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Mariella, who had received a very liberal education, enjoyed considerable independence. Since she always came back on time and her school profits were good, in addition to the fact that her menstruation was regular, her mother allowed her to do more or less anything she wanted. So she explained to me concisely. She was a year younger than Sara and Rosina, being a year ahead in school. She spoke like an adult and I was eager to make the most of her maturity. On Wednesday afternoon she came to the sports association and was part of a volleyball team led by Silvia.
The latter was older than me and Barbara, but she was often mistaken for a student because of her very youthful expression. What's more, she was a petite woman. Her little nose up her nose and blue eyes, her impertinent ponytail and her jaunty behaviour deceived people.
But she, in fact, had pedagogical as well as administrative responsibilities. She was our coordinator and I valued her common sense in those early years of erotic fantasies I was living wildly.
Barbara, a year younger than me, was a little cuddled up in the group. A spontaneous and very nice girl that I now rebuked now kissed, depending on my mood. But she put up with me
because he had a good temper. She was a native of the alpine valleys and had been a very good skier. Muscular and yet endowed with remarkable breasts, she seemed very open to sexuality but she was in perfect love with a student who was graduating in law and with whom she had established a wonderful relationship.
The three of us formed a team, to say the least, a unique team, because since then I have never found such devoted and affectionate colleagues with whom I was able to establish such intimacy.
On the last Wednesday of the second quarter we decided to lighten the afternoon hours by offering our students the chance to do a volleyball tournament, so that they could relax after the long period of sports selections.
It was also a way to offer a group snack and award prizes: cups, medals or wooden spoons to the teams. The drinks were bought with money from the association and the students had baked the cakes.
On one of these afternoons, before starting to eat, Silvia had tried to attract the attention of the students by talking about the end-of-year holiday.
We had talked about a week of outdoor internship in the high mountains, largely funded by the school. It was a way of rewarding the students for their commitment during the year. The interested parties raised their arms so that we could make an initial calculation about possible participants. As Mariella hesitated, I grabbed her by the arm and forced her to lift it, and she laughed. Sara and Rosina did the same and I immediately heard a little devil chuckling in my ear.
The snack began and the tables full of sweets and drinks became immediately inaccessible.
The students took it upon themselves to feed us teachers. They didn't want to understand that we weren't able to eat all that stuff! If some of those sweets were tempting, we also had to swallow heavy and indigestible stuff that we had to pretend to appreciate, so as not to offend those who had prepared them.
I noticed that Samira wasn't there. Yet she had always been a very faithful presence of other Wednesdays, I was told, then, that she had to stay home to look after her younger brother.
"I hope her parents let her come to the mountain vacation..."
"We'll have to convince her father to give her permission! ».
I couldn't hide a grimace of opposition. Samira and Mariella with me for five days in the mountains and in the middle of the woods: it would have been good to write a comic strip, for adults, of course!
But, in the meantime, I had to find a solution to see Mariella again! I would have liked to take her home with me and that day I was looking for the right words when she prevented my wishes.
"Can you drive me downtown afterwards?"
"Of course", I replied pleasantly surprised.
"Why?"
"From five to six I go to the Conservatory. Going there by bus or on foot brings milk to my knees."
"To the Conservatory? I live nearby."
"Yes, I know. That's why I asked you."
That prospect began to torment me.
So, that rascal was going to install himself in my car again.
"Do you play any instruments? ».
"I play the piano."
Do you? I'd have seen you play the flute better."
"Very mischievous, dear professor!".
"And at six o'clock, how will you get back? Are your parents picking you up?".
"If my mother goes to run errands downtown, yes. Otherwise I'll walk back and when it rains by bus".
"I can even drive you back, you know?".
Oh, yeah?", he said in a joking tone,
"taking a little detour?"
I noticed he didn't say no.
I said I had to take Mariella to the Conservatory to escape the corvée to tidy up the gym. I found many volunteers who offered to do it for me.
As soon as we were away from the big building, whose damn windows were real observers, I decided to test the little one by placing my hand on her upper thigh. This time the soft fabric and the width of the pants allowed me to caress her more effectively than usual. I found the slit of the sex and pressed my fingers, palpating a precise point.
"Gianniii! If you think that after this it will be easy for me to take the stairs!".
"I'm crazy about you, Mariella! At the end of the day, whose fault is it?".
I took advantage of a red light to look her in the eye. She crawled into the seat and gave me a flirtatious smile that reassured me, It was clear that she liked my behavior, that she liked what I did to her. We agreed I'd be back to pick her up in an hour.
"I thought you were supposed to drive me home."
said Mariella with a malicious grimace, crossing my garçonniere's threshold.
I didn't answer her, but I took care to turn the key in the patch.
"Oooh! What a blast, your apartment!".
I knew she'd like my slasher.
The guys here felt comfortable. Low furniture, carpeting, movie posters on the walls, a simple but intimate ensemble.
"You're welcome to have a drink before I take you home! Coke?"
Without waiting for the answer, I hoisted her up on a stool in front of the bar. She found herself, like that, at a good height. Instead of serving her, I took her affectionately for life.
"Mariella, why do I like you so much?"
I rubbed her palms against her breasts, which were already hard and swollen. I crushed her lips and with my tongue I forced her to open her teeth. She let herself be kissed, then she pushed me away, divined herself and went to sit on the couch.
"You don't waste any time, you! You buy me a drink while you stick your tongue in my mouth."
I caught up with her on the foam couch, too excited to give her even a moment's rest.
"Silly girl, I'm too hungry for you!".
"Ah! It's the usual," she said in a lower voice, letting herself be grabbed a second time.
I freed her from the suit and then, biting on her neck, I slipped my fingers under her shirt. She smelled of talcum powder and her skin looked like a baby's. I caressed her and kissed her. The bra was unbuttoned without her resistance. Her breasts were sharp and warm. She was laughing and shivering at the same time.
I could tell she was excited. I became very sweet and very gentle so as not to frighten her. I could already imagine her intimate bush and her chubby little pussy.
She was startled by a meow. There was a cat on the balcony.
"Oooh! Is it yours?"
Without even turning my head, I whispered in her ear:
"No, he comes from time to time and I feed him sometimes!"
"I like cats ...".
"But yes, but yes, my little one, me too!"
"I have a cat at home, his name is Minou!"
Without caring, I continued to pamper her.
"She loves me very much. She always comes to play with me!"
"Mmmm! I'm a big cat too," I replied to her to bring her back to the subject.
"He's cute, he licks me all over."
Between kisses, she kept telling me about the cat. Since she let me do it, I didn't think she'd let me...
I found it disturbing, even exciting.
"But I think it's also vicious, because it always licks me where it shouldn't!"
This time I suddenly stopped and looked her in the eye,
«E... you let him?"
"A little."
"And you like it?"
"Well, yes...",
I felt my dick stiff all of a sudden.
Mariella giggled with a giggle:
"That's normal, isn't it? Cats are made for cats!"
"You're such a pig! And me taking so many precautions with a vicious girl like you!"
I put my hands under her pants...
"I like cats too, imagine that, and I feel I'm going to like yours very much."
It was very hairy down there and the dripping slit opened up like a ripe fruit. As soon as you felt my fingers rummaging through her intimate flesh, Mariella changed her expression, stopped laughing and stared me in the eyes with a serious and upset look.
"Don't touch me, so... »
"Stand up straight! Get on your knees."
That position allowed me to caress her well. I stood next to her so I could put my other hand on her from behind. I grabbed her soft, round buttocks. A female smell enveloped me. Mariella was a little monster!
I stuck my fingers deeper, making them slowly penetrate the wet mucous membranes. And, even slowly, I began to grope and titillate her; she bowed slightly with a sigh. Ours
lips were now touching. I liked to feel her youthful excitement in my mouth. Now he would repeat my name and his eyes were clouded with pleasure.
My fingers touched each other through the most secret membrane, the one separating the rectum from the vagina.
Now Mariella was rorid and all open.
I turned her upside down and took off her pants. She spread her legs, disarticulated like a rag doll.
I put my head in her black fleece and, when I brushed her slit with my tongue, she screamed. God, how good her little smelly shell was! Her spicy juice flooded my mouth, stinging my nostrils! I licked her nymphs, stretching them, stretching them, smoothing them at will! I felt the vagina fluttering, and my tongue, soon afterwards, penetrated.
I explored the inside walls. The flesh was softer there. They had a slightly sour taste.
It wasn't a big cat licking her, but a faun devouring her cat.
the spoiled bitch!
When I cleaned her thoroughly from the front, I turned her on her belly and began to pull the orifice of her ass soaked in acrid sweat. I took a bite out of it and then I stuck it in her tongue. At first contracted, the sphincter stretched progressively allowing me to suck it carefully, my face stuck deeply between her soft and tender buttocks.
I would go on like this for hours!
The cock, hard as marble, tormented me horribly. I got up and, getting on the couch in turn, I offered the babe my powerful and pulsating bottle.
Mariella welcomed me into her velvety mouth. She settled down so she could play better with my dick. She licked it, she scaped it, went around it with her nimble tongue, sucked it in the places where the veins were unwound and drew dark volutes under the tight skin, sucked it between the tongue and the palate like a candy.
With her eyes closed, Mariella swallowed the whole bird all the way down her throat, then began to aspirate it regularly.
With a deaf and restrained hook, she now sucked my cock with brutal force. I realized that this was something new for her, something that gave her enormous pleasure, a pleasure that grew by the second.
She went up and down effortlessly from the glans to the root, swallowing that fleshy stick that would suffocate women far more mature than her!
"Mariella! Mariella! Where in God's name did you learn to give blowjobs so well!"
I didn't expect an answer from her, but instead, in between blowjobs, she gave them to me,
bold and concise.
"Watching porn."
I told myself that her parents' VCR was probably being used for secret purposes and this idea only increased my excitement.
Mariella would move her bum and rub it against the fabric of the couch.
"Wait, I want to get under you."
Mariella made me lie down on the couch then bent over my body, naked as a worm and started pumping me again with ardor. Her pelvis swayed above my face as I bit into her flesh flower dripping with desire.
I devoured her again from the crevice to the clitoris.
After licking her in a rather messy way I straightened up, concentrating on the clitoris which was big, red and sharp as a chili pepper and lapping it with expert movements of the tongue.
The little one screamed. She stiffened herself and let go of the bird to move her buttocks over my mouth. I grabbed my dick hard and shook it vigorously. I felt it rise from the bottom of my belly
an overwhelming wave at the sight of that wide-open pussy, so tasty and exciting. She took my sperm right in my face without blinking an eye. And when I ejaculated and calmed down, she gently wiped me clean.
So she turned and lay on top of me, but in the right way this time. I kissed her lovingly. Her breath and her pretty, shiny lips tasted like dick and cum.
The latter was older than me and Barbara, but she was often mistaken for a student because of her very youthful expression. What's more, she was a petite woman. Her little nose up her nose and blue eyes, her impertinent ponytail and her jaunty behaviour deceived people.
But she, in fact, had pedagogical as well as administrative responsibilities. She was our coordinator and I valued her common sense in those early years of erotic fantasies I was living wildly.
Barbara, a year younger than me, was a little cuddled up in the group. A spontaneous and very nice girl that I now rebuked now kissed, depending on my mood. But she put up with me
because he had a good temper. She was a native of the alpine valleys and had been a very good skier. Muscular and yet endowed with remarkable breasts, she seemed very open to sexuality but she was in perfect love with a student who was graduating in law and with whom she had established a wonderful relationship.
The three of us formed a team, to say the least, a unique team, because since then I have never found such devoted and affectionate colleagues with whom I was able to establish such intimacy.
On the last Wednesday of the second quarter we decided to lighten the afternoon hours by offering our students the chance to do a volleyball tournament, so that they could relax after the long period of sports selections.
It was also a way to offer a group snack and award prizes: cups, medals or wooden spoons to the teams. The drinks were bought with money from the association and the students had baked the cakes.
On one of these afternoons, before starting to eat, Silvia had tried to attract the attention of the students by talking about the end-of-year holiday.
We had talked about a week of outdoor internship in the high mountains, largely funded by the school. It was a way of rewarding the students for their commitment during the year. The interested parties raised their arms so that we could make an initial calculation about possible participants. As Mariella hesitated, I grabbed her by the arm and forced her to lift it, and she laughed. Sara and Rosina did the same and I immediately heard a little devil chuckling in my ear.
The snack began and the tables full of sweets and drinks became immediately inaccessible.
The students took it upon themselves to feed us teachers. They didn't want to understand that we weren't able to eat all that stuff! If some of those sweets were tempting, we also had to swallow heavy and indigestible stuff that we had to pretend to appreciate, so as not to offend those who had prepared them.
I noticed that Samira wasn't there. Yet she had always been a very faithful presence of other Wednesdays, I was told, then, that she had to stay home to look after her younger brother.
"I hope her parents let her come to the mountain vacation..."
"We'll have to convince her father to give her permission! ».
I couldn't hide a grimace of opposition. Samira and Mariella with me for five days in the mountains and in the middle of the woods: it would have been good to write a comic strip, for adults, of course!
But, in the meantime, I had to find a solution to see Mariella again! I would have liked to take her home with me and that day I was looking for the right words when she prevented my wishes.
"Can you drive me downtown afterwards?"
"Of course", I replied pleasantly surprised.
"Why?"
"From five to six I go to the Conservatory. Going there by bus or on foot brings milk to my knees."
"To the Conservatory? I live nearby."
"Yes, I know. That's why I asked you."
That prospect began to torment me.
So, that rascal was going to install himself in my car again.
"Do you play any instruments? ».
"I play the piano."
Do you? I'd have seen you play the flute better."
"Very mischievous, dear professor!".
"And at six o'clock, how will you get back? Are your parents picking you up?".
"If my mother goes to run errands downtown, yes. Otherwise I'll walk back and when it rains by bus".
"I can even drive you back, you know?".
Oh, yeah?", he said in a joking tone,
"taking a little detour?"
I noticed he didn't say no.
I said I had to take Mariella to the Conservatory to escape the corvée to tidy up the gym. I found many volunteers who offered to do it for me.
As soon as we were away from the big building, whose damn windows were real observers, I decided to test the little one by placing my hand on her upper thigh. This time the soft fabric and the width of the pants allowed me to caress her more effectively than usual. I found the slit of the sex and pressed my fingers, palpating a precise point.
"Gianniii! If you think that after this it will be easy for me to take the stairs!".
"I'm crazy about you, Mariella! At the end of the day, whose fault is it?".
I took advantage of a red light to look her in the eye. She crawled into the seat and gave me a flirtatious smile that reassured me, It was clear that she liked my behavior, that she liked what I did to her. We agreed I'd be back to pick her up in an hour.
"I thought you were supposed to drive me home."
said Mariella with a malicious grimace, crossing my garçonniere's threshold.
I didn't answer her, but I took care to turn the key in the patch.
"Oooh! What a blast, your apartment!".
I knew she'd like my slasher.
The guys here felt comfortable. Low furniture, carpeting, movie posters on the walls, a simple but intimate ensemble.
"You're welcome to have a drink before I take you home! Coke?"
Without waiting for the answer, I hoisted her up on a stool in front of the bar. She found herself, like that, at a good height. Instead of serving her, I took her affectionately for life.
"Mariella, why do I like you so much?"
I rubbed her palms against her breasts, which were already hard and swollen. I crushed her lips and with my tongue I forced her to open her teeth. She let herself be kissed, then she pushed me away, divined herself and went to sit on the couch.
"You don't waste any time, you! You buy me a drink while you stick your tongue in my mouth."
I caught up with her on the foam couch, too excited to give her even a moment's rest.
"Silly girl, I'm too hungry for you!".
"Ah! It's the usual," she said in a lower voice, letting herself be grabbed a second time.
I freed her from the suit and then, biting on her neck, I slipped my fingers under her shirt. She smelled of talcum powder and her skin looked like a baby's. I caressed her and kissed her. The bra was unbuttoned without her resistance. Her breasts were sharp and warm. She was laughing and shivering at the same time.
I could tell she was excited. I became very sweet and very gentle so as not to frighten her. I could already imagine her intimate bush and her chubby little pussy.
She was startled by a meow. There was a cat on the balcony.
"Oooh! Is it yours?"
Without even turning my head, I whispered in her ear:
"No, he comes from time to time and I feed him sometimes!"
"I like cats ...".
"But yes, but yes, my little one, me too!"
"I have a cat at home, his name is Minou!"
Without caring, I continued to pamper her.
"She loves me very much. She always comes to play with me!"
"Mmmm! I'm a big cat too," I replied to her to bring her back to the subject.
"He's cute, he licks me all over."
Between kisses, she kept telling me about the cat. Since she let me do it, I didn't think she'd let me...
I found it disturbing, even exciting.
"But I think it's also vicious, because it always licks me where it shouldn't!"
This time I suddenly stopped and looked her in the eye,
«E... you let him?"
"A little."
"And you like it?"
"Well, yes...",
I felt my dick stiff all of a sudden.
Mariella giggled with a giggle:
"That's normal, isn't it? Cats are made for cats!"
"You're such a pig! And me taking so many precautions with a vicious girl like you!"
I put my hands under her pants...
"I like cats too, imagine that, and I feel I'm going to like yours very much."
It was very hairy down there and the dripping slit opened up like a ripe fruit. As soon as you felt my fingers rummaging through her intimate flesh, Mariella changed her expression, stopped laughing and stared me in the eyes with a serious and upset look.
"Don't touch me, so... »
"Stand up straight! Get on your knees."
That position allowed me to caress her well. I stood next to her so I could put my other hand on her from behind. I grabbed her soft, round buttocks. A female smell enveloped me. Mariella was a little monster!
I stuck my fingers deeper, making them slowly penetrate the wet mucous membranes. And, even slowly, I began to grope and titillate her; she bowed slightly with a sigh. Ours
lips were now touching. I liked to feel her youthful excitement in my mouth. Now he would repeat my name and his eyes were clouded with pleasure.
My fingers touched each other through the most secret membrane, the one separating the rectum from the vagina.
Now Mariella was rorid and all open.
I turned her upside down and took off her pants. She spread her legs, disarticulated like a rag doll.
I put my head in her black fleece and, when I brushed her slit with my tongue, she screamed. God, how good her little smelly shell was! Her spicy juice flooded my mouth, stinging my nostrils! I licked her nymphs, stretching them, stretching them, smoothing them at will! I felt the vagina fluttering, and my tongue, soon afterwards, penetrated.
I explored the inside walls. The flesh was softer there. They had a slightly sour taste.
It wasn't a big cat licking her, but a faun devouring her cat.
the spoiled bitch!
When I cleaned her thoroughly from the front, I turned her on her belly and began to pull the orifice of her ass soaked in acrid sweat. I took a bite out of it and then I stuck it in her tongue. At first contracted, the sphincter stretched progressively allowing me to suck it carefully, my face stuck deeply between her soft and tender buttocks.
I would go on like this for hours!
The cock, hard as marble, tormented me horribly. I got up and, getting on the couch in turn, I offered the babe my powerful and pulsating bottle.
Mariella welcomed me into her velvety mouth. She settled down so she could play better with my dick. She licked it, she scaped it, went around it with her nimble tongue, sucked it in the places where the veins were unwound and drew dark volutes under the tight skin, sucked it between the tongue and the palate like a candy.
With her eyes closed, Mariella swallowed the whole bird all the way down her throat, then began to aspirate it regularly.
With a deaf and restrained hook, she now sucked my cock with brutal force. I realized that this was something new for her, something that gave her enormous pleasure, a pleasure that grew by the second.
She went up and down effortlessly from the glans to the root, swallowing that fleshy stick that would suffocate women far more mature than her!
"Mariella! Mariella! Where in God's name did you learn to give blowjobs so well!"
I didn't expect an answer from her, but instead, in between blowjobs, she gave them to me,
bold and concise.
"Watching porn."
I told myself that her parents' VCR was probably being used for secret purposes and this idea only increased my excitement.
Mariella would move her bum and rub it against the fabric of the couch.
"Wait, I want to get under you."
Mariella made me lie down on the couch then bent over my body, naked as a worm and started pumping me again with ardor. Her pelvis swayed above my face as I bit into her flesh flower dripping with desire.
I devoured her again from the crevice to the clitoris.
After licking her in a rather messy way I straightened up, concentrating on the clitoris which was big, red and sharp as a chili pepper and lapping it with expert movements of the tongue.
The little one screamed. She stiffened herself and let go of the bird to move her buttocks over my mouth. I grabbed my dick hard and shook it vigorously. I felt it rise from the bottom of my belly
an overwhelming wave at the sight of that wide-open pussy, so tasty and exciting. She took my sperm right in my face without blinking an eye. And when I ejaculated and calmed down, she gently wiped me clean.
So she turned and lay on top of me, but in the right way this time. I kissed her lovingly. Her breath and her pretty, shiny lips tasted like dick and cum.
