Having sex with an ex-student

My computer student, my love!

A long time ago, I dated a girl who was madly in love with me. You know those crazy passions that just remembering them makes you want to cry? Well, unfortunately this is the passion I had for Mallane (a fictitious name to preserve my great passion). Dating her was something so pleasurable for me that she wasn't only the most important thing in my life but it was my own life. Even though I am almost past 30, I behaved like an adolescent looking for first love.

She had been my computer science student, and after three years in a very unpretentious meeting just to talk we fell madly in love. Even though I was already a mature man of about 30 years old, I behaved before her like an adolescent looking for the first kiss, the first crush. It didn't take long for me to be stroking those little smelly breasts. By that time, some five months into our courtship, I had caressed her delicious but always wet cheekbones. I felt beautiful when she made fun on my fingers. I closed my eyes and got soft. She also punched me very hot, making fun of me many times and one time to prove the woman's malice she was sliding down my body until he opened his mouth on my dick and sucked it really nice. It was an extraordinarily erotic scene: that beautiful girl with green eyes and little angel face with my cock all stuck in her mouth. But amazingly enough I could never make a joke into her mouth nor did I even manage to unclench it. My emotion was too great. Well, if with my current wife it was enough for one night to fuck her all the time in the bathroom and kitchen, I never could fulfill my role as a lover. Always let myself get carried away by emotion and couldn't have an erection 100%. My passion reaches beyond self-control. Time passed and after nine months she decided to end. My world collapsed. I did not know what to do with my life. I had given everything to her, my dreams and my hope of living. I used to sing a song from Fevers, which said: "...even the tears and rain and sunshine you commanded when once my sky darkened I saw that you were lying"... But all right, she would survive. Almost four years later she married a guy who had been living with someone for 12 years and unfortunately it was not a happy marriage. My passion is over (otherwise I'd have gotten sick), but the craving to hold her in my arms wasn't finished yet. But I still nurtured this fantasy as something to realize in my life, even if I was old and could only touch it with my tongue or/and fingers.

My dream didn't take long to come true. One day I met her in the city center. She was no longer that beautiful girl with whom I had fallen in love some time ago. But she still looked pretty and quite appetizing. Still maintained a nice body, with that pointed ass which left me full of secondary and tertiary intentions. The whole excitement rose up again that afternoon. We talked for a little while and she told me that it was my free evening, that your daughter was with her mother. I saw that the way was open for realizing my great fantasy and decided to risk everything. Besides, I had nothing to lose. I started to tell her that all the time we were apart, I never stopped thinking about this passion that one day we had, of being alone together and making out with each other a little bit, touching, caressing, loving. Of course she understood where I was going. As if she didn't want to be hurt by that line of reasoning, after lowering her head, she began crying. Without understanding anything and knowing that I needed to do something so as not to see her so sad, I tried to have some conversation when she asked me to take her away from there. But we had nowhere else to go, and besides that the risk of being seen by someone I knew was very great. We were both married. Because we were in downtown, right across from us there was an awning -- those used for guarding motel entrances -- so I didn't think twice about it; at first she probably did not even realize what we had done. So I led her hand-in-hand into one of the rooms in this hotel, telling her that we would be safe and could talk. She started crying, and as I held her in my arms she began to tell me that the marriage was going from bad to worse. Her husband no longer paid any attention to her; he was a troglodyte who only took advantage of her and the money she earned; there were no prospects for life etc. In an attempt to console her, I stroked her hair, pulled her chin looking into her tearful eyes drying them off. Unable to resist, I began caressing them by placing a little of my thumb in her mouth and she started sucking softly with sensuality always looking me straight into the eyes. I went closer and gave her a nice long kiss which she promptly returned. Her breath was gasping. My kisses came down over her neck going up to hers on top of her handkerchief-lined blouse. I pulled away from it and pulled up onto her bra. Now I had sight of her naked breasts that were delicious and begging for suckling. That's what I did. It was very pleasant to be there, as if by magic, fulfilling what had been the greatest erotic fantasy of my life. I held myself together so that it wouldn't become an unforgettable moment for me. I knew I should make this a unique and memorable one. I sucked each little breast gently while holding onto her long pink nipples with my tongue wrapped around them, taking in long sighs. She involuntarily caressed my dick which she wanted to pull out from underneath my trousers, and since I never wear panties, masturbating frantically. She would not stop staring at me, at my movements. After completely removing her blouse and bra, I got rid of my pants, leaving only the shoe and shirt. She soon now turned her attention to my super hard cock with a shiny head that coveted it with gluttony and very, very horny. Seeming to guess my thoughts, she was getting closer and closer, trying to feel the heat and smell of my tool, applying light kisses as if analyzing its anatomy. But I realized that she was killing nostalgia. Putting it back in my eyes, she went looking into his mouth and sucked him now sufferingly. She swallowed it all and kept punching me on the lips. Marriage had taught her to make miseries with a man. I said that she needed to empty herself out, in order to contain all the desire of this moment, so as to reason better. Once again she showed sensitivity and experience in the art of loving. Sketching a slight smile and looking at mine, he increased the rhythm of that wonderful breastfeeding when I told him that she was going to taste my little bed, that I would give her my warm milk, that she would taste my honey, my joy, my accumulated thirst. I asked her to drink it all, prove my love for me that I never wanted to give her. While I was enjoying myself like there's no end in sight, she sucked the whole thing out and cleaned me up again. We had nothing to say. The smell of sex permeated this motel room. So I pulled off his jeans, his black lace panties, and saw for the first time a pussy he only felt underneath the bedsheets: beautiful with few hairs, strong female scent on heat, a crazy vagina to be sucked, fucked and made fun of -- which is what I did. I began a light sucking by her big lips, stopping at her clitoris which I sipped with passion. In the first seconds I felt the sweet taste of her first enjoyment. Then another one came and yet another, and I was drinking in that cup of love. Opening my eyes she spoke to me: come fuck me hot, eat me as I always wanted you to eat me, do for me what my husband's horn does not, don't leave me helpless, love me, devour me, fill me full of roll, make me your wife, your whore, your mistress. I leaned gently against the red head of mine in that swollen and wet bush, gradually slipping into it with pleasure. I felt on my dick the contractions of this fiery needy woman who seemed not to have seen a roll for a long time. I began the movements back and forth, rhythmic and firm. I applied long deep strokes, tearing out moans and requests from her "more", "fucks me" , she leaves me clogged up with rolled-up ", more... will enjoy ... am going to enjoy .... touza goooaaa....ando". After she told me I could have fun inside, that I wanted to feel my little milk in her bowels, I enjoyed it long and abundantly. We almost fainted. Looking for a better comfort and rest, he turned over on the bed with his back towards me, showing off that ass which I so much admired and felt horny about. I looked at this small red button, which opened up to me as if asking for affection from me. I felt my stick give life sign, I started a subtle massage of her shoulders, hips, stopping more on her buttocks. While I was caressing her, my fingers were trying to find her asshole in which I would subtly insert a little bit of my thumb. That seemed to rekindle it because by spreading its legs more widely, it writhed again saying that it looked nice. Asking me to look into her eyes, she said: "Since you weren't the first one who ate my bucket, I want you to be the first to eat my bundle. Go ahead and eat it; my pussy is still virgin. But go slow, I am afraid it might hurt"... Moving her legs further apart, I now had only this virgin ass for myself who winked at me as if he was asking to fuck him very well. After kissing and licking a little bit, I lubricated it with KY along with my already hard cock. The penetration was slow and pleasurable. She didn't complain about anything. On the contrary, she just told me that she did not know how much fun cooking is, that I would always eat your butt, which you were going to give to me, that you wanted me to put even eggs in there, which looked really good. I lifted her up slightly and began caressing her clitoris. It was water drop. She was the one who moved now. Her movements were frenzied and erotic; her warm, soft cock swallowed and caressed my dick. It didn't take many moves for us to enter into an extraordinary orgasm -- the biggest I had ever experienced in life, which she later confided to me is also the largest that she has ever had. After a good rest, talking amenities and fondling each other as well as not wanting to miss anything from this unique moment we arrived at a delicious sixty-nine where we enjoy and drink of each others pleasure. We said good-bye three hours later, knowing that after this day our lives would undergo great changes.