La depravada - Parte 22 - Final

The depraved one


Part 22 - Final

Adapted to Spanish Latin by TuttoErotici

The day after, Pierrot (that's the name of the charming boy I met at the cinema in the circumstances I just recounted) calls on my door at three.

I let him into my room. Through the pantyhose fabric, it can be seen that he already has a horse-like erection.

I'd like some previous play, but he's so excited that, as soon as I unbutton his pants to pull out his delicious little cock, he pushes me onto the sofa, lifts up my skirt, rips off my underwear and plunges his instrument into me.

Ah!... What a wonder!... He kicks like a devil, gets hard, delivers himself with an unparalleled fervor... and ejaculates as much as possible, deep within me!

More calm after this first thrust, I ask him to tell me about his romantic memories.

—Already said that, ma'am —he answers—, you're the first one I've made love to... But I had good times with a cousin...

—Tell me!—

—She was a 14-year-old girl. I spent my vacations at her parents' house in Bonny-sur-Loire, and we got along very well. I remember that... she was near a garden table... She had bent down to pick up flowers from the ground, which forced her to stretch so much that, to grab them, she had to spread her legs wide apart... She was facing away from the path I took...

I approached her without her noticing and couldn't help but look under her skirt. I saw her tiny underwear puffed out by the fabulous curves of her ass.

That vision ignited me... It was as if I'd been struck by lightning!...

I moved quietly to get very close to her and, until my head was just beneath her raised skirt, I looked at that marvelous spectacle for some time...

She, too busy with her flowers, had no idea what was happening. But, in the end, I couldn't resist temptation and started caressing her gently...

My cousin let out a scream of fright, thinking it was an insect... that had gotten under her dress, but when she turned around, she saw me in my strange position. --Forgive me, Héléne--I said--, but you were leaving me to see that thing so beautiful that was stronger than me... Certainly, girls are as curious as boys, maybe more, and I'm sure Héléne had been waiting for a long time to know all the things about love, still mysterious to her. So, after some resistance to keep up appearances, we agreed that I could enjoy the sight of her thing and then she would show me hers. Héléne had never seen a man's cock before, as she called it in her ignorance. She was very excited and ardently wanted to grab one with her hand. To do so, we hid ourselves in a hidden corner of the garden. She lay down on a hammock, while I pulled off her underwear. My amazed eyes remained fixed on the complete vision of her virgin charms for as long as I wanted. My cousin, to be honest, was a bit of a pig and felt pleasure at being looked at like that by someone from the opposite sex. I touched, caressed, and rubbed my finger against her. Her thighs moved and parted more. Instinctively, I gave her a hot kiss on the pussy; she sighed and rested her hand on my head. Then, also guided by my instinct, I moved my lips so that they excited her quickly. She let out a cry of happiness and felt in my open mouth her delicious juice. To feel it better, I pulled out my tongue and pushed it into the slit... This awakened her sensitivity again, and she wanted to reach pleasure this time by handling my cock, completely hard inside my pants. Remembering the agreement, she made me stand up in front of her, unbuttoned my pants, and, trembling with pleasure, pulled out my cock, which moved like a rod in front of her face. Getting down beside me, she examined my cock from the smallest corner to the most minute detail. The pleasure of those small hand touches squeezing and compressing my cock was enormous. It didn't take long for her to desire seeing what was beneath the skin covering the glans. Playing, she tried to remove it, but it hurt a little... She managed to remove it a bit, but then thought that if she moistened it a bit, she would achieve her goals with greater ease, without making me suffer. In an instinctive outburst, she crouched down and grabbed the pink tip with her juicy mouth, closing around her lips and lubricating with her tongue, to my immense satisfaction... Thus, she managed to fully expose the glans, which was now being squeezed between her lips. She lifted her head to see the result. The tight skin had retreated, leaving the red head exposed, burning with desire. Her joy and pleasure at this revelation had no limits. Almost drove me crazy with her caresses. My whole body was trembling, and pushing with my buttocks, I thrust my cock all the way into her throat. Seeing how far it pleased me, she started sucking impossibly. I felt like I was touching heaven... Suddenly, a great crisis overcame me. I let out a cry of joy and ejaculated in her mouth. Héléne swallowed everything to avoid choking. A few minutes later, she got up and examined me again. To her surprise, she saw my cock, once so hard, now flaccid and trapped under the skin as before, while a few drops of a liquid similar to cum were still coming out of the small hole. As she watched, the cock shrunk more and more until it returned to its initial state, and the skin covered the head that had been so inflamed... She was stunned, about to express her surprise at these phenomena, when we heard footsteps approaching. Luckily for us, we could hear the crunch of gravel under their feet from a distance, giving us time to get ready before Héléne's mother appeared. Two days later I returned. To Paris... And unfortunately, we didn't have the opportunity to meet again alone...
—It's enchanting that love memory, Pierrot... And to thank you for telling me, come... I'm going to suck your little thing... and when I say little thing, it's just a sweet diminutive... and you'll ejaculate in my mouth with the same happiness as the day your cousin savored your yummy cum!
—Oh yes, ma'am!
He settles on his back, grabs his stiff member, and swallows it, grinning with joy!... I start moving regularly up and down and down up, compressing the tender flesh between the tight lips... Until finally, I feel my tongue flooded by a delicious wave, which I only take after a long savoring... how one makes love to an old Burgundy!
Pierrot left exaltedly happy and with empty balls for some days...
I told it all to my husband when he returned, and we made love like kings, exciting each other with a thousand obscenities.
After that, I sat in front of my secreter, and spent hours writing these wonderful memories.
—Ah, Véronique!—my husband said to me—, you must only get wet from writing all this!
—It's true, dear. You know what gives me the most pleasure? Thinking that maybe someday someone who doesn't know me will read all this... will understand... will love me from afar... will desire me... and follow my good example... and learn in this way the true and only secret of terrestrial happiness!...
Ah, if I could persuade the universe that all this civilization based on work, machines, force, money, pride, and modesty can only lead men to disaster... And if I could make everyone understand that a world based on voluptuousness, freedom of love, methodical teaching from the tenderest age of all the pleasures of the flesh, the obligation to spend eight hours loving, the establishment of joyful national orgies, and perpetual imprisonment for the chaste, it would be, I assure you, the golden age, paradise! terrestrial and the true liberation of humans!