards the end, she liked it too. She didn't speak to me for several days. I thought she was angry, but towards the end of the week she whispered something to me without looking me in the face.
"If you want, I can come in a few minutes."
I was overwhelmed by an enormous joy. We started again just like the first time. She still felt a little sick, but she confessed with some reluctance that the idea excited her. For the whole month of March she came to offer me twice a week.
For lack of time I didn't have the problem to last long before I enjoyed it. Each time I pumped her like crazy and came within minutes. And every time she would run away the same way... But she always came back.
