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Having been invited several times for the winter holidays by a colleague, a gym teacher, from that region, I already knew the locations where we were going to spend the holiday. It was he, in fact, who had given me some addresses of hotel facilities specialized in receiving student groups. A nice chalet, on the shores of a beautiful lake.
The owner, who seemed to me a very nice person by phone, had listed an impressive number of possible activities that could be done all together at a flat rate: windsurfing, canoeing, canoeing, tennis, minigolf, archery, horse riding ...
We were spoilt for choice, but we concentrated on what we felt was essential for suburban sexting: discovering the mountains.
The hostel overlooked the lake that dominated for a few dozen meters and stood in the middle of green and steep pastures, an ideal place for the holiday we had planned and the little danger of the environment would allow the boys to enjoy a certain freedom.
While my students settled in the new environment and went to study a little bit the surroundings, waiting for dinner, we had started to prepare the programs for the week.
At my request I was assigned Mariella and Samira, as well as Gioele and Giovanni, two intrepid little boys who still sucked their thumbs and cried when they got hurt. At school they all softened: from the headmaster to the older students and even the teachers of the upper classes, known for their severity. Though gifted in sport, Gioele was a remarkable centre-forward, a fearsome gunner, and Giovanni an outstanding goalkeeper with remarkable muscles, they still had lots of bamboo faces, delicate features and a slightly ambiguous sweetness. While most of the older girls let themselves be conquered by their charm and succumbed to all their whims, Mariella was the only one who tamed them.
She took a malicious pleasure in beating them after throwing them to the ground. It was something I had already noticed several times: at the slightest spite they did to her, she would chase one of them, throw him to the ground and punish him mercilessly. Strangely enough, the two boys accepted the law of that older girl without complaining. Mariella's sporting qualities, the uncontested female leader, were not foreign to this, but, in my opinion, there was a perverse dimension to their "victim-carnefice" relationship. So much so that the two found themselves included in the group of that determined little male, as if they were looking for further punishment. That they took pleasure in being beaten by a girl? Perhaps, in time, we would have had a precise answer.
Meanwhile, for my part, I felt a sort of ambiguous satisfaction in following that strange relationship of theirs.
Some of the "older" boys had deigned to attend the internships. The third grade students usually had a difficult time, during which they tended to denigrate everything that had to do with school. They were the only ones who talked about nightclubs from the moment they arrived at the hotel. We who tried to offer them something new judged their request inappropriate and gave a very evasive answer.
After the departure from Rosina and Sara had gotten a bit secluded, they were discreetly flirting with two older comrades but, at the same time, seemed bored in their company.
They too were going through a bad period and owed their success only to their physical appearance, because the boys, in my opinion, were wasting their time with those spoiled little virgins and didn't have the temperament to change this state of affairs.
The two always had something secret to tell each other, and these confessions were irritating unless the rumors that ran about Sara were the pure truth. No, there's no smoke without fire, and to tell the truth, the black and the half-caste would have been a nice morsel! There goes my erotic fantasies out of reality again!
The first night was quite agitated, as often happens in these kinds of situations. Afterwards the boys, exhausted, generally collapsed after dinner.
But, that first night, we had to do the carabinieri in the corridors, between the two dormitories and the access to the showers. The noise coming from the dorms woke me up several times and put me in a bad mood. Mariella and Samira were going crazy in their panties and babydoll, and that certainly didn't help me sleep!
Around three o'clock in the morning, the silence seemed to fall definitively. I managed to fall asleep for a few minutes, but alas, I was gripped by the desire for my two chicks. Not to mention that the masturbation hadn't had the calming effect on me of the beautiful fucks I had become accustomed to with women. I dreamt of Samira's ass, the only hole I could really dump myself in. Turning and turning, looking for a sleep that was late to come, I told myself that I absolutely had to get that little bitch, to smash her pussy, otherwise I would have gone crazy!
At this point the desire to fuck got me out of bed. Without turning on the light, I walked towards the toilets, but whispers and the smell of smoke led me to turn towards the showers. With sweaty steps, I walked towards the bathroom and saw two figures standing strangely close to each other.
In spite of the darkness I spotted, without too much effort, Rosina and Sara smoking and looking out of the window at the starry night, you'll see that they won't let up for a moment I sighed Sara. Were you talking about the teachers or their boys?
I ignored him.
"Ooh, tomorrow all day on a bike, What a jail!", whispered Rosina.
"Don't worry, I'll rub your ass!"
"Porcona!"
Then they went quiet. Rosina leaned with her elbows on the window sill and Sara stroked her back. Fearing that they would go back to bed, I beat in retreat, but determined to keep an eye on the two chicks so that I could spy on them in their privacy. I didn't know how I could do it, but I wanted to be in the front row every time I saw them alone.
My manly intuition drove me to follow the whole thing closely.
The early morning didn't pose any serious problems and, at eight o'clock, after breakfast, they were ready to set us on our way. Silvia was the first to leave, followed by nine bicycles that proceeded rather hesitantly. Barbara and I had an appointment at the shelter for thirteen.
It was a small walk to allow the group to do a first training; it was on an altitude difference of seven hundred meters and at the top you could enjoy a beautiful panoramic view of the whole valley. We split up immediately after the departure.
Barbara took the most direct route to the south, and I headed west, to reach as soon as possible the first row of mountain crests, with the intention of flanking it to the point where we could admire the village from above. The weather was clear. I wanted to look at the landscape with binoculars, so I first had to climb to the steepest point. Mariella joined me so as not to abandon me anymore. Behind me the rest of the group was zigzagging a few dozen metres away, Samira was among the last ones, I often turned to wait for them and my gaze inevitably rested on Mariella's beautiful eyes, ecstatic and proud to be stuck to me all the time.
"My child! How I'd like to be alone with you!",
Instead of answering me, she smiled at me and stayed with me to wait for the others.
In the evening, the atmosphere was excellent. The boys told each other what they had done on that first day.
After dinner the boys split between television and card games. Mariella and Samira went to pet the donkey that was burning the grass in the lawn outside the hotel. The older boys asked permission to go for a ride in the village. To my amazement they were not followed by Rosina and Sara, who remained quietly in a corner listening to music on headphones.
For my part I went to train against a wall in the building near the hotel. It was an isolated and currently unused barn.
The darkness was falling quickly and I was getting ready to go back in when I saw Rosina and Sara approaching. I immediately withdrew, in the midst of a lively curiosity. I had guessed, from the night before, that these two wanted to isolate themselves and I was overwhelmed by a state of feverish excitement. The opportunity to feast my eyes on those two was too tempting! I quickly went round the barn and slipped into it on the upper floor where the hay was piled up.
I hid them in a corner at the end of the loft. The battered seat would allow me to spy through the bumpy spots on what was going on below. I waited, my breath was spent.
As I predicted, the two gazelles in search of solitary confinement soon made their entrance. The two silhouettes stood out in the darkness against the light. I could hear them more than see.
What a stench!" said Rosina, speaking loudly.
You'll soon get used to it," Sara replied, pulling her by the hand.
"Oh, you make me walk in shit!"
"But it's not shit, it's manure!"
"Sara no, not here!"
"Say, you won't back down now!. »
"Are you sure no one saw us leave?
"Nobody, nobody. They were all busy. Besides, we'll have the right to take a walk, won't we?. Come, this way, it's cleaner here."
A silence interspersed with sighs made me realize the two girls were kissing. I bent down to get a better look. Sara had taken Rosina for life and was putting a tongue in her mouth.
"Sara, I heard a noise."
"Oh, you're such a wimp! Come, let's go up and see. We might as well lie down..
I heard the steps squeak and I retracted, hiding in the darkness. The pile of hay I could see in front of me would surely serve as an erotic bed. That's great! It was going to be a beautiful sight! The percolation through which I had climbed diffused enough greyish light to illuminate the scene that I had already tasted.
Sara was the first to climb.
"It's nice here! Come up here, quick! Oh, be careful! The bite is rotten!"
Rosina, more shy, made her appearance. Sara grabbed her at once and dragged her to the pile of hay on which they both fell laughing. Sara wasted no time and ventured upon her friend, with an unexpected voracity on the part of a beauty as refined as she. He hurriedly pulled down her pants and placed his chin on the dark pubis of the black girl who was protesting softly.
Taking advantage of the fact that I was behind them, I came even closer, I advanced three feet into the darkness, on all fours. Sara was licking Rosina's curly hair.
"Oh, Rosina, Rosina, you drive me crazy! How I love your pussy!"
The other one, lying on her back, let herself be passively naked. Her muscular, well-built body stood out on the pale hay. I could even catch a glimpse of the whites of her eyes and, from time to time, the twinkle of her teeth, when she emitted a suffocated cry, widening her thighs a little more.
Sara took off her panties and settled down in front of the sex she started licking from bottom to top and sucking. Rosina bowed down to offer herself better, then she bent her knees modestly, bringing them closer to her breast. She bit her lips and opened her eyes wide, sighing noisily and trembling from head to toe.
"Saraaaa! Oooh! How beautiful! I love it when you do that! And how well you do it, you slut! Do not stop...! »
The snap of the licker's lips and tongue filled the barn. From time to time, the girl would grunt in her rant of devouring her friend. I imagined Rosina's smell thinking that licking her cat must have been a delirious thing. I felt the urge to intervene. I felt like I was going crazy...
"Turn around," ordered the voracious one.
Surely the two of them had already played around together, because Rosina immediately obeyed...
and took the most exciting position imaginable: he lifted his ass to the roof and bowed down to the max, opening up generously. Its dark, perfect roundness gleamed in the half-light. I saw Sara's pale face squashing against her black pussy, rubbing it with the tip of her nose and chin, then creeping higher up and then sneaking up between her buttocks, devouring that little hole.
Rosina made a verse that looked like a pipe of doves, she waved lifting her head, uttering words interspersed with rapid anxieties.
"Sara... I feel so good when you do that to me. I feel so vicious... Oh, you make me dirty... vicious... why... why did I meet you? Why don't guys have any effect on me when they touch me? It's so nice with you."
I saw his big-lipped mouth biting the air and his head freaking out... I imagined my big dart filling her mouth while the other one licked her pussy... I could feel her lips sucking me down to the base, lascivious, insatiable! Oh, what a martyrdom I suffered! But if I'd made the slightest gesture, if I'd said the slightest word, I'd have terrified them...
Sara had her tongue up her buttocks and continued her journey on her kidneys and back. And while he was licking her all over the place he was biting her neck, on the back of her neck, on her shoulders, her hand was poking from her open pussy to her anus, in which she was vigorously twisting a finger.
He slipped under her bronze body to go drink at the spring. Rosina put himself on top of her and, in turn, rode her and set himself astride her. On contact with the soft flesh her appetite seemed to increase and now she was sucking and licking the warm mucous membranes of the white girl. Sara's vulva gleamed, her moods must have been more fatty than acidic.
Hmmm!, what a king's titbit, those tender meats, under the black velvet of her pubis. How those two sluts were having a good time. Rosina held the other one's white thighs up in the air and had stuck her tongue in the slit with the violence of a zagaglia! The image of a beautiful cannibal came to my mind and the spectacle of that big mouth that voraciously swallowed the corolla of the rosy mucous membranes began to torment me.
They rolled on the hay, always tied to each other. Rosina stood over her friend, allowing me to admire Sara's slender silhouette. She really had a dream body. If her buttocks were less pronounced than the sexting black girl's provocative buttocks, her breasts were heavier and pointed shamelessly upwards every time she lifted herself. Overwhelmed by Rosina's voracity and certainly more excited and less fearful than the other, she began to wriggle around, moaning. She stood up and rubbed her beautiful ass on her friend's face. Her eyes closed, her lips ajar, she was shaken for a long time by a violent tremor and small spasms. She groped Rosina's breasts, which she leaned on while the latter continued to burn and drink her. Suddenly Sara stood upright again.
"Oooh, Rosina... That was amazing! You've never given me so much pleasure before!".
"Yes, I know... But you've never pissed in my mouth, ugly slut!" the girl replied, wiping her lips.
"Oh, forgive me! But it was such a strong feeling that I couldn't resist!"
"Well, it's not serious, you know! I even like your pee!"
Rosina lay on her back and spread her thighs.
"Try it on me... I wish I could enjoy it like you. I can't. Try one more time..."
"It's your fault! You control yourself! I can feel it very well. As if I'm always afraid of something. "Instead you have to forget everything, let yourself go, you're too much of a burden...".
Look, look. I made that remark I made to Rosina during gym class. Her inner tension embarrassed her, braking her, both when she did the exercises and when she danced with Silvia. Actually, she couldn't reach a total state of relaxation.
"I'd rather you came on top of me. I like to see you from below!"
Rosina got up and squatted down like on the toilet bowl. Sara crawled on her back like a reptile and started licking her pussy, suspended above her lips.
"Get down a little lower. Come and sit on my mouth."
The other one spread her feet wide and her black ass covered Sara's pretty white face. Taking the necessary rhythm, she began to swing slowly from top to bottom. Sara, with the palm of her hands crushed on her friend's buttocks, helped her to get up and down, while moving her chin to lick her vulva and suck her clitoris. At regular intervals he would interrupt, to stick his fingers now in her vagina, now in her asshole.
"Relax, sweetie, forget about it! "Just think of my mouth eating your pussy! Think that's what your pussy is made for! And think I enjoy doing this. He thinks we're two pigs...
Rosina started moaning while Sara now alternated deep kisses with dirty words she whispered.
"Yes. I can feel it in my mouth. Go on, get all wet. I want you to give me everything. You're my darling little pig. I'm the one who taught you everything! Just relax! Give me everything! Give it to me!"
Her tongue and fingers flickered frantically in the most sensitive parts of each other's intimacy. Although her mouth was full of all those flesh, Sara could still say her vicious prayers.
"Rosina, piss on me. Piss on me. On not being ashamed! I think I'll like it! I've been wanting to ask you for so long, but I didn't dare. Come on, now, please, piss in my mouth! It'll be good for you! Come on, I'll suck you! Honey, piss, come on!".
Rosina threw a high-pitched cry and shook her head violently, waving her hair combed in "rasta" style braids. I noticed at that moment some shiny drops that wet Sara's face.
She had remained screwed to the other one's pussy and was drinking its urine.
Rosina turned to her side, screaming. Sara imitated her and pushed her fingers into her vagina to masturbate her more forcefully. The jets of urine kept spurting out non-stop. Sara, who was holding her hand inside the chicken, seemed to want to pump the golden liquid. Then they both froze for a few seconds. The shame took hold of them after that carnal delirium. Rosina held her hand over the sex, as sometimes one takes one's hand to one's mouth after saying something dirty, Sara, kneeling beside her, dried her fingers and cheeks with a Kleenex.
"Won't they be looking for us?" Rosina asked in a languid voice.
"Yes, we'd better go inside now."
Now they both spoke in a different tone of voice, as if they regretted what had happened.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was good," replied Rosina with embarrassment.
"But it was also a bit dirty!".
Sara remained silent.
"It will be better not to return together!"
He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the jeans that were on the hay.
"Well, you go back in first."
"It's getting dark. Won't you be afraid to come back alone?"
Sara shrugged her shoulders, exhaling the smoke.
Rosina put on her jogging suit with impatient movements. Before leaving, she leaned over her friend, who was sitting cross-legged on the hay pile.
"Do you always love me?"
"Stupid, do you think I could drink your piss if I didn't love you?"
Rosina's shadow vanished into the darkness. From below she called her friend back.
"Will you come to the showers tonight?"
"Yes, don't be afraid. Watch your step."
"Well! I'm walking in shit!", exclaimed Rosina as she came out of the barn.
I waited a few seconds before showing up. I didn't want Rosina to hear the scream that Sara was going to throw when she saw a man come out of the darkness. She kept smoking. Surely she wanted to finish the cigarette before she left.
She was staring into the stone wall at the grey frame formed by the opening. In the darkness, the whiteness of her naked body stood out clearly. My God, how beautiful she was! And how she would have been frightened! I tried to take on the sweetest tone of voice possible.
"Sara! It's Gianni, don't be afraid, please!"
Shouting a scream, she rolled in the hay, in terror.
"It's Gianni! I am Gianni! Do not scream!"
She was silent, but remained as if paralyzed. I couldn't see her well and surely she couldn't see me either.
"I'm alone! I was here when you arrived and I stayed to look at you in the darkness."
She burst into sobbing, terrified at the thought of being seen. I approached her silently. She was all curled up, her face hidden in her arms. She seemed inconsolable. Her shoulders were shaken by sobbing. I put my hand in her hair and stroked her gently.
"You pig! Pig! Pig!" she said in a cracked voice.
"My kitten! I was as excited as you! I wanted to look at you too much. You're beautiful and I adore you!",
"I'm a dirty whore and I just want to die!"
I felt embarrassed, I didn't want to go into long explanations, I just wanted to put her at ease, reassure her and enjoy her pretty little body! I kept stroking her and she just let herself be. I spoke to her in a low voice and her cry turned into sighs.
"Won't you say anything?"
I assured her that her behavior with Rosina would remain a secret between us.
"My God! If my parents found out, they'd kill me, I'd whisper, burst into tears. I held her tightly to me.
"Your parents will never know, my angel! "Only I know your secret. You must trust me. I like you so much, little Sara, every time you come to kiss me on the cheek I have a mad desire to hold you tight to me, you know that?"
I lifted her chin to look better at her face. Up close I could make out her delicate features. She raised her head and stared at me with a sulky expression. I tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she turned her face away.
"I smell of piss, you know?"
I'd smelled that acrid smell ever since I got close to her.
"It doesn't bother me," I replied softly, "Your smell and Rosina's smell don't bother me. Perhaps I love you too."
I spilled it on the hay and lay down on her naked body. Her lips were salty. I licked her cheeks. She was so pretty that the disgust she had to feel for what she had done just now could not show in her face. She let herself be, as if stunned. I realized she was in a state of shock. It was obvious that the excitement she had been prey to with her friend would not manifest itself immediately with me. She needed to feel reassured first, to become familiar with the idea of sharing her carnal intimacies with me. I didn't want to spoil that flower with poisonous instincts, but equally fragile! I tasted her equally salty tongue, savouring my first smelling kiss of urine.
I walked down to her turgid nipples. They were so hard. How diabolical was the age of those sexting girls with the attractions that mature women seek. I appreciated the softness of her breasts.
After I kissed her face streaked with traces of urine, her tits seemed to me...
sweet as honey. In my sexual voracity I dragged myself like a snail to the inside of my thighs.
Her soft pussy moved me: she seemed made of soft feathers. I found the acrid smell of pee on the purple flesh of her vulva. Passively she welcomed my greedy tongue and offered me the orifice of her vagina, I laid it on her belly. That's the way I wanted it! With her sublime ass facing my mouth!
My member was rubbing herself against the putrid wood of the loft while I was sticking my tongue in the anus still wet from Rosina's saliva. It was soft. That little piggy had worked it out just fine! I set to work in my turn, moving my tongue as if it had been a piston. She sighed and her little fists clawed the dried hay. I couldn't ask for anything more...
I should have jerked off once more...
I was definitely sick of always ending up like this! But there was no other way with those fucking virgins! Rubbing my dick against her asshole and pussy, I cum on her, flooding her naked body. She heard the scream of the male in the throat at the moment of ejaculation and also felt the mistletous splashes on her ass and back.
"Turn around, Sara, and look at my dick!"
She stood motionless for a few seconds in front of my swollen, white, semen-stained member.
"Touch it, feel it, you gotta get to know it ! »
He grazed my penis with light fingers.
"See, it's warm, it's soft, it's made for you! Taste it!"
I felt his lips and the warmth of his mouth.
"Clean it!"
She obeyed. She did it softly and that seemed like a promising start...
The owner, who seemed to me a very nice person by phone, had listed an impressive number of possible activities that could be done all together at a flat rate: windsurfing, canoeing, canoeing, tennis, minigolf, archery, horse riding ...
We were spoilt for choice, but we concentrated on what we felt was essential for suburban sexting: discovering the mountains.
The hostel overlooked the lake that dominated for a few dozen meters and stood in the middle of green and steep pastures, an ideal place for the holiday we had planned and the little danger of the environment would allow the boys to enjoy a certain freedom.
While my students settled in the new environment and went to study a little bit the surroundings, waiting for dinner, we had started to prepare the programs for the week.
At my request I was assigned Mariella and Samira, as well as Gioele and Giovanni, two intrepid little boys who still sucked their thumbs and cried when they got hurt. At school they all softened: from the headmaster to the older students and even the teachers of the upper classes, known for their severity. Though gifted in sport, Gioele was a remarkable centre-forward, a fearsome gunner, and Giovanni an outstanding goalkeeper with remarkable muscles, they still had lots of bamboo faces, delicate features and a slightly ambiguous sweetness. While most of the older girls let themselves be conquered by their charm and succumbed to all their whims, Mariella was the only one who tamed them.
She took a malicious pleasure in beating them after throwing them to the ground. It was something I had already noticed several times: at the slightest spite they did to her, she would chase one of them, throw him to the ground and punish him mercilessly. Strangely enough, the two boys accepted the law of that older girl without complaining. Mariella's sporting qualities, the uncontested female leader, were not foreign to this, but, in my opinion, there was a perverse dimension to their "victim-carnefice" relationship. So much so that the two found themselves included in the group of that determined little male, as if they were looking for further punishment. That they took pleasure in being beaten by a girl? Perhaps, in time, we would have had a precise answer.
Meanwhile, for my part, I felt a sort of ambiguous satisfaction in following that strange relationship of theirs.
Some of the "older" boys had deigned to attend the internships. The third grade students usually had a difficult time, during which they tended to denigrate everything that had to do with school. They were the only ones who talked about nightclubs from the moment they arrived at the hotel. We who tried to offer them something new judged their request inappropriate and gave a very evasive answer.
After the departure from Rosina and Sara had gotten a bit secluded, they were discreetly flirting with two older comrades but, at the same time, seemed bored in their company.
They too were going through a bad period and owed their success only to their physical appearance, because the boys, in my opinion, were wasting their time with those spoiled little virgins and didn't have the temperament to change this state of affairs.
The two always had something secret to tell each other, and these confessions were irritating unless the rumors that ran about Sara were the pure truth. No, there's no smoke without fire, and to tell the truth, the black and the half-caste would have been a nice morsel! There goes my erotic fantasies out of reality again!
The first night was quite agitated, as often happens in these kinds of situations. Afterwards the boys, exhausted, generally collapsed after dinner.
But, that first night, we had to do the carabinieri in the corridors, between the two dormitories and the access to the showers. The noise coming from the dorms woke me up several times and put me in a bad mood. Mariella and Samira were going crazy in their panties and babydoll, and that certainly didn't help me sleep!
Around three o'clock in the morning, the silence seemed to fall definitively. I managed to fall asleep for a few minutes, but alas, I was gripped by the desire for my two chicks. Not to mention that the masturbation hadn't had the calming effect on me of the beautiful fucks I had become accustomed to with women. I dreamt of Samira's ass, the only hole I could really dump myself in. Turning and turning, looking for a sleep that was late to come, I told myself that I absolutely had to get that little bitch, to smash her pussy, otherwise I would have gone crazy!
At this point the desire to fuck got me out of bed. Without turning on the light, I walked towards the toilets, but whispers and the smell of smoke led me to turn towards the showers. With sweaty steps, I walked towards the bathroom and saw two figures standing strangely close to each other.
In spite of the darkness I spotted, without too much effort, Rosina and Sara smoking and looking out of the window at the starry night, you'll see that they won't let up for a moment I sighed Sara. Were you talking about the teachers or their boys?
I ignored him.
"Ooh, tomorrow all day on a bike, What a jail!", whispered Rosina.
"Don't worry, I'll rub your ass!"
"Porcona!"
Then they went quiet. Rosina leaned with her elbows on the window sill and Sara stroked her back. Fearing that they would go back to bed, I beat in retreat, but determined to keep an eye on the two chicks so that I could spy on them in their privacy. I didn't know how I could do it, but I wanted to be in the front row every time I saw them alone.
My manly intuition drove me to follow the whole thing closely.
The early morning didn't pose any serious problems and, at eight o'clock, after breakfast, they were ready to set us on our way. Silvia was the first to leave, followed by nine bicycles that proceeded rather hesitantly. Barbara and I had an appointment at the shelter for thirteen.
It was a small walk to allow the group to do a first training; it was on an altitude difference of seven hundred meters and at the top you could enjoy a beautiful panoramic view of the whole valley. We split up immediately after the departure.
Barbara took the most direct route to the south, and I headed west, to reach as soon as possible the first row of mountain crests, with the intention of flanking it to the point where we could admire the village from above. The weather was clear. I wanted to look at the landscape with binoculars, so I first had to climb to the steepest point. Mariella joined me so as not to abandon me anymore. Behind me the rest of the group was zigzagging a few dozen metres away, Samira was among the last ones, I often turned to wait for them and my gaze inevitably rested on Mariella's beautiful eyes, ecstatic and proud to be stuck to me all the time.
"My child! How I'd like to be alone with you!",
Instead of answering me, she smiled at me and stayed with me to wait for the others.
In the evening, the atmosphere was excellent. The boys told each other what they had done on that first day.
After dinner the boys split between television and card games. Mariella and Samira went to pet the donkey that was burning the grass in the lawn outside the hotel. The older boys asked permission to go for a ride in the village. To my amazement they were not followed by Rosina and Sara, who remained quietly in a corner listening to music on headphones.
For my part I went to train against a wall in the building near the hotel. It was an isolated and currently unused barn.
The darkness was falling quickly and I was getting ready to go back in when I saw Rosina and Sara approaching. I immediately withdrew, in the midst of a lively curiosity. I had guessed, from the night before, that these two wanted to isolate themselves and I was overwhelmed by a state of feverish excitement. The opportunity to feast my eyes on those two was too tempting! I quickly went round the barn and slipped into it on the upper floor where the hay was piled up.
I hid them in a corner at the end of the loft. The battered seat would allow me to spy through the bumpy spots on what was going on below. I waited, my breath was spent.
As I predicted, the two gazelles in search of solitary confinement soon made their entrance. The two silhouettes stood out in the darkness against the light. I could hear them more than see.
What a stench!" said Rosina, speaking loudly.
You'll soon get used to it," Sara replied, pulling her by the hand.
"Oh, you make me walk in shit!"
"But it's not shit, it's manure!"
"Sara no, not here!"
"Say, you won't back down now!. »
"Are you sure no one saw us leave?
"Nobody, nobody. They were all busy. Besides, we'll have the right to take a walk, won't we?. Come, this way, it's cleaner here."
A silence interspersed with sighs made me realize the two girls were kissing. I bent down to get a better look. Sara had taken Rosina for life and was putting a tongue in her mouth.
"Sara, I heard a noise."
"Oh, you're such a wimp! Come, let's go up and see. We might as well lie down..
I heard the steps squeak and I retracted, hiding in the darkness. The pile of hay I could see in front of me would surely serve as an erotic bed. That's great! It was going to be a beautiful sight! The percolation through which I had climbed diffused enough greyish light to illuminate the scene that I had already tasted.
Sara was the first to climb.
"It's nice here! Come up here, quick! Oh, be careful! The bite is rotten!"
Rosina, more shy, made her appearance. Sara grabbed her at once and dragged her to the pile of hay on which they both fell laughing. Sara wasted no time and ventured upon her friend, with an unexpected voracity on the part of a beauty as refined as she. He hurriedly pulled down her pants and placed his chin on the dark pubis of the black girl who was protesting softly.
Taking advantage of the fact that I was behind them, I came even closer, I advanced three feet into the darkness, on all fours. Sara was licking Rosina's curly hair.
"Oh, Rosina, Rosina, you drive me crazy! How I love your pussy!"
The other one, lying on her back, let herself be passively naked. Her muscular, well-built body stood out on the pale hay. I could even catch a glimpse of the whites of her eyes and, from time to time, the twinkle of her teeth, when she emitted a suffocated cry, widening her thighs a little more.
Sara took off her panties and settled down in front of the sex she started licking from bottom to top and sucking. Rosina bowed down to offer herself better, then she bent her knees modestly, bringing them closer to her breast. She bit her lips and opened her eyes wide, sighing noisily and trembling from head to toe.
"Saraaaa! Oooh! How beautiful! I love it when you do that! And how well you do it, you slut! Do not stop...! »
The snap of the licker's lips and tongue filled the barn. From time to time, the girl would grunt in her rant of devouring her friend. I imagined Rosina's smell thinking that licking her cat must have been a delirious thing. I felt the urge to intervene. I felt like I was going crazy...
"Turn around," ordered the voracious one.
Surely the two of them had already played around together, because Rosina immediately obeyed...
and took the most exciting position imaginable: he lifted his ass to the roof and bowed down to the max, opening up generously. Its dark, perfect roundness gleamed in the half-light. I saw Sara's pale face squashing against her black pussy, rubbing it with the tip of her nose and chin, then creeping higher up and then sneaking up between her buttocks, devouring that little hole.
Rosina made a verse that looked like a pipe of doves, she waved lifting her head, uttering words interspersed with rapid anxieties.
"Sara... I feel so good when you do that to me. I feel so vicious... Oh, you make me dirty... vicious... why... why did I meet you? Why don't guys have any effect on me when they touch me? It's so nice with you."
I saw his big-lipped mouth biting the air and his head freaking out... I imagined my big dart filling her mouth while the other one licked her pussy... I could feel her lips sucking me down to the base, lascivious, insatiable! Oh, what a martyrdom I suffered! But if I'd made the slightest gesture, if I'd said the slightest word, I'd have terrified them...
Sara had her tongue up her buttocks and continued her journey on her kidneys and back. And while he was licking her all over the place he was biting her neck, on the back of her neck, on her shoulders, her hand was poking from her open pussy to her anus, in which she was vigorously twisting a finger.
He slipped under her bronze body to go drink at the spring. Rosina put himself on top of her and, in turn, rode her and set himself astride her. On contact with the soft flesh her appetite seemed to increase and now she was sucking and licking the warm mucous membranes of the white girl. Sara's vulva gleamed, her moods must have been more fatty than acidic.
Hmmm!, what a king's titbit, those tender meats, under the black velvet of her pubis. How those two sluts were having a good time. Rosina held the other one's white thighs up in the air and had stuck her tongue in the slit with the violence of a zagaglia! The image of a beautiful cannibal came to my mind and the spectacle of that big mouth that voraciously swallowed the corolla of the rosy mucous membranes began to torment me.
They rolled on the hay, always tied to each other. Rosina stood over her friend, allowing me to admire Sara's slender silhouette. She really had a dream body. If her buttocks were less pronounced than the sexting black girl's provocative buttocks, her breasts were heavier and pointed shamelessly upwards every time she lifted herself. Overwhelmed by Rosina's voracity and certainly more excited and less fearful than the other, she began to wriggle around, moaning. She stood up and rubbed her beautiful ass on her friend's face. Her eyes closed, her lips ajar, she was shaken for a long time by a violent tremor and small spasms. She groped Rosina's breasts, which she leaned on while the latter continued to burn and drink her. Suddenly Sara stood upright again.
"Oooh, Rosina... That was amazing! You've never given me so much pleasure before!".
"Yes, I know... But you've never pissed in my mouth, ugly slut!" the girl replied, wiping her lips.
"Oh, forgive me! But it was such a strong feeling that I couldn't resist!"
"Well, it's not serious, you know! I even like your pee!"
Rosina lay on her back and spread her thighs.
"Try it on me... I wish I could enjoy it like you. I can't. Try one more time..."
"It's your fault! You control yourself! I can feel it very well. As if I'm always afraid of something. "Instead you have to forget everything, let yourself go, you're too much of a burden...".
Look, look. I made that remark I made to Rosina during gym class. Her inner tension embarrassed her, braking her, both when she did the exercises and when she danced with Silvia. Actually, she couldn't reach a total state of relaxation.
"I'd rather you came on top of me. I like to see you from below!"
Rosina got up and squatted down like on the toilet bowl. Sara crawled on her back like a reptile and started licking her pussy, suspended above her lips.
"Get down a little lower. Come and sit on my mouth."
The other one spread her feet wide and her black ass covered Sara's pretty white face. Taking the necessary rhythm, she began to swing slowly from top to bottom. Sara, with the palm of her hands crushed on her friend's buttocks, helped her to get up and down, while moving her chin to lick her vulva and suck her clitoris. At regular intervals he would interrupt, to stick his fingers now in her vagina, now in her asshole.
"Relax, sweetie, forget about it! "Just think of my mouth eating your pussy! Think that's what your pussy is made for! And think I enjoy doing this. He thinks we're two pigs...
Rosina started moaning while Sara now alternated deep kisses with dirty words she whispered.
"Yes. I can feel it in my mouth. Go on, get all wet. I want you to give me everything. You're my darling little pig. I'm the one who taught you everything! Just relax! Give me everything! Give it to me!"
Her tongue and fingers flickered frantically in the most sensitive parts of each other's intimacy. Although her mouth was full of all those flesh, Sara could still say her vicious prayers.
"Rosina, piss on me. Piss on me. On not being ashamed! I think I'll like it! I've been wanting to ask you for so long, but I didn't dare. Come on, now, please, piss in my mouth! It'll be good for you! Come on, I'll suck you! Honey, piss, come on!".
Rosina threw a high-pitched cry and shook her head violently, waving her hair combed in "rasta" style braids. I noticed at that moment some shiny drops that wet Sara's face.
She had remained screwed to the other one's pussy and was drinking its urine.
Rosina turned to her side, screaming. Sara imitated her and pushed her fingers into her vagina to masturbate her more forcefully. The jets of urine kept spurting out non-stop. Sara, who was holding her hand inside the chicken, seemed to want to pump the golden liquid. Then they both froze for a few seconds. The shame took hold of them after that carnal delirium. Rosina held her hand over the sex, as sometimes one takes one's hand to one's mouth after saying something dirty, Sara, kneeling beside her, dried her fingers and cheeks with a Kleenex.
"Won't they be looking for us?" Rosina asked in a languid voice.
"Yes, we'd better go inside now."
Now they both spoke in a different tone of voice, as if they regretted what had happened.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was good," replied Rosina with embarrassment.
"But it was also a bit dirty!".
Sara remained silent.
"It will be better not to return together!"
He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the jeans that were on the hay.
"Well, you go back in first."
"It's getting dark. Won't you be afraid to come back alone?"
Sara shrugged her shoulders, exhaling the smoke.
Rosina put on her jogging suit with impatient movements. Before leaving, she leaned over her friend, who was sitting cross-legged on the hay pile.
"Do you always love me?"
"Stupid, do you think I could drink your piss if I didn't love you?"
Rosina's shadow vanished into the darkness. From below she called her friend back.
"Will you come to the showers tonight?"
"Yes, don't be afraid. Watch your step."
"Well! I'm walking in shit!", exclaimed Rosina as she came out of the barn.
I waited a few seconds before showing up. I didn't want Rosina to hear the scream that Sara was going to throw when she saw a man come out of the darkness. She kept smoking. Surely she wanted to finish the cigarette before she left.
She was staring into the stone wall at the grey frame formed by the opening. In the darkness, the whiteness of her naked body stood out clearly. My God, how beautiful she was! And how she would have been frightened! I tried to take on the sweetest tone of voice possible.
"Sara! It's Gianni, don't be afraid, please!"
Shouting a scream, she rolled in the hay, in terror.
"It's Gianni! I am Gianni! Do not scream!"
She was silent, but remained as if paralyzed. I couldn't see her well and surely she couldn't see me either.
"I'm alone! I was here when you arrived and I stayed to look at you in the darkness."
She burst into sobbing, terrified at the thought of being seen. I approached her silently. She was all curled up, her face hidden in her arms. She seemed inconsolable. Her shoulders were shaken by sobbing. I put my hand in her hair and stroked her gently.
"You pig! Pig! Pig!" she said in a cracked voice.
"My kitten! I was as excited as you! I wanted to look at you too much. You're beautiful and I adore you!",
"I'm a dirty whore and I just want to die!"
I felt embarrassed, I didn't want to go into long explanations, I just wanted to put her at ease, reassure her and enjoy her pretty little body! I kept stroking her and she just let herself be. I spoke to her in a low voice and her cry turned into sighs.
"Won't you say anything?"
I assured her that her behavior with Rosina would remain a secret between us.
"My God! If my parents found out, they'd kill me, I'd whisper, burst into tears. I held her tightly to me.
"Your parents will never know, my angel! "Only I know your secret. You must trust me. I like you so much, little Sara, every time you come to kiss me on the cheek I have a mad desire to hold you tight to me, you know that?"
I lifted her chin to look better at her face. Up close I could make out her delicate features. She raised her head and stared at me with a sulky expression. I tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she turned her face away.
"I smell of piss, you know?"
I'd smelled that acrid smell ever since I got close to her.
"It doesn't bother me," I replied softly, "Your smell and Rosina's smell don't bother me. Perhaps I love you too."
I spilled it on the hay and lay down on her naked body. Her lips were salty. I licked her cheeks. She was so pretty that the disgust she had to feel for what she had done just now could not show in her face. She let herself be, as if stunned. I realized she was in a state of shock. It was obvious that the excitement she had been prey to with her friend would not manifest itself immediately with me. She needed to feel reassured first, to become familiar with the idea of sharing her carnal intimacies with me. I didn't want to spoil that flower with poisonous instincts, but equally fragile! I tasted her equally salty tongue, savouring my first smelling kiss of urine.
I walked down to her turgid nipples. They were so hard. How diabolical was the age of those sexting girls with the attractions that mature women seek. I appreciated the softness of her breasts.
After I kissed her face streaked with traces of urine, her tits seemed to me...
sweet as honey. In my sexual voracity I dragged myself like a snail to the inside of my thighs.
Her soft pussy moved me: she seemed made of soft feathers. I found the acrid smell of pee on the purple flesh of her vulva. Passively she welcomed my greedy tongue and offered me the orifice of her vagina, I laid it on her belly. That's the way I wanted it! With her sublime ass facing my mouth!
My member was rubbing herself against the putrid wood of the loft while I was sticking my tongue in the anus still wet from Rosina's saliva. It was soft. That little piggy had worked it out just fine! I set to work in my turn, moving my tongue as if it had been a piston. She sighed and her little fists clawed the dried hay. I couldn't ask for anything more...
I should have jerked off once more...
I was definitely sick of always ending up like this! But there was no other way with those fucking virgins! Rubbing my dick against her asshole and pussy, I cum on her, flooding her naked body. She heard the scream of the male in the throat at the moment of ejaculation and also felt the mistletous splashes on her ass and back.
"Turn around, Sara, and look at my dick!"
She stood motionless for a few seconds in front of my swollen, white, semen-stained member.
"Touch it, feel it, you gotta get to know it ! »
He grazed my penis with light fingers.
"See, it's warm, it's soft, it's made for you! Taste it!"
I felt his lips and the warmth of his mouth.
"Clean it!"
She obeyed. She did it softly and that seemed like a promising start...
