East galley

galera this story happened to me edu and my teacher she described it and sent it to me by e-mail and now I send you guarantee that I will make fun!!!! oi edu After I ate you, my pupil, after Edu, my pupil, ate me, because this is the truth, I did nothing and succumbed to the hands of that little man, I did not think of anything else. In the days that followed, in our classes, there was a super strange atmosphere between us. Incredibly, it was great to fuck him, but it created a barrier, a ceremony, I don't know... and this had never happened to me with any man. I tried to evaluate my behavior in those days and ended up justifying the teacher-student relationship. Maybe I felt partly responsible for him, who knows. But that kind of thing didn't sit well with me... When I realized, I hadn't fucked for a week. Absurd thing!!! My neighbors called me asking when we were going to climb, and I said that soon, but I didn't get excited at all. All I thought about was Eduardo and what had happened to us. I would recall in detail everything that happened, the excitement I felt, his excitement and audacity, and I would masturbate thinking and remembering. It became an obsession, and I needed to fuck that boy again, find out what made me this way and why. Without being able to touch upon the subject with him at school it became difficult to get a close up there, it seemed like everyone was getting the hang of it, even though it was just an impression. Until one Friday night I couldn't take it anymore and I called the school. I identified myself as the teacher of the morning shift and asked them to look in the office file for the phone of the student Eduardo S. Paiva (false name, of course) because I had found his documents in the middle of the street and I was worried and wanted to warn him not to spend the weekend worried. And immediately they gave me his two home numbers. When I called, he wasn't home, he had gone to the academy. Immediately I was imagining that sweaty, healed body next to me. I left my number and asked him to call me saying that she was a friend from school. So the person who answered gave me his cell number. I called but the machine rang and rang and no one answered. Probably in some abandoned backpack. I sat anxiously by my phone waiting for it to ring. I'd lie on the couch listening to soft music in the middle of the night and I'd be stirring my ice cream as I remembered their words... and the phone wouldn't ring... I started to get desperate, so I called my cell phone again, and nothing. It had been a short time, but the impression I had was that it had been hours and hours. I had to have that boy that night anyway, it was a matter of life or death for me. Until in the middle of all that longing, the phone rang. - Hello! <unk> I spoke out of breath Hello, can you hear me? - Yes, who is it? - Hi... I found several calls on my cell phone, who is this? - Edu, this is Marina, chemistry teacher... - Hey... are you okay? - All right, I wanted to talk to you... I was shaking, I was nervous, I didn't know what to say, can you believe it?!? Marina, wait a minute, the battery's dying, I'll call from a public phone... - It's all right. I hung up and panicked... "Will he make it? Will he call? Will... The phone rings again. I take a deep breath and answer with a more controlled voice and certainly with a more seductive tone. - Edu? No, this is Michel. Who the fuck was Michel? _ Who do you want to talk to??? <unk> screaming!!! - What do you mean? - Don't fuck, there's no Clarice here, take it in the ass! That wasn't me! Phone on the hook. Anxiety, nail biting, rapid breathing, eyes fixed on the device. What are you doing here? - The marina? - How are you? - Were you busy? - It was a mistake... And then all of a sudden, you're mute. Marina, are you still there? _ Edu... I... I... I wanted to... (I stuttering ???) - You may speak, I'm listening... _ Can you come to my house now? Why, what happened? I stopped everything, took another deep breath and returned to my reality, automatically tucked my hand inside my panties and felt my mealy-mouthed grill and became me again. - I want you... now... can it be? There was a pause. In a totally relaxed voice he replied: - Um... it took... why did you wait so long? A sigh of relief!!! - I don't know... but can you come? - Give me the address... I gave him my address, and he said he'd be home in half an hour, tops. When I hung up the phone, everything that was going to happen started dancing around in my head... and ...... Thirty-eight minutes later... The intercom is ringing. It was Edu, and I pulled the electronic doorbell, and he went up... The bell is ringing. I, dressed in a super-transparent baby dool matching a micro panties, opened the door. You know how he got in? Bermuda khaki, black T-shirt, slippers, and with his hard cock out, pointing at laughing forward! And when I saw that scene, I smiled and I let him in, and we kissed, and he sat on the couch with that stick out, like it was the most normal thing in the world. - Would you like something to drink? I just got out of the gym, it was just time to take a shower and tell my parents that I was going to sleep at a friend's house. You've thought of everything... and you're already inviting yourself to sleep in my house, the abused one! We went into the kitchen, he freaked out... when we got there he grabbed me from behind, he leaned all the way on my back, just like he described in class, with his left arm he squeezed me against him and with his right he took his hand and shoved it inside my bikini and started playing with my grill. - Um... this bouquet is all molasses... how delicious! I've been trying to talk to you for hours. Now I'm here and I'm gonna give this little girl a lot of love... And saying that he kept exploring my grill with his fingers, up and down. I felt like I was going to faint. I couldn't control my actions or my reactions. Then with his left hand he took the water and still clinging to me without taking his hand from inside my panties was guiding me into the room. I was ripping off my panties, laying on the couch and spreading my legs while looking into my eyes, sticking my fingers into my bouquet and asking if it was hot, squeezing my brace, stretching, and looking at my bouquet and saying that it was beautiful and hot. And for the first time I held his pipe in my hand. What a delightful thing. The moment I touched the stick, it jumped in my hand. It seemed that the cock had a life of its own. I caressed his cock with all the affection and pleasure, making circular movements while simulating a punch. Hand on the pipe, hand on the bottle and kiss on the mouth. Is there anything better? We stayed like this for a while, until he got up and passed the pipe on my lips as if it were a lipstick. I opened my mouth and put my tongue out a little. I did not lick his pipe. He caressed my tongue with the cock. More and more I was surrendered to that boy, doing everything he directed... I did not take any initiative, as if I were an inexperienced woman. At first it bothered me but then I relaxed and began to enjoy everything. Why did I always have to be the experienced whore? Why could I not just be a woman surrendered to the pleasures of a man's body from time to time? I began to like the situation and I became more feminine, but dengue, more demanding... wanting more... As we caressed each other, we looked at each other and laughed, enjoying that moment of intimacy too much, we were in no hurry to fuck, we wanted to feel everything as much as possible. I got used to men treating me like a whore, and as much as I loved it, I was having way too much fun being treated just like a female, with a lot of affection. And he was kissing me, and at one point, he was lying on the couch, and he put me on top of him, and I opened my mouth wide enough to lean on his dick, and I was rubbing myself on that cock, and all I could feel was his dick on my throat, and I was sitting on top of him, and I was rolling, and he was stroking my breasts, and he was like, Goddamn woman... I've been so horny all these days... I almost went crazy thinking I wasn't gonna fuck you anymore... I also... was looking forward to being with you like this, I was waiting for you to come to me, and I ended up thinking that you didn't want... You attacked me, you gave me the bouquet, of course I thought that if you wanted more you'd call me, I was devastated thinking that you didn't like it, that I did something wrong. You fucked me deliciously and I want to fuck more, much more. So he took me to my room, unmade the bed, asked for pillows, and told me to lie down. He left the light on saying he wanted to see my bouquet. He lay down on the bed and shook his pipe at me. I lay down on my side, and I began to suck his pipe with my legs open so that he could be stirring in my pipe. He squeezed my grate, caressed, and everything began to heat up in my bowels. I sucked his pipe desperately, but before joking he took it out and began to suck my pipe as well. So we had the first fun of the night. We were relaxing in bed in each other's arms, and moved by the same desire we began to caress each other again as we talked. Kisses, caresses, and hard cock again... So I asked him to wait for me for a while, and I went to the bathroom, and I took a menthol gel that I had bought at sexy-shopping, and I put a layer on the bottle. I got back on the bed, I gave him one more blow job to make sure he was hard, and I rode him. I'd slowly rub the fuck on my gelatinous ice cream, and as the product adhered to the mucous membrane of the cock's head, he'd feel the ice cream penetrate the stick. So I was sticking the stick in the hot tub and he felt the difference in temperature. The feeling of ice cream came from inside the stick, but outside it was warmed by my tub. Oh... how delicious! It seems that my dick is growing without stopping... Meanwhile the gel was also increasing my hard-on and I was rolling hard on his dick. Then he desperately turned around and sat on top of me, and he opened my legs wide, and he was beating his dick into my pocket, but when he pulled his stick out, he was pulling it up, so that the dick's body massaged my grill hard. How Eduardo knew how to fuck! Suddenly he scoffed, but as the stick was still half hard, I turned myself back upon it and I boiled and rubbed my grill on it until it scoffed too. So we're up until, like, 3:00 in the morning, just fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking. Finally, we were tired, so we took a bath and got ready for bed. I haven't slept with a man in years, especially in my bed. A man for me was only for fucking, sleeping I didn't have the courage. I felt the feeling of being unprotected, I didn't trust any man to sleep with me, however, Eduardo invited himself to sleep and I didn't even question it. I even liked it. We slept in each other's arms until seven o'clock Saturday morning. I woke up before him, with the bouquet already on alert wanting more. I went to the bathroom, took a shower, a cup of coffee and ... bedroom!!! When I got there, Edu was asleep with his dick hard, like a boyfriend I had said, a man wakes up with a hard-on for pee, but the scene was extremely beautiful! I climbed into bed very slowly so as not to wake him, and I began to lick his cock very slowly... as I licked, he began to groan, and he opened his eyes smiling and asking if he had died and was in heaven... That was the best wake-up call I've ever had in my life. Always licking his dick, I'd turn around and put my bucket in his mouth, too, and he'd do his job, suck me off, and to my surprise, he'd say, Now I'm going to do something I wanted to do last night... He turned my body upside down, put his hands on my ass and opened my ass. With his tongue, he licked my groin and my ass until it was well moist. With his fingers, he would take the moisture from the bottle and pass it on the ass, until he stood up and began to penetrate me. Meanwhile, I was jerking off as he kicked and pulled his dick out of my ass. He poked me softly, deliciously, as if he wanted to give me pleasure, not for a moment to hurt me. And I'd ask if it was tasty... So we fucked a little bit more, however, he had a commitment to the school volleyball team, and so our fucking was interrupted. But we promised each other we'd still fuck a lot of other times. How I miss that day!