I 'll be right back .

Hello!This is my second story, where I narrate a period of my adolescence that was lived among women (professional friends of my mother), educators at the school where I studied and to whom I attribute the fact that until today I have a stronger sexual attraction for mature women.
In the previous story, I told about Cristina. She was a lovely woman in her early 40s who served as school coordinator and my main muse at that time.
But there was also Amelia, who was the school secretary and besides being the oldest of the three muses (Cristina, Amélia and Eliane), approaching 50 years at that time, she certainly attracted a 14- or 15-year-old boy by her way of dressing and behaving. Super outgoing and talkative, Amelia didn't look her age at all. She was invariably tucked into tight-fitting jeans revealing a well-defined buttocks firm and large with tiny pantyhose markings always visible underneath the jeans.
She must have liked white blouses, for I seldom saw her wearing other colours over her well-decked and pointed breasts, though a little drooping with time.... she always made sure to leave at least three buttons of the blouse loose on top so that the inner sides of her bosoms surrounded by hunched up bras would be in full view. Of course that voluptuous crown and very advanced behavior for the time realized how I made this boy (me) stubborn every time we met.... And she was never in that way half "false" like Cristina, he never wanted to make a professional one with me, and always had fun provoking me sexually when we met.
But we were rarely alone, and Amélia was so brazen in her whore-like way that even when my mother (who was the headmistress) was around she would make fun of me all the time and speak plainly to my mom about how hard I'd be on myself which is something my mum took for granted laughing at and even joking with her telling her to take care or else I'll end up tracing it down. As my mother walked out of the room following that hint about me masturbating to Amelia, she and I were alone for a few minutes inside her desk, and it was there that she first gave me an open doorway into more intimate conversation including subtle but sensual physical contact... She came very close and leaned her breasts on my shoulder while whispering in my ear "So you're a puncher? Without stopping to think about anything, and encouraged by the way things were going between me and Cristina, I went straight into hugging her and sticking my hard dick in her thighs while passing my other hand over her tough, plentiful breasts saying "of course yes, With a face, expression and whore voice even more pronounced than her normal one she was clearly excited by the idea of being an object of fantasy for that boy (me), who must have been something attractive to judge from his relative success among my mother's friends, and who besides all else was the son of "the boss", representing at once a greater risk than any other student but also an interesting challenge and more 'familiar' to her given the intimacies which she knew I had known about him from following up on conversations between those many crowned friendships They included (despite my presence) some spicy details of their sexual lives, something in which Amelia was the main protagonist because she was constantly telling others about her escapades with various guys that she tried to turn into boyfriends but could easily be noticed by such conversations who were just partners with whom she had sex alternately. Amelia, in these confessions to her friends that I sometimes witnessed told very intimate details of their sex life always talking about how big the guys' dicks were, how long they had it with each other, if she made fun of them, whether they sucked well or stopped giving oral to her often boasting "I didn't suck his cock because he wouldn't blow me too, what are you thinking, equal rights"...
She had a slightly more pronounced man-sperm streak, and she made that very clear in her conversations with friends... The interesting thing is that she would tell this to her friends (usually it was chats where my mother, Cristina and Eliane were listening to her and I stood there next to them pretending to play with some cart or ball while they chattered), and at first didn't seem bothered by my presence - you should think that I wouldn't even understand what was being said there - but after a while I realized that she started noticing my dissimulation and my interest in those stories of hers. At the beginning of our conversation, I pretended to be joking but kept an eye on him at all times and paid extreme attention to his words and indiscreet questions from others (including my mother), who always wanted to hear some spicier detail more... Secondly because in 90% of cases my clothing was only shorts, even a blind man would easily notice that my dick throbbed as a consequence of such chatter ... And that erection wasn't just noticed by Amelia, many times the other crowns even my mother would die laughing saying it was easy to understand why I liked being there so much when they were talking pointing at my hard cock and doubled over in laughter always concluding that it wouldn't take long for me
On one of those occasions where I was caught with a hard stick listening to Amelia's stories, shortly after being used by the present (on that day only my mother, Amélia and Cristina) as an object of humor and contempt, my mother got up saying she needed to make a quick leap to school (next door from our house), pick up some document which had been forgotten and would be back soon. The other two sat there at table waiting for her return.
As soon as my mother left, I noticed Amelia and Cristina whispering, laughing and looking at me from the side... At that time, I was already well advanced in this teenage prostitution (amassos) with Christina, although there had not yet been any event of direct contact with genitals between us except over clothes. This was about a month (two tops) before the school party where Cristina first punched me, as described in the previous story.
As soon as my mother left the room, they called me over to their side and both of them kept an eye on my hard-on underneath my shorts. And right away they started asking if I was having a hard time because of what I had heard, whether it wasn't uncomfortable for me, what would I do to get through that, etc.
I told them at once that it was not only because of the chatter which I had heard, but also that this caused erection as well. But mainly my desire came from seeing both women there, for they gave me a lot of excitement and I always wished to lose my virginity with one or both until... And in an unthinking gesture, I used my hands to pull down the shorts and show both of them my tough-ass teenage face by keeping my left hand gripping the elastic band on the underwear and using my right hand to grab a stick and slowly simulate a fistfight.
Not surprisingly, Cristina's cheeks flushed red with the situation and she acted puritanical. She began to say that I was confusing things; my mother would be back soon and wouldn't want me doing this in a harsh tone of voice while Amelia, whore as she was, had a beautiful smile on her face like an erection... Without thinking about it at all, I blurted out to Christina that she didn't have anything to worry about because when she opened the door she would hear from Mother, and besides, there wasn't much moral value left for her in reprimanding me without giving any reason why. To break the mood, she got up in a cowardly way and said that she was going to the bathroom. I kept my dick outside under Amelia's smug gaze. When Critina closed the door of the toilet which stood nearby, Amélia signaled me to come closer, and as soon as it had reached her asked me to take my cock, and in response I moved as close as possible to her, leaving the fuck not only within reach of her hands but mostly just centimeters from her face....
She was amused by this situation, and whispered that I should not tell anyone about it. That my mother and Cristina were two "square" crowns and that I shouldn't call them. And she made little caresses with her hands on my dick, saying he was very beautiful and attractive. but given my age and super hard-on, it was just her giving him a couple of sucks that I exploded laughing in his mouth, scaring the hell out of her with an excruciating groan on a surprised face. In one first reaction she took off my dick's mouth but within seconds made an expression to have confirmed that this was indeed a joke from me, then immediately put back into my stick which she swallowed up almost the bag without any difficulty, and was gobbling down jets of fuck (reasonable volume only for her age). But we were still in that process of her trying to get the fuck out, when we heard Cristina's discharge and then a faucet popping open... so we got sloppy and I was putting my shorts back into their proper position while Amelia used her fingertips on her lips to pick up any leftover shit. But she didn't notice that a good shower of sperm had fallen on the collar of her blouse, which even though it was white, did not disguise much from this jelly-like acorn that fell there, making the surroundings of the fuck mark the fabric of the shirt in a darker tone, as if water had dropped here...
Cristina opened the door and went back into the room, sitting opposite Amelia. I had already started playing with a ball by throwing it against the wall of the room about 3 meters away from them ... Christina came saying "ah, good that you were able to this boy, his mother would go crazy if she saw him showing himself like that for us", That's when Cristina saw the dick on Amelia's blouse, and she was horrified, accusing her friend of having done something to me in an attempt to embarrass Amélia. She ran into the bathroom to clean up after seeing Christina pointing fingers at the cock on her blouse using a tactic of laughing and calling the other woman crazy that it wasn't anything. When Amélia went inside and locked herself in there, Cristina called me and wanted to know exactly what I had rolled over there. And I told her everything, and said that it would have been better if she had done this for me, and then I grabbed hold of her and crawled up from the chair trying to kiss her on the mouth passing my hands over her breasts buttocks and ass while showing some false effort to free herself... She wouldn't let me kiss her, but whispered in my ear that I couldn't fool around with Amelia because if there was anyone here who could be a "friend",
A few weeks later, after winning Cristina's hand job at the high school party and seeing Christina become much more sexually accessible to me after my little fling with Amelia (jealous???), I had a new opportunity to be alone with Amélia. They left there at 7:00 p.m., and they certainly wouldn't be back until midnight, my parents anyway, because my two sisters would definitely leave Grandpa's house for a ride straight home the next morning.
I was alone, listening to music in the living room and took a chance on getting some dirty magazines from my bedroom so that we could have sex on our sofa. I loved those very explicit magazines with pictures showing closets of vaginal penetration, anal, double or oral intercourse and especially making fun of girls' faces... And what I really liked most, and always started the ritual of punching there were erotic stories by readers which I would eagerly read because it gave me an enormous hard-on ... I liked to read mostly the stories (at that time, nowadays I'm more adept at incest tales involving stepfathers and stepdaughters) of young guys eating women crowns, especially when the plot was about boys who rather than starring in the story taking initiative by tracing the crowns were almost victims of mature women with extreme libido. I know how to fuck... As I read such stories, my mind would wander and wish that a crown like Cristina's or Amélia's Or Eliane's Would put me in the same situation where I was their pupil...
Around 8:00 p.m., I was lying naked on the living room couch, flipping through magazines to fix them open in pictures that had more appeal for me and slowly punching myself with my hand when there was a knock at the door so I quickly closed up the magazines and threw them underneath the sofa while looking for shorts to answer the door as they called from outside "Rose are you here?" I shouted at her, "I'm going to open the door Aunt", and since my shorts were nowhere to be found I decided to unlock it naked taking care of hiding myself behind the door showing only my face... she was a real hard-on in tiny knit shortcuts hair stuck into pony tail revealing a neck that would make any vampire burst for liters wanting to bite him while her breasts were squeezed into a tiny regatta blouse which showed off her belly button. She smiled at me, and asked for my mother. I muttered to her that they had gone out and I was alone but would love it if she came in because I needed to talk with her....
She forced the door open without saying anything, and I continued to walk behind it hiding myself until she was already inside the room and then I closed the door again and revealed myself to her naked... Her reaction was hilarious, laughed a lot and called me an asshole ... But did not resist my grip and immediately responded with my tongue kiss, which only interrupted vaguely to ask if my parents would arrive soon, letting our eager hands stroll over each other's bodies in fury ... By the time I realized it, she was already sucking on her breasts which were revealed when I pulled up her blouse and removed my leather-bound bra while my other hand rubbed against her mouthpiece underneath her shorts and panties as she punched me violently with one hand...
I dragged her over to the couch where I laid her down and could see on her face a very horny expression... That look inside her eyes lasted only a few seconds, and I was soon using my hands on her knees to stretch out her legs. And falling down onto the couch with my knee in front of me... Amelia would turn her face and back, stiffened her pelvis and rubbed the bottle on my face. She soon began to moan loudly announcing that she was making fun of me... It was the first time I had felt a woman's scorn in my face,
Even without my dick being touched in that initial moment, I almost laughed at her reaction to the mockery... When she moved my head away so I could relax from the intense mocking, I immediately stood up and took the stick for her to suck, and it fell out of her mouth in a way unforgettable until today. And again he didn't even take two minutes to make me laugh, this time with a strong joke, back then I am sure it was the most abundant fun I ever had,
It was finally time to lose my virginity for good, and as soon as I'd finished making fun of her mouth while still super hard... pushed her over the shoulders so she could lie down on the couch... and squeezed myself between her thighs... placing my stiff dick in front of her pussy without asking permission or caring about any notion of gentleness.... We fucked each other in the mommy-and-daddy position for a while, until she started acting out of control and saying some words that didn't make any sense at all, just to imply I had never hit anyone with such an erection before, my dick was as hard as it has ever been or folded anything on its side. And then he began shaking and twitching like crazy, clearly mocking again, The good motherfucker, who sneezed away covering her breasts and getting a slap all the way up to her neck. And she used her hands to rub his whole fucking body...
Things are so fast at that age in sex, it hadn't even lasted 15 minutes before. She and I have made out twice already, my dick is still hard as if nothing happened... We must have spent two or three minutes breathing heavily in each other's arms and still with our dick inside her xana, not moving at all. And we talked a little bit about how much time we had before my parents arrived.
Judging by the appearance of that ass, she must have been experienced in this subject because it was well curled up. But given my lack of experience, I tried to get there for a while, helping with her hands directing but did not enter more than his head, much discomfort since as said in the previous story, I still knew nothing or very little about lubrication. It didn't take long and amidst all those attempts I ended spitting on her butt even without having inserted.
She kind of impatiently asked me to suck her again, which I did, ripping a beautiful new orgasm out of that crown. After she had mocked it, she laughed and told me how much she loved it, trusting that I wouldn't tell anyone about it and needed to go away....She got up naked in the hair making my cock throbbing with excitement at the sight of this super furrowed bouquet of hers and went into the bathroom where she washed herself then returned to the room and started dressing. Feeling as if she was leaving, I grabbed her back and boiled on her for more. She gently pulled me away, kissed and allowed a tasty cuddle with the right Homeric handshakes but said it would have to be another time... I begged for at least one more blowjob which she found by sitting on the couch and groping me until an even shallower enjoyment came over without much delay.... Then she told me that there was just one last little thing she had in mind doing on myself before leaving, something she'd always wanted to do but never got around to.... After sucking my ass for a while, he used his hand to shove one of his little fingers up my butt. It was the first time that I felt my prostate being touched -- which is new and very strange because it made me feel like I'm going to urinate but as my dick stayed so hard down there underneath my belly with her punching him violently, this urine sensation soon turned into spurts stimulated by anal contact with lots of fucking jets spewing out from me and then captured by her mouth in an incredible juggling act.
In a lot of pain from my first anal experience, and ecstatic about the different deep enjoyment I'd had, I was kind of lethargic on the couch and all I could see her do is kiss me goodbye with some ass-kissing, licking my arse and poking at my dick to clean up after herself until she walked out the door and disappeared. She told me to tell Mom that she would be there early tomorrow morning so we can go to the beach together.
After that first fuck with Amelia where I actually lost my virginity, we've had a few more dates and fucked each other but none as complete or fun as this one. We got to - right after that day - fuck in the sea on beach trips with my parents together, pretending we were playing underwater without anyone noticing that those games always started with dives to go under each other's legs (when they both took advantage of putting their hands into one another's genitals and even for brief licks and sucking under water), and evolved into my hugs from behind her by removing the bikini and sticking your stick in xanax, punching until mockery. She confessed to me several times that she was a woman who gave much and had many partners, including some of them being more "complete" than I in terms of dick size , control enjoyment ... But she still loved giving it to me because every time I ate her, she enjoyed herself faster and stronger than with anyone else in my life. Because of the extreme potency of my erection... She said that when I got into her, I was always reminded of a story that I had read at the time, about Madonna telling what her best orgasm in life had been, and she told me it'd been with a 14-year-old neighbor who, given the extreme horniness she identified in him, he just put into it something she already enjoyed.
All things considered, Amelia was a crown muse of my adolescence who had with me a much more superficial relationship from an emotional point of view than Cristina, but with a far more significant sexual outcome (mainly for the loss of virginity), being a woman much freer and determined than Cristina. Although Amelia was more visually strained than Cristina, and had a body that for any boy of 14 or 15 years provoked an enormous hard-on, her behavioural attitude (of whore) did not allow me to feel anything about it except physical hardness, while Cristina combined the physical hardship with an emotional component at the same time, created in me a desire to be with her beyond the time intended for prostitution. I used to overtly tell Cristina about my moments with Amelia, but she'd get a little jealous whenever we talked about it, so I put that aside and only used it when I wanted her sensitized into spending time with me and giving me some leeway, like "oh if you don't do this then I will go after Amélia", which usually worked.
But it turned out that my third involvement with a crown (Eliane, math teacher) began precisely through conversations between me and her about my engagement to Amelia. Eliane started "eating by the edges", allowing me to gradually delve into the details of my experiences with Amelia, initially showing herself as a confidante capable of helping me improve my performance with women in general (always focused on Amélia), until she opened up more and more slowly, until we reached a level of sexual involvement that although it was shorter in duration (only 1 year against 3 for Cristina and 2 for Amélia) and only had between three and five moments of total intimacy, ended up being a much deeper and remarkable engagement in my sex life ...
I'm counting on the sequence...