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I was in third high school, and at that time my friendships with classmates were extending beyond the usual circle of friends. On that afternoon in April I had arranged with Alberto to go to study at his house; it was the first time he had invited me. Alberto was a blond boy, nice, but that until then I had never considered as a fellow student.
I arrived by motorbike to his house, tied it to the gate and rang the bell placed next to the gate that gave access to the garden of his villa. A dark-haired, curly-haired girl with a bold gait and a lively gaze came to open me. She was not beautiful, in fact she was somewhat ugly, but she gave me the impression of being very confident. He must have been about my age, maybe a year older. She motioned for me to come in, and while I followed her along the paved path of stones set in the grass of the garden, she introduced herself: "I am Cinzia, the housekeeper's daughter". As we entered the house Alberto met us, who led me to his room ignoring the presence of Cinzia, who disappeared from our sight.
We went into Alberto's room, and after a few brief chats, we sat facing each other to study and do our homework. We spent about an hour repeating the lessons and doing the exercises for the next day, when Alberto told me he had to talk to his sister about something important and asked me if I was sorry to stay in his room for a while to continue studying because of me. I replied that it was fine and that there would be no problem. Alberto got up and left the room closing the door behind him.
After a few minutes, the door opened behind me and I heard it close again with a turn of the key. I turned in amazement and found myself in front of Cynthia approaching the desk where I was sitting with a firm step.
He took the chair where Alberto was sitting, placed it next to me and without saying a word he began to stare at me closely.
We remained silent for a few minutes: Cinzia continued to look at me with a very concentrated look, while I, very embarrassed, pretended to continue doing my exercises. At that time I was an extremely shy boy, I had not yet had experiences with girls, and the situation I was experiencing made me seriously uncomfortable. Cinzia decidedly put a hand in my hair without asking for permission and began to caress my head. I turned around cautiously and inquiringly asked her what she was doing.
Cinzia took her hand from my hair and in a very resolute and authoritarian way she said to me: "As you may have noticed, I am not a beauty, the boys do not consider me, and I decided to take revenge with you".
All at once I did not understand what Cinzia's intentions were, but my perturbation grew enormously to the point of turning into fear.
“I have never seen a naked boy: now I want you to undo your pants and take your cock out here in front of me so that I can see it well! Otherwise I start shouting and say you are raping me! " Cinzia said with an almost ferocious look.
Fear turned to terror and shame mixed together. "Are you kidding me?" they were the only words I could pronounce.
"No, not even a little!" Cinzia answered even more determined to get what she wanted. "I count to ten, if you don't start to lower the zipper, I'll start shouting!" Cinzia continued.
"One two Three, …". I was paralyzed with shame. When Cinzia pronounced the "seven" she said to me: "So you decide? ... eight, ... nine, ...". At nine, I lowered the mono that was on the desk and carried it trembling between my legs without stopping to look Cinzia fixed in the eyes. I palpated the package in search of the zipper, as soon as I found it, I looked at Cinzia with a questioning look and she with a slight nod of the head and an evil smile on the mouth encouraged me to continue.
So I grabbed the zipper and slowly started to lower it; the blue fabric of my briefs can be glimpsed from the slit of my pants. Cinzia looked down curiously in the direction of that opening.
"Undo your belt now!" Cinzia ordered me as she ran her tongue over her lips.
Slowly I grabbed my belt and, more and more embarrassed, I slid it out of the buckle. Only the button of my trousers remained, keeping the opening ajar that showed the slight swelling of my still flabby cock. Cinzia gestured with her chin to open it, and from her gaze I understood that I could not avoid it.
I struggled to open the button of my jeans and my package appeared to be protected only by the cotton of my briefs. The shapes of my cock and my balls were intuitive and I was ashamed to die.
"Come on, drop your panties and take it out!" Cynthia shouted.
I told myself that I was trapped and that I could not avoid the inevitable. I looked down, ran a hand over
parcel and then, taking courage with four hands, I grabbed the elastic of my underpants and slowly lowered it. My pubic hair appeared first, then, as I lowered the edge of the briefs, the shaft of my cock appeared curved on itself. I let go and the briefs quickly covered my cock. "You saw it, now leave me alone" I said to Cinzia in a humble and submissive tone.
"Not even for an idea!" Cinzia exclaimed. "You have to get it out completely!"
I had no escape. I picked up the elastic, lowered it again and with the other hand I grabbed the shaft of my cock and pulled it completely out. I let him drop dangling with the shape of the chapel in evidence under Cinzia's amused gaze, while with the other hand I kept the briefs down.
It was the first time that a woman other than my mother had seen my cock. I was ashamed as a worm.
"Are you satisfied now?" I asked Cinzia in an even more modest tone than before.
"No, dear ... now I want you to wank yourself here in front of me!" Cinzia answered more and more amused and excited.
I knew I couldn't avoid it, but I didn't know how to get excited, the embarrassment I felt at that moment was so strong.
"Come on, come on, take it in your hands and jerk off!" Cinzia urged me. "I want to see you cum for me!" he added after a short pause.
Cinzia, meanwhile, thanks to the excitement she had to feel, had lifted her skirt and started rubbing a finger between her legs. My gaze was drawn to the black hair that spilled from his light lace underpants.
I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started a very slow milking motion on the chapel still covered by the foreskin. Cinzia was attracted to the hole of my cock and asked me: "What do you have in there so reddish?"
I did not reply, and I merely chased my cock completely. "Wow" Cinzia exclaimed at the sight of my chapel which was starting to swell as a result of the massages I was applying to her.
Cinzia pushed aside the fabric of her panties and started massaging her pussy. At that sight I forgot the situation and got excited. I felt my cock react and swell in my hand as I increased the rhythm of the clenched fist around the shaft. My chapel appeared and disappeared from the foreskin hole that stretched and curled with each passage of my hand.
Cinzia, more and more excited, ordered me to stand up and approach her. "I want to be the one to make you cum!" exclaimed. When I was close enough to her, she lay down on her chair, spread her legs wide opening the panorama of her fleshy and black hair covered pussy completely wet. He almost grabbed my now fully erect cock and started to saw me imitating the movement of my hand.
I felt the pleasure mount, I saw Cinzia direct my cock towards her pussy wide open in front of me as she stroked her clit.
His hand increased the rhythm of the massage on my cock. I felt her desire to see me cum on her grow with each stroke. His hand ran more and more intensely, deeply and quickly around my cock.
"Cum!" he ordered me suddenly. I concentrated on the movement of Cinzia's hand on my cock and on the oscillations it caused to my balls. I looked once again at Cinzia's open pussy, superimposed my hand on Cinzia's who sawed me to guide the rhythm. "Cum, come on!" once again Cynthia cried.
At that point I relaxed my muscles, arched my pelvis until I almost touched Cinzia's pussy with the chapel and let her massage pump the cum out of my cock.
I let out a restrained groan and saw the first white stream hit Cinzia's clitoris, then the second her big lips. Five more followed, with Cinzia's hand continuing to pump my cock.
"Bravo my little slave!" said Cinzia, who was spreading my cum on her hair with her other hand.
As soon as the excitement ended, I walked away and quickly put myself back together, while Cinzia did the same. I was ashamed to die, but deep down I also felt that that afternoon I had become a little more man.
Cinzia opened the door and slipped away, just a few minutes before Alberto returned.
I arrived by motorbike to his house, tied it to the gate and rang the bell placed next to the gate that gave access to the garden of his villa. A dark-haired, curly-haired girl with a bold gait and a lively gaze came to open me. She was not beautiful, in fact she was somewhat ugly, but she gave me the impression of being very confident. He must have been about my age, maybe a year older. She motioned for me to come in, and while I followed her along the paved path of stones set in the grass of the garden, she introduced herself: "I am Cinzia, the housekeeper's daughter". As we entered the house Alberto met us, who led me to his room ignoring the presence of Cinzia, who disappeared from our sight.
We went into Alberto's room, and after a few brief chats, we sat facing each other to study and do our homework. We spent about an hour repeating the lessons and doing the exercises for the next day, when Alberto told me he had to talk to his sister about something important and asked me if I was sorry to stay in his room for a while to continue studying because of me. I replied that it was fine and that there would be no problem. Alberto got up and left the room closing the door behind him.
After a few minutes, the door opened behind me and I heard it close again with a turn of the key. I turned in amazement and found myself in front of Cynthia approaching the desk where I was sitting with a firm step.
He took the chair where Alberto was sitting, placed it next to me and without saying a word he began to stare at me closely.
We remained silent for a few minutes: Cinzia continued to look at me with a very concentrated look, while I, very embarrassed, pretended to continue doing my exercises. At that time I was an extremely shy boy, I had not yet had experiences with girls, and the situation I was experiencing made me seriously uncomfortable. Cinzia decidedly put a hand in my hair without asking for permission and began to caress my head. I turned around cautiously and inquiringly asked her what she was doing.
Cinzia took her hand from my hair and in a very resolute and authoritarian way she said to me: "As you may have noticed, I am not a beauty, the boys do not consider me, and I decided to take revenge with you".
All at once I did not understand what Cinzia's intentions were, but my perturbation grew enormously to the point of turning into fear.
“I have never seen a naked boy: now I want you to undo your pants and take your cock out here in front of me so that I can see it well! Otherwise I start shouting and say you are raping me! " Cinzia said with an almost ferocious look.
Fear turned to terror and shame mixed together. "Are you kidding me?" they were the only words I could pronounce.
"No, not even a little!" Cinzia answered even more determined to get what she wanted. "I count to ten, if you don't start to lower the zipper, I'll start shouting!" Cinzia continued.
"One two Three, …". I was paralyzed with shame. When Cinzia pronounced the "seven" she said to me: "So you decide? ... eight, ... nine, ...". At nine, I lowered the mono that was on the desk and carried it trembling between my legs without stopping to look Cinzia fixed in the eyes. I palpated the package in search of the zipper, as soon as I found it, I looked at Cinzia with a questioning look and she with a slight nod of the head and an evil smile on the mouth encouraged me to continue.
So I grabbed the zipper and slowly started to lower it; the blue fabric of my briefs can be glimpsed from the slit of my pants. Cinzia looked down curiously in the direction of that opening.
"Undo your belt now!" Cinzia ordered me as she ran her tongue over her lips.
Slowly I grabbed my belt and, more and more embarrassed, I slid it out of the buckle. Only the button of my trousers remained, keeping the opening ajar that showed the slight swelling of my still flabby cock. Cinzia gestured with her chin to open it, and from her gaze I understood that I could not avoid it.
I struggled to open the button of my jeans and my package appeared to be protected only by the cotton of my briefs. The shapes of my cock and my balls were intuitive and I was ashamed to die.
"Come on, drop your panties and take it out!" Cynthia shouted.
I told myself that I was trapped and that I could not avoid the inevitable. I looked down, ran a hand over
parcel and then, taking courage with four hands, I grabbed the elastic of my underpants and slowly lowered it. My pubic hair appeared first, then, as I lowered the edge of the briefs, the shaft of my cock appeared curved on itself. I let go and the briefs quickly covered my cock. "You saw it, now leave me alone" I said to Cinzia in a humble and submissive tone.
"Not even for an idea!" Cinzia exclaimed. "You have to get it out completely!"
I had no escape. I picked up the elastic, lowered it again and with the other hand I grabbed the shaft of my cock and pulled it completely out. I let him drop dangling with the shape of the chapel in evidence under Cinzia's amused gaze, while with the other hand I kept the briefs down.
It was the first time that a woman other than my mother had seen my cock. I was ashamed as a worm.
"Are you satisfied now?" I asked Cinzia in an even more modest tone than before.
"No, dear ... now I want you to wank yourself here in front of me!" Cinzia answered more and more amused and excited.
I knew I couldn't avoid it, but I didn't know how to get excited, the embarrassment I felt at that moment was so strong.
"Come on, come on, take it in your hands and jerk off!" Cinzia urged me. "I want to see you cum for me!" he added after a short pause.
Cinzia, meanwhile, thanks to the excitement she had to feel, had lifted her skirt and started rubbing a finger between her legs. My gaze was drawn to the black hair that spilled from his light lace underpants.
I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started a very slow milking motion on the chapel still covered by the foreskin. Cinzia was attracted to the hole of my cock and asked me: "What do you have in there so reddish?"
I did not reply, and I merely chased my cock completely. "Wow" Cinzia exclaimed at the sight of my chapel which was starting to swell as a result of the massages I was applying to her.
Cinzia pushed aside the fabric of her panties and started massaging her pussy. At that sight I forgot the situation and got excited. I felt my cock react and swell in my hand as I increased the rhythm of the clenched fist around the shaft. My chapel appeared and disappeared from the foreskin hole that stretched and curled with each passage of my hand.
Cinzia, more and more excited, ordered me to stand up and approach her. "I want to be the one to make you cum!" exclaimed. When I was close enough to her, she lay down on her chair, spread her legs wide opening the panorama of her fleshy and black hair covered pussy completely wet. He almost grabbed my now fully erect cock and started to saw me imitating the movement of my hand.
I felt the pleasure mount, I saw Cinzia direct my cock towards her pussy wide open in front of me as she stroked her clit.
His hand increased the rhythm of the massage on my cock. I felt her desire to see me cum on her grow with each stroke. His hand ran more and more intensely, deeply and quickly around my cock.
"Cum!" he ordered me suddenly. I concentrated on the movement of Cinzia's hand on my cock and on the oscillations it caused to my balls. I looked once again at Cinzia's open pussy, superimposed my hand on Cinzia's who sawed me to guide the rhythm. "Cum, come on!" once again Cynthia cried.
At that point I relaxed my muscles, arched my pelvis until I almost touched Cinzia's pussy with the chapel and let her massage pump the cum out of my cock.
I let out a restrained groan and saw the first white stream hit Cinzia's clitoris, then the second her big lips. Five more followed, with Cinzia's hand continuing to pump my cock.
"Bravo my little slave!" said Cinzia, who was spreading my cum on her hair with her other hand.
As soon as the excitement ended, I walked away and quickly put myself back together, while Cinzia did the same. I was ashamed to die, but deep down I also felt that that afternoon I had become a little more man.
Cinzia opened the door and slipped away, just a few minutes before Alberto returned.
