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When the Torrazzo houses were built, it seemed they were a condemned place, on the outskirts of civilizations, only good for people who had to settle; at the age of twenty, at the first job, the possibility of the mini-apartment appeared to be a dream; and I did it.
Then the neighborhood grew, even too much; twenty years later it was an almost privileged residential area; and it was quickly populated even too much.
The condominium, then, was already a village in itself, where numerous generations followed one another creating a particular animation, typical of closed places, which provided for defined sites, the same faces, the same encounters.
The first generation of children born in the condominium was now almost in their twenties and was distinguished by the liveliness that generally have those who feel, in some way, masters of the territory that they first colonized.
In particular, two or three girls were distinguished who, from the first puberty, had done everything to make life impossible for the little older bachelor who lived there.
Seeing them buzzing around spanking and provocative somehow amused me and made you smile; when their jokes were light and only vaguely suggestive, I replied in rhymes and the game remained there; when, then, the allusions began to get heavier and more direct, to the point of doubting my manhood because I didn't seem to notice the round asses, the bursting breasts, the desire that sprang from every pore of their skin: well, at that point it became more difficult to let go and drop the talk in the game.
Valeria was decidedly the most aggressive: strong in her physique, which had practically exploded within a few months; arrogant and cheeky like all sexting people; aggressive and used to going straight to the truth, she never missed an opportunity to underline the particular interest she had in me; and, since she had a clear instinct for the boss, the others were careful not to mention any attempt at contrast.
At the beginning there were not so many questions out of hand, like.
"Do you find it too fat?"
Or.
"Do you think my breast is too small?"
Until some provocation.
"Do you like my butt?"
Then the attempt at seduction took a new turn, that of romanticism at any cost; and I found her on the stairs, in the courtyard, in front of the front door because she wanted to make me read verses, listen to a song, talk to me about her dreams.
At certain moments, he came to slip into my house with banal apologies, and to tempt me with moines, hints and veiled caresses; until I decided it was no longer necessary to submit: I took her by the hips and kissed her violently; she replied for a while, when I forced her lips and tried to put her tongue in her mouth, but she withdrew and was saved by the mother who called her out loud.
But the experiment did nothing but rejuvenate it; and I found her very often in the house, ready to kiss her, sticking her tongue in my mouth: she quickly learned all the secrets of the kiss, but she didn't seem to realize that my penis was getting hard as marble and beating on the pubis; I don't even know if he had orgasmic reactions.
Each time, it came off suddenly and ran away like a butterfly.
After a few months of this perverse game, only to see it did the member swell in my underwear and my testicles even ached.
One afternoon I was in my bathrobe, as soon as I got out of the shower, and from the window I saw her parents' car coming out of the gate; I thought that they would spend the evening out and that for once I would not have been tormented - sweetly - by Valeria's indecent proposals and most indecent assaults.
But the door bell rang and, open, I found it in front of me fresh, bursting, provocative as always.
I asked her why she wasn't with her; she told me that they were going to visit the relatives of a deceased and that she had been free all afternoon: badly, I read the information as an invitation to be seized immediately.
Although I only had a bathrobe on, I let her in; he did not seem to notice my clothing and went to sit on the sofa crossing his legs to show the small brief.
I took her by the arms, lifted her to her feet, wrapped her around her waist and whispered in her ear.
"But this time it's my way ... it's serious."
He looked at me with an air between surprise and fright; but he quickly composed himself and resumed his usual bold air: he opened his lips and applied them to the sucker on mine, pulled out his tongue and made me enter it up to my throat; then he practiced all his wisdom in the kiss and almost made my head spin.
The member was immediately erect in all its size and was beating on the belly, my bare and his separated from the bathrobe and the light fabric of the skirt.
Holding her by the neck while kissing her, I took one of her hands and brought it firmly under the bathrobe, until I
contest the auction.
I knew it was the first time he had touched a mature person intimately and I was not surprised at some initial embarrassment; I took her wrist and gently guided her to send her hand up and down discovering and covering the chapel; he tightened with more frenzy, his mouth seemed to become warmer and softer; I lifted her miniskirt from behind, reached the elastic of the slip and put my hand between her buttocks: I felt the firm and smooth flesh relax and let my fingers go that went down to the hole, tickled him for a moment, causing her to shiver, and came to touch the crack of the vulva.
My middle finger opened the way between her small lips and I felt her bend on her knees to the point that I almost had to support her; I ran my finger into the vulva, stroking the labia majora and, later, the little ones, without trying to penetrate: I felt the first orgasm gush and settle on the middle.
I loosened my embrace, withdrew my hand, opened her blouse and made her fall back, unhooked her bra and looked enchanted at her breasts, of a medium size but drawn as with a compass, standing and superb almost like her, with a small pink halo and a nipple that was barely noticeable: I took her breasts in cupped hands (they were perfectly there!), I caressed them, lingering on the haloes, took her nipple between the thumb and forefinger and tried to titillate it, as it was possible, given that little emerged; then I bent down and began to lick it, on my throat, on my chest, on my breasts and finally on my nipples which I took gently in my mouth, one at a time, and sucked like a newborn baby.
She moaned, twisted and vibrated with every little orgasm that my caresses triggered her.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it to the ground, along with my briefs; the small vulva, of little hair, with the big lips swollen already with desire, appeared to me as a vision; I pushed her onto the sofa, made her lie down, spread her legs apart and dived with my mouth on that source of pleasure.
At the first touch of the tongue on the vulva, it immediately had an orgasm that made me feel harsh and violent moods of passion in my mouth, which I swallowed with joy; then my tongue crept between my small lips urging new vibrations; I reached the clitoris, small, almost hidden between the folds, and I managed to take it between my lips: as I licked and sucked it, I felt its breathing become labored, the moans continue, until once again it exploded in me mouth his moods.
I stopped for a moment and Valeria took advantage of it to take possession of the member, who had remained idle up to now to hurt me from the swelling beyond all limits; I slipped the bathrobe from my shoulders, while Valeria grabbed the club and resumed the masturbation she had just started.
I stopped her, made her get off the sofa, lay down on the carpet and made her settle over me with the vulva at the height of the mouth; holding her by the neck, I pushed her mouth towards my penis: once again I had to guide her in the first movements but in a moment she was already able to pump the rod into her mouth, occasionally sucking the chapel or licking everywhere.
I, for my part, sank my face on my belly and devoted myself to a stratospheric licking of the two holes, both still very tight, which were offered to me in the mouth.
When I felt that she was still enjoying my mouth, curbing the desire to explode too, I detached myself, laid her down and placed her on her back on the carpet.
I knelt between her thighs, took the rod in my hand and began to pass the chapel between her thighs, then up towards her labia majora: each movement produced chills that made her kidneys arch and offering the vulva more and more.
When it was dripping with moods and the fabrics seemed softer, more docile and lubricated, I took her by the hips, lay on her, kissed her on the mouth and whispered.
"Now we're really serious,"
Inserting her tongue in her throat (perhaps not to make her scream), I gave a stroke of kidneys in a forward and the rod sank into her virgin vulva.
He couldn't hear her scream, but it went straight into my throat; and the whole body stiffened, contracted and then relaxed; I leaned completely on her and stood with the rod deeply inserted in the vulva; then I began a slow pumping movement: he moved with me, following the rhythm and indulging my and his pleasure.
I didn't last long: I had been waiting too long; the orgasm came sweet and expected, almost guided to make it reach the climax with me; I did not withdraw: it was not prudent to ejaculate them inside, but I knew that at the first copulation a virgin - between emotions and contractions, between abundant moods and defloration blood - had very little chance of becoming pregnant.
And, after all, the 'repairing marriage' with Valeria was not such a terrible prospect.
Then the neighborhood grew, even too much; twenty years later it was an almost privileged residential area; and it was quickly populated even too much.
The condominium, then, was already a village in itself, where numerous generations followed one another creating a particular animation, typical of closed places, which provided for defined sites, the same faces, the same encounters.
The first generation of children born in the condominium was now almost in their twenties and was distinguished by the liveliness that generally have those who feel, in some way, masters of the territory that they first colonized.
In particular, two or three girls were distinguished who, from the first puberty, had done everything to make life impossible for the little older bachelor who lived there.
Seeing them buzzing around spanking and provocative somehow amused me and made you smile; when their jokes were light and only vaguely suggestive, I replied in rhymes and the game remained there; when, then, the allusions began to get heavier and more direct, to the point of doubting my manhood because I didn't seem to notice the round asses, the bursting breasts, the desire that sprang from every pore of their skin: well, at that point it became more difficult to let go and drop the talk in the game.
Valeria was decidedly the most aggressive: strong in her physique, which had practically exploded within a few months; arrogant and cheeky like all sexting people; aggressive and used to going straight to the truth, she never missed an opportunity to underline the particular interest she had in me; and, since she had a clear instinct for the boss, the others were careful not to mention any attempt at contrast.
At the beginning there were not so many questions out of hand, like.
"Do you find it too fat?"
Or.
"Do you think my breast is too small?"
Until some provocation.
"Do you like my butt?"
Then the attempt at seduction took a new turn, that of romanticism at any cost; and I found her on the stairs, in the courtyard, in front of the front door because she wanted to make me read verses, listen to a song, talk to me about her dreams.
At certain moments, he came to slip into my house with banal apologies, and to tempt me with moines, hints and veiled caresses; until I decided it was no longer necessary to submit: I took her by the hips and kissed her violently; she replied for a while, when I forced her lips and tried to put her tongue in her mouth, but she withdrew and was saved by the mother who called her out loud.
But the experiment did nothing but rejuvenate it; and I found her very often in the house, ready to kiss her, sticking her tongue in my mouth: she quickly learned all the secrets of the kiss, but she didn't seem to realize that my penis was getting hard as marble and beating on the pubis; I don't even know if he had orgasmic reactions.
Each time, it came off suddenly and ran away like a butterfly.
After a few months of this perverse game, only to see it did the member swell in my underwear and my testicles even ached.
One afternoon I was in my bathrobe, as soon as I got out of the shower, and from the window I saw her parents' car coming out of the gate; I thought that they would spend the evening out and that for once I would not have been tormented - sweetly - by Valeria's indecent proposals and most indecent assaults.
But the door bell rang and, open, I found it in front of me fresh, bursting, provocative as always.
I asked her why she wasn't with her; she told me that they were going to visit the relatives of a deceased and that she had been free all afternoon: badly, I read the information as an invitation to be seized immediately.
Although I only had a bathrobe on, I let her in; he did not seem to notice my clothing and went to sit on the sofa crossing his legs to show the small brief.
I took her by the arms, lifted her to her feet, wrapped her around her waist and whispered in her ear.
"But this time it's my way ... it's serious."
He looked at me with an air between surprise and fright; but he quickly composed himself and resumed his usual bold air: he opened his lips and applied them to the sucker on mine, pulled out his tongue and made me enter it up to my throat; then he practiced all his wisdom in the kiss and almost made my head spin.
The member was immediately erect in all its size and was beating on the belly, my bare and his separated from the bathrobe and the light fabric of the skirt.
Holding her by the neck while kissing her, I took one of her hands and brought it firmly under the bathrobe, until I
contest the auction.
I knew it was the first time he had touched a mature person intimately and I was not surprised at some initial embarrassment; I took her wrist and gently guided her to send her hand up and down discovering and covering the chapel; he tightened with more frenzy, his mouth seemed to become warmer and softer; I lifted her miniskirt from behind, reached the elastic of the slip and put my hand between her buttocks: I felt the firm and smooth flesh relax and let my fingers go that went down to the hole, tickled him for a moment, causing her to shiver, and came to touch the crack of the vulva.
My middle finger opened the way between her small lips and I felt her bend on her knees to the point that I almost had to support her; I ran my finger into the vulva, stroking the labia majora and, later, the little ones, without trying to penetrate: I felt the first orgasm gush and settle on the middle.
I loosened my embrace, withdrew my hand, opened her blouse and made her fall back, unhooked her bra and looked enchanted at her breasts, of a medium size but drawn as with a compass, standing and superb almost like her, with a small pink halo and a nipple that was barely noticeable: I took her breasts in cupped hands (they were perfectly there!), I caressed them, lingering on the haloes, took her nipple between the thumb and forefinger and tried to titillate it, as it was possible, given that little emerged; then I bent down and began to lick it, on my throat, on my chest, on my breasts and finally on my nipples which I took gently in my mouth, one at a time, and sucked like a newborn baby.
She moaned, twisted and vibrated with every little orgasm that my caresses triggered her.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it to the ground, along with my briefs; the small vulva, of little hair, with the big lips swollen already with desire, appeared to me as a vision; I pushed her onto the sofa, made her lie down, spread her legs apart and dived with my mouth on that source of pleasure.
At the first touch of the tongue on the vulva, it immediately had an orgasm that made me feel harsh and violent moods of passion in my mouth, which I swallowed with joy; then my tongue crept between my small lips urging new vibrations; I reached the clitoris, small, almost hidden between the folds, and I managed to take it between my lips: as I licked and sucked it, I felt its breathing become labored, the moans continue, until once again it exploded in me mouth his moods.
I stopped for a moment and Valeria took advantage of it to take possession of the member, who had remained idle up to now to hurt me from the swelling beyond all limits; I slipped the bathrobe from my shoulders, while Valeria grabbed the club and resumed the masturbation she had just started.
I stopped her, made her get off the sofa, lay down on the carpet and made her settle over me with the vulva at the height of the mouth; holding her by the neck, I pushed her mouth towards my penis: once again I had to guide her in the first movements but in a moment she was already able to pump the rod into her mouth, occasionally sucking the chapel or licking everywhere.
I, for my part, sank my face on my belly and devoted myself to a stratospheric licking of the two holes, both still very tight, which were offered to me in the mouth.
When I felt that she was still enjoying my mouth, curbing the desire to explode too, I detached myself, laid her down and placed her on her back on the carpet.
I knelt between her thighs, took the rod in my hand and began to pass the chapel between her thighs, then up towards her labia majora: each movement produced chills that made her kidneys arch and offering the vulva more and more.
When it was dripping with moods and the fabrics seemed softer, more docile and lubricated, I took her by the hips, lay on her, kissed her on the mouth and whispered.
"Now we're really serious,"
Inserting her tongue in her throat (perhaps not to make her scream), I gave a stroke of kidneys in a forward and the rod sank into her virgin vulva.
He couldn't hear her scream, but it went straight into my throat; and the whole body stiffened, contracted and then relaxed; I leaned completely on her and stood with the rod deeply inserted in the vulva; then I began a slow pumping movement: he moved with me, following the rhythm and indulging my and his pleasure.
I didn't last long: I had been waiting too long; the orgasm came sweet and expected, almost guided to make it reach the climax with me; I did not withdraw: it was not prudent to ejaculate them inside, but I knew that at the first copulation a virgin - between emotions and contractions, between abundant moods and defloration blood - had very little chance of becoming pregnant.
And, after all, the 'repairing marriage' with Valeria was not such a terrible prospect.
