Getting to Know the College

I'm married and 45 years old, my name is going to be Torpedo. I am always walking in front of the Objetivo College in Manaus at student dismissal time. Always had an eye on some girls but still didn't act partly because I was married and that inhibited my impulses. Of course, they also fit well but often technically inferior women have attractions that compensate for the difference. So I noticed different types of girls (and women), black, blonde, redhead, tall, short, skinny, chubby. Each has its own appeal. You just need to know how to look. One day all the tables in the cafeteria were full and mine had three empty seats when three girls sat down, Carla the most talkative was soon introduced and her two friends too. Despite my gray hair they were very gentle with Carla standing out sympathetically. The next day I was sitting at my desk and there were a lot of empty tables, so Carla came in with her friends. I thought they'd be seated on an open table but to my surprise she sat down at mine and then the girls went over to another table where we had this basic conversation and she told me that she is 19 years old and does psychology. So I started connecting with Carla: She's skinny; about 5 feet 7 inches tall, small butt and medium breasts only cone-shaped. Her way of dressing wasn't very attention grabbing. Her clothes were always what is usually called trivial, with detailed T-shirts, colorful skirts and flowery shoes. Carla made up herself in colors as well, using the fashion of that time to paint her eyebrows brightly but only a small amount and with pink or red lipsticks. She wore strong enamels and sometimes details (cordons tight around the neck), which drove me crazy. I tried to show my interest without exaggeration, because I didn't want anyone to understand. I also tried not to give her the certainty of my intentions, since as you said I am married and she could spread it to everyone. So slowly and always gave indirect and longer looks, trying to analyze the situation. Carla was always receptive but never let me see anything that would make sure what I wanted. Often took her hand and rubbed his arm against hers. My glances, when they took longer, were almost always reciprocated by her, even if discreetly. My smiles were returned. And nearly every day I went with her to the bus stop (which was way for me to leave) and pulled more and more personal matters. Finally she invited me to meet college. We marked on such a day that she had only two classes and would have at least two hours because he always told me that his father was strict so to spend time with friends never revealed their free time. On the appointed day she came and handed me a magnetic card that I had borrowed from a friend because without it I couldn't enter. It was almost half past nine when Carla and I walked in. I was nervous and uneasy as my intention was quite another and she seemed very innocent to me. She laughed and asked if I didn't want to go somewhere quieter so we could talk more at ease. The main corridors where the classrooms are, they're relatively busy but the secondary ones are almost deserted. She took me to one of those study rooms in a high school hallway and there was no-one else around so we started talking side by side I went up close and passed my arm behind Carla's chair I kept on speaking as if nothing had happened and observed her reaction she didn't say anything and acted like it never happened After a while, I came closer by putting the upper part of my arm on her shoulder and letting my hand (from an arm that was behind it) rest lightly in her arms. Again no reaction, no attempt to move away. We continued talking until I put my face near her ear and said softly: "What a nice scent!" She shivered all over, moving back slightly. I feared I had advanced the signal but she soon replied with the name of the perfume, turning around and smiling at me. Soon afterwards she turned again, and rested her shoulder on my arm in the position where it had been so that my face was once more stuck to his ear. By this time I could see that the goal was only a matter of time. After several minutes' further conversation, I let my head touch hers until we were almost facing each other. Then I began caressing her arm, and her voice trembled as she spoke. Unable to endure any longer such torture, I moved away for a little while, slowly turning her face with my hand and giving her one of those kisses. At first she was a little frightened and tried to get out of the way, but at my insistence soon gave in and kissed me back. My hands caressed her face, her arm, her back; my tongue worked wildly on her mouth, and she answered me just as well. Finally I decided to take a chance and began letting my hand slide into her breasts very slowly. When I had almost got there, she broke off the kiss and once again found that it would stay in her hand. But then she looked into his eye and asked: "What do you want from me?" "You still have doubts?" he said smiling. She smiled coyly and replied that it wasn't right, that I was married and she had a boyfriend. And then I am a virgin. Looked at the ground like someone who is cozy. I held her chin up high and said there was no such thing as right or wrong in this moment, just us two. That broke her resistance. Once again she laughed with that fleshy lipstick-painted mouth of hers, and I grabbed her once more. Without any resistance, this time my hand slipped back into her bosom over her blouse, and when we got there she let out a little groan. I started squeezing and nibbling the already hard little beak on top of her blouse while she kissed me and let her hands slip down my back. I began to pull at her shirt strap, slipping off one arm so that I could take it off. Then I pulled out the other, and the t-shirt slipped through her legs until it fell onto the floor beneath her feet. I paused for a moment in order to admire how erotic her breasts were. Carla was once again shy, running around asking what I had been looking at. I replied that it was killing a desire that had been in me since the first time I'd seen her with a T-shirt like this. She turned redder and said I was lying, that her breasts were too ugly. I told them they were beautiful and tight for my hardness, and fell tongue down on one of them. Lammed, bitten, sucked while she sobbed with closed eyes, pressing my head against her chest. I began to squeeze her butt with my hands, and she groaned higher and higher. I paused a little and started taking off clothes. I took off my shirt, shoe, socks and trousers, leaving only underwear. My penis was already pushing the panties in such a way that it hurt, and she looked at him again shyly disguised. I approached Carla again hugging her and kissing her feeling how good it felt to be with my chest next to hers feeling those little tits rubbing themselves on me. My hands would scrub their backs, go up to his buttocks, squeeze them, then return to his back. Carla had lost its timidity driven by an increasingly uncontrollable libido. Then I asked into her ear for the rest of her clothes off. She stepped back a little, and began to pull down her skirt. Then she took off the waistcoat and finally the panties. What a sight! That delightful nymph, all tiny despite being 5'9", naked, very small for me. I pulled up my knickers, letting my mast leap out, and sat on a chair. So I asked Carla to come over. She came reluctantly. I grabbed her hands and forced her down so that she was kneeling in front of me. And then I pressed my hand against her head, making it clear that I wanted her to suck mine. She lowered herself unwillingly but picked up my dick with her painted little hand and started massaging him. She went slowly, without looking at me. I couldn't stand the torture any longer and squeezed her head tighter, until she finally bent down to open her mouthpiece and swallowed my cock. Then started sucking as it was going up and down with its head, tracing its movements by hand while playing a crazy punchline. Soon I was ready for fun after all that scrubbing. I held her head tight and began fucking her mouth putting everything in place. Her little hand kept hitting me with a punch line, and then I was on edge. I grabbed his head and threw everything inside of him like an insane joke. Carla, feeling my thrust, tried to take it off but I wouldn't let go and held on tightly. She tried not to swallow but couldn't so she ended up choking and letting my cock flow profusely through her mouth and chin wetting her breasts. She said she'd had oral sex with her boyfriend a few times before, but that she never let him finish in his mouth. I apologized and said he lost control of me, but she told me it was okay, just the fright, but I liked it. Then I told her she looked like a whore, with lipstick all over her mouth from sucking my dick, that pussy running down her chin and chest, and that nice smell of perfume. She lowered her eyes embarrassedly, and quietly said: "I loved being your bitch. I want you to treat me like a slut; this really turns me on". Hearing that, I lost all my temper. I picked up Carla in the lap and put her on her feet facing the table with her back to me and forced her head so she would lay down the trunk of the desk. I took out her panties and bra and tied her arms one at each foot of the table leaving her as it pleased me; then I pulled off the laces from my sneakers and bound her legs separately underneath the table. She looked at me embarrassedly and said: "Then you'll have to beg for sex". Then a good little whore should know how to ask for a roll. So I went over behind her and slapped her hard. She shouted because she didn't expect it, but said nothing. Then I repeated the order for her to beg, slapping another slap on her sweet bundle. She shuddered and whispered: "Please fuck me". I told that bitch did not speak like this and gave her one more smack. She trembled again, summoning up all of her courage and said to me: "Stick your dick in my pocket please". Hearing this, I went backwards and punched with full force at once. Breaking her head thereby. My start was going back and forth in that tear-soaked scream, while Carla kept yelling louder and louder: "Ai... Ai"... Aaaaiii. Aiii..Put your bitch in! Put that hard fucking thing in my hole... Uii... That's right, master... Fuck your cow... Fuck your little whore... Aiiii!!!". I went crazy and started to put it with all the force. The impression is that my bag was going into together with my stick. It accelerated more and more, and Carla shouted so loudly that I began to worry if someone would hear: "Meete !!! Puts me more !!! Tears me up !! Scratches his doggie 's buttocks !!! This is delicious ! I'm not going to tell you what happened. Suddenly, Carla laughed like a madman, trembling all over herself but unable to get up because of her bound hands and feet. A viscous liquid mixed with blood gushed from her mouthpiece until it wet the floor. I kept on laughing like crazy, and then she joked two or three more times, always screaming as if she were going nuts, till I decided that it was time for some fun. But the clock was ticking and I didn't want to leave without trying out this squeezed knife, this little tasty bundle. I took the stick out of her pocket and without any warning put it in my ass, burying half the stick at once. Carla screamed a tearful cry from pain, and I could see tears watering the table. But she didn't say anything. I began to take it off and put it back slowly, saying that whore who dares herself has to give an arse, that a creepy slut like her must know what a roll is on the bundle, and so forth. This made her relax and soon she was again rolling around on my dick. I couldn't stand anymore, and accelerated more and faster, buried everything in her tight butt. We stayed like this for about twenty minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and had a crazy time in that tight little hole while pulling Carla's hair as if she were riding on horseback. I sat down in the chair completely exhausted and remained there for several minutes leaving Carla tied to the table. Finally I got up and let her go. She hugged me and rubbed herself against my mouth giving me a kiss then said softly what was wonderful, also told me how much of a virgin Xana is and despite all the pain and fright he liked it. I apologized for the brutality, but she said once again (without looking into my eyes and blushing) that she loved being treated like a whore. We got dressed and Carla went to the bathroom (carefully not to be seen) wash her face and adjust her makeup (which was all smudged). Finally we left, not without a long wet kiss (that almost took us on another round) and her promise that soon afterwards we would go to a motel in order to do things more comfortably. On the way home, I thought about how long I'd waited for that day and started thinking of my next target. If you live in Manaus and want a trance, write to me. This is [email protected]