Eliane , please .

I've already published two short stories about my teenage sexual experiences with mature women (Cristina and Amelia), seeking to justify my attraction to older women.
After initiating sexual contact with bastards that from an adult's point of view are "light" contacts with Cristina, I had a parallel relationship to the first with another crown, Amelia, who was a secretary at the school where my mother was the principal and I studied.
As I told in the previous text (Amélia), it was frequent for me to witness conversations of sexual content between the friends of the school - my mother, Cristina, Amélia and Eliane. The greatest storyteller in these chat sessions between women was Amélia, who gave very intimate details of her sexual relations. And Eliane, in turn, was the most curious interlocutor of all, I think closely followed by my mother ... The two listened to Amélia tell her stories and at all times interrupted her in search of more sordid details. While my mother focused her questions on the most innocent and typical themes of new girls, asking Amélia about topics such as the size of the subject, whether she would fuck him or not, what kind of hope, etc., Eliane was the most lonely in her madness illustrated by her questions, always leaving Amélia looking for the most intimate details of her sexual relationships, I think closely followed by my mother ... After the two listened to Amélia tell her stories and at all times interrupted her in search of more sordid details. While my mother focused her questions on the most innocent and typical themes of new girls, asking Amélia about topics such as the size of the subject, whether she would fuck him, what kind of hope, etc., Eliane was the greatest storyteller of these chat sessions among women, etc. The greatest storyteller was Amélia, who gave the most intimate details of her sexual relations, and I think, I think, very closely followed very closely by my mother... After the conversation with Amélia was the topics of Amélia was the subject of the subject of the situation, as she wanted to explain the situation, even the subject was the subject of the situation, by using the subject of the subject of the subject was the subject of the subject was too much confusion of the subject was the subject of the subject of the subject, the subject was the subject was the subject of the subject of the subject was the subject of the subject was the subject was the subject of the subject was the subject of the subject of the question of the subject was the subject of the subject of the subject was the subject was the question of the question of the question of the question of the question of the subject was the question of the question of the subject was the question of the question of the question of
I confess that when I was 15 years old, when I heard that embarrassed confession of Eliane, I understood little. I was still in such a situation of sexual ignorance, that I did not know that women masturbated like men. I even imagined that girls also had a way of punching, but the mechanics of it seemed so surreal to me that I could not visualize what female masturbation would be like. I had heard some conversations of the other boys, some saying that it was the nipples that they caressed as we do with the penis, up and down ... others said that they used objects like bananas, candles, and the like, to get into the rain. And from my middle sister I had learned the notion that she used the water jug to forcefully gush on the xanin ... but until I saw how she told stories or heard anything more in detail, I could not visualize what female masturbation would be like. I had heard some conversations of the other boys, some saying that it was the nipples that they caressed as we do with the penis, up and down ... others said that they used objects like bananas, candles, and the like, to get into the rain.
Eliane was my mathematics teacher. She was a crown nearing 40 years old at the time, a very typical descendant of Germans, with red hair, blue eyes, whitish skin. Tall (more than 1.75 I think) and slender, with breasts barely revealed by the discreet clothes she wore, but which whenever they were revealed by postural accidents made it very clear that they were of the most ideal size for my taste, average, enough to fill my small hand in the shape of a shell. Her chest was covered with freckles on the white fur but that soon became very red with anything that put Eliane in a state of discomfort, whether it was shame, irritation, joy... she just changed her mood, and her cheeks, chest and arms became very red.
Regarding her lower appearance, it was also difficult to have opportunities to visualize her xana and her butt, since she usually wore longer blouses, which ended up covering her hips to below the groin. But often when she wrote on the blackboard, or when she sat at her desk, I could capture beautiful visuals of that German woman who was more modest than the other crowns I knew. She could fool many people by not presenting herself as attractive to anyone's unpretentious eyes, but she could not fool me, who soon knew that under that modesty there was a stout little girl who must be a fuck.
In addition to all this, Eliane had another characteristic that distinguished her from both Cristina and Amelia, and that for me was the greatest source of excitement in relation to her. Her conversation and her mannerisms in dialogue were gentle, captivating, always giving the impression that she was a trustworthy person for any subject, and that left me with a feeling of being intimate with each other, she always seemed to be like a "drain" of my most guarded secrets, she showed herself as someone always wanting to know more about everything....
Since she was the teacher representing our class, and since I was the incarnate student leader, we ended up having several situations of being alone in the classroom, when she would punish me during recess, and she would stay there with me, to make sure that I didn't leave the room. But even when she made the decision to punish me she seemed furious, red as a pepper, as soon as the room was empty and there were only the two of us, she would sit next to me and have a conversation.
And these conversations soon turned to sexual topics, mainly recalling conversations that I had heard between friends (her, Cristina, Amélia and my mother) in my house. Soon she would joke about the fact that they always noticed my erections during those conversations between them, even ironizing my mother's comments about my habit of masturbating as soon as they were gone (although always indirectly, never clearly).
Adopting a speech of a friend, like an older sister, she began to question me (subtly) about how true it was that I masturbated after they left, wanting to know if in addition to those situations I also masturbated other times during the day ... I was always very truthful in my answers to her, and I told her about my masturbations motivated by their papers, including giving details about always being more than one until the cock calmed down a little. She also spoke that I masturbated several times a day, because I felt horny with immense ease, a colleague was enough to see a sexier woman on TV, or in a magazine, or even when I saw my sisters with little clothes. She was astonished asking if I really masturbated thinking about feeling my sisters, and I confirmed that I said yes, and that my older sister was the second most exciting woman in my life ... there she was the first one who wanted to know, and I always tried to be very truthful in my answers to her, and I told her about my masturbations motivated by their papers, including giving details about always being more than one until the cock calmed down a little bit. She also talked about that I masturbated several times a day, because I felt horny with a colleague on TV, or in a magazine, or even when I saw my sisters with little clothes on, or even when I saw my sisters with little clothes on. She wondered wondering if I really masturbated thinking about how hard I was masturbated thinking about feeling about feeling my sisters after my sisters, and I said yes, and confirmed that my older sister was the second most horny, and that I was the second most horny, and that I was the second most horny, and she was the second most horny, and she was the one who gave me, and she was the one who gave me, and she was the one who gave me, and she was the one who gave me, and she was always trying to know, and she was the first, and she was always, and I was always, and I was always, and she was always, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and, and then, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and she was, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and,
She kept insisting on knowing how I attacked Cristina, and how she reacted to such attacks. Changing tactics, I was showing myself as Cristina's "victim", full of horny but despised by her, and then I took the opportunity to hint that at least Amelia was more accessible to me. That's when she freaked out and practically demanded details of everything I had had with Amelia.
I started off lightly, telling about the episode of the chat where my mother went out for a while and there were only Cristina and Amelia in my house, and when I showed my hard cock to them. Eliane was ecstatic, and after asking more things talking without stopping, ended up asking if I would have shown the dick if she was there too. Not only did I assure her that I would have shown, as I amended asking if she would have liked to have seen. When she smiled saying a wide "would have loved", I asked if she wanted to see now. Turning her gaze to my pants where my very hard (in those days already size quite acceptable), but without answering anything, she became hoarse and more and more blushed as she saw me unbutton my legs and stick out, completely visible to her.
She stared at my cock with visible pleasure, and her movements on the chair revealed her obvious passion for the scene. She asked to touch it, and with my permission she picked it up and handled it in various ways, until she began to beat a slow little fist. With the sound of the signal for the return of the other students, I recovered and I heard that she would love to have me as a friend ...
In the days of punishment that followed, our conversations became more and more heated. And her physical reactions also became more and more explicit, to the point that she caressed her own pussy on my pants while listening to my stories. The day I told her about Amelia's pacifier where I enjoyed in her mouth, Eliane even got up saying that it was too much for her, that she was getting horny herself. Then I went on to ask her about the day when she would talk to her friends that she would relieve herself alone at night because she was curious to know how women masturbated.
It was her turn to tell me details of her sex life, which was apparently restricted to a lot of masturbation. She told me that she hadn't been a virgin for many years, but that she had had very few sexual relationships in her life because she didn't find the right guys. We ended up revealing to each other our mutual curiosity about seeing each other masturbating. After hesitating for a while, Eliane said that we could "play" together in her house, without involving sex since I was underage and it would be wrong to do so, but just to solve a little bit of our curiosity. She could teach me about female masturbation, while I could improve her fantasies by showing her my pleasure as I had given it to Amelia... she confessed that since we started talking that way, she had spent the whole night thinking about masturbating with me... and I helped her to get to her apartment, and she didn't give me any tickets in the afternoon.
The day came, right after lunch I waited for my mother to go to work, I took a shower and put on some better clothes, and I walked to Eliane's apartment, which was about three blocks from our house. Arriving there, the doorman let me up. She opened the door and was dressed in a way that was completely new to me, a sexy and revealing look but still far from the provocative way of both Cristina and Amelia. She wore a shirt and was without a skirt, which showed that her nipples were hard under the shirt, making my cock hard in seconds back. Firmly down, half covered by the shirt, I wore a knitted shorts, tight on the waist and on the thighs, but loose around the thighs. He made me enter and when he turned back to me, I found that she was wearing a tiny little shoe that looked like a mini skirt under my butt, a look that I hadn't even imagined, as long as I had reached the first four-inch mark, that it would look too big to me to imagine that she was going to be as big as a pineapple under my butt, even as I had imagined.
After walking a few steps in front of me into the apartment, she was going to say something but turned her face and nodded with my sharp erection under the pants, opening a smile and returning to close to me, as she was very tall my chin was at the height of her breasts, and she was quietly embracing me lightly, and bringing her hand to my cock beginning to caress it in up and down movements, hand spread, on the pants. Before long, I began to kiss her breasts on the blouse, and putting both hands in that bundeta, taking advantage of the leaf of the legs of the knitted shorts to go down the middle and reach for that panty that was just beginning, with those movements, to be buried once again in that rainbow of hers.... We lifted Beijia in her mouth, with voracious fingers, and she would put her fingers in her mouth, and she would put her hand on my cock, and we began to caress it in up and down movements, hand spread, on the pants.
Still standing there, near the door, we had our first simultaneous enjoyment, she in my hands, and I throwing punches on her belly, pelvis and thighs. She pulled me by the hand and we went to her room, where there was a huge double bed. There she was leaning against the headboard, supported by several pillows, while I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Eliane was talking that we were starting wrong, because that was not the combination. She wanted to know if I would then like to see how the woman masturbated, and I nodded. She stretched her legs firmly, giving me a full view of her buccaneering process, and began to slide over her hand, using the other one to masturbate her hips. I saw it, I loved it, she was passing by me, another one too.
After I had enjoyed myself, we sat there in bed for a while, panting, looking at each other with a lot of desire, talking a few unimportant words... Until she seemed to wake up again, and suggested that now it would be our turn to do to each other what we had just seen. She said she would be the first, and was grabbing my stick and punching it masterfully, making me lie on the bed while her hand continued to masturbate me. When I gave signs that my enjoyment was near, she overcame by tapping my stick's head with her lips, still having time to talk that she wanted me to enjoy it as I had enjoyed it for Amelia. And she took all my cock.
Without any interval, and I think even while my last fucking jets were still coming out of my cock, I was positioning myself with my head between her abundant thighs, and I fell tongue down on that red lipstick, licking, nibbling and using my fingers to penetrate it. I interspersed such movements, still, with a few touches of fingers and tongue on her cock, which was quite pinkish and which appeared to be harmless, full of prejudices and totally closed, but which at every touch flickered with desire, while scratching from her groans and screams of desire of a boy. I think it took her less than that to enjoy my middle years. I enjoyed the encounter for a long time, staying with her pussy, until I gently pushed my hand with her forehead to the other pressure. But I was hungry for a long time and I lost it all just to stay in the bed with a few touches of fingers and tongue on her cock, which was quite pinkish and which appeared to be harmless, full of prejudices and totally closed, but which at every touch flicker flickered with passion, whilled with groans and cries of desire.
That may have been my first contact with the famous "multiple orgasm" (which I hadn't even heard of at the time). Providing this kind of orgasm is something I always try to do when I'm in a trance, even today, even with my wife. But it rarely happens, and it only seems to happen when we're not focused on making it happen. In my opinion, for a woman to have a multiple orgasm, the essential thing is the degree of stamina that she's feeling at the time of intercourse. Ideally, intercourse is when she's in stamina long before the first touch, the first kiss, that stamina that she only knows she's feeling because she might have some stimulus caused by another man that wasn't you. In the preliminary, this stamina will need to be cultivated to grow even smaller. Sometimes it takes her to the full level of the stamina with my own lack of preliminary experiences, but in the preliminary, with my fingers, in the experience of continuing to do that, it seems to happen only when we're not focused on making it happen. In my opinion, for a woman to have a multiple orgasm, the essential thing is the degree of stamina that she's feeling at the time of intercourse. Ideally, that stamina is when she's in stamina is very high before the first touch, before the first kiss, that stamina that she knows it was caused by some stimulus caused by another man that wasn't you.
In my case and my wife's, that position is with her lying on her stomach on the bed, legs stretched down, with two or three pillows under her lower abdomen (almost at the height of the pelvis), making the bundle stiff upwards. She loves that I get on her from behind, positioning my thighs around the outside of her legs, using my hands to open her buttocks and stir in her hair, while she uses both hands to masturbate the clitoris on her under the body. My goal in this way is to guarantee to see her enjoying her body well in a few minutes, there will be no foreplay, she will have no interruptions, and she will have sex thirteen times, with two or three pillows under her lower abdomen (almost at the height of the pelvis), making the bundle stiff upwards. She loves that I get on her from behind, positioning my thighs around the outside of her legs, using my hands to open her buttocks and stir in her hair, while she uses both hands to masturbate the clitoris on her under the body. My goal in this way is to guarantee to see her enjoying her body well in a few minutes, there will be no foreplay, and she will have no foreplay, and she will have sex thirteen times, with her legs stretched downwards, making the bundle stiff upwards, making the bundle stiff upwards, making the bundle stiff upwards stiff upwards stiff upwards, and I's her thighs stiff upwards, her thighs stiff upwards, and her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, her thighs upwards, and downwards, and upwards, and upwards, and downwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and down, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and down, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and upwards, and down, and upwards, and upwards, and up, and down, and up, and up, and up, and down, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and down, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and down, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and up, and, and, and up, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and,
It was very similar to what happened to Eliane when I stuck my dick in the middle of her ass on that first afternoon we had together. When I enjoyed there in her ass feeling her act like crazy under my body, because she seemed to have completely lost motor coordination, and I noticed that I would not be able to keep my dick stuck in it because I could not stand the pleasure anymore, although it continued to be hard as stone, I was smart enough to remove myself from that position but to make immediate use of my hands to continue penetrating her shaft, and to return to her lambergon pressing the cuckoo with the tip of the tongue. This attitude of mine to keep the scene on her even after being forced to rest the wire, was the key to perpetuating her orgasm. It took me two years after that to understand that this kind of orgasm of women is a wonderful phenomenon and only occurs without seeing the phenomenon of exhausting intervals, and that I would not be able to keep my dick stuck in it because of not being able to retain the pleasure anymore, although it was hard as a rock, but I was smart enough to remove myself from that position but to make immediate use my hands to continue penetrating her dick with the tip of her dick pressing her with the tip of my tongue. This attitude of keeping the scene on her even after she was the key to perpetuating her orgasm.
With Eliane that afternoon, I have the impression that I made her stay enjoying for at least 1 hour and a half. When we stopped fucking, she spoke, between sighs, that she had enjoyed more than 10 times, and that she did not believe that a guy had given her the best sex of her life. I had enjoyed about 5 or 6 times since I got there, and although I still had a hard cock, I was in pain and half-naked, with little desire to get back into it. We stayed for a while hugged in her bed, talking about not being able to maintain a relationship given our age and repercussions, but she let it be if it was not clear by the social consequences, she really wanted us to be together. I did not even think about something like that, but I conclude that sex with Eliane was something very marked in my life, and that I only returned to experience it after many years. So while she was going to talk to me about these things, until she got to the point of going hard, I was painful and half-naked, with little desire to get back into it. We stayed in bed for a while, talking about not being able to continue a relationship, but I had to think about it, because I had to leave my studies, and I had a chance to get involved with my family.
That afternoon we were still in Eliana's apartment for quite a while, I only went home when it was already night, and I had to scramble a lot to justify what I had done that afternoon, mainly because I was well dressed ...
Eliane and I spent the next day already taking advantage of my punishments from recess (which were now daily, even if there was no reason) to lock the room as soon as the rest of the students left for recess, and to be in the largest cluster during those 15 minutes of recess. We did not have sex there, but we almost always ended up having oral sex - she even started wearing skirts to facilitate my access - and every day we both gave each other at least an orgasm in those moments.
We tried to set up new dates at her apartment on Tuesday afternoons, but I'm not sure of the exact reason until today, sometimes she'd back off, sometimes it was me, making excuses not to materialize a new date.
After only about 3 months later I went back to her apartment, and this second date with full freedom was - until today - one of the biggest and best sexual experiences of my life. I do not claim that it was my best sex of all time, but I guarantee that if I make a ranking this meeting with Eliane will be among the 5 best of all time for me. We fucked for about 6 hours without stopping, and I do not remember her having enjoyed that way again this time, but even so I gave her more than 10 pleasures with intervals between them, and from my part of this fuck was where I had the highest number of orgasms in a single afternoon, even having lost the exact count that I enjoyed meeting more than 12 times in the high school, and I was in a time so propitious to sex that it seemed to me that I had to be sucked up by my ex-husband for the first time.
When she happened to come to my apartment right after the lunch we had near the company, I was sure we were going to climb. We had already had a few hugs a few days earlier at a nightclub, including Homeric handshakes, including her punching me on my pants and me forcing her pussy under my skirt but over my panties. It was just time to close the door behind me when we got to the apartment, and I went all over her, kissing and tearing off her clothes very voraciously, always reciprocated by