Claification 1: this narrative is not of my authorship, it was written by Adrianreload who is no longer here on P!, I re-post because I also liked it a lot at the time
Clarification 2: all characters are over the age of majority
Walked for a few minutes, lost in memories, perhaps in regrets for having left an excellent girl. I had ended with Viviana and didn't have anything defined with Mili, practically I had jumped into the void... in short... I realized I wouldn't make it home walking, besides in my erratic pace I had almost gotten lost.
Take a taxi home, I was sinking into a thousand thoughts, hopeful at times and funereal afterwards... until:
Do you know me?... yes... I wondered to myself. Taxi driver.
Me?... no, I don't think so... I replied without giving it much attention.
Yes... I remember now... you're the boy who was with that woman the other day...
Small world. It seemed this was the taxi driver who had taken Mili and me from university to my house yesterday. I tried to make myself indifferent but:
By your face, I'm sure you've been cut off... ah yes, you told me another man was her boyfriend... he said laughing loudly.
Yes, yes, something like that... I said trying to cut the conversation short.
What happened?... surely I'll come back with her boyfriend...
Not exactly... I replied, but not wanting to get into explanations with a guy I didn't even know.
Uhmmm... exclaimed thoughtfully and then delivered his verdict: Don't worry, there are women like that, those who are born to have no owner, be happy instead of having enjoyed a woman like that...
Yes, well... I said not to contradict him and not extend the conversation.
Although if I had a woman like that, I wouldn't sleep peacefully either, there are many wild wolves... haha... I've been one of those... haha...
Without asking me, he told some of his stories, luckily we arrived quickly at my house. Despite not paying much attention to the taxi driver, to this silly and coarse conversation, when I got out of the taxi I was left with a sense of desolation worse... a sensation that would intensify after talking to my father, whom I found drinking in the living room:
Do you fancy a beer?
Well... I said, after what had happened a drink wouldn't hurt I thought poorly.
Do you already did it?
What if...? I asked strangely after a long sip.
Finish with Viviana...
What? How do you know? Did she call me?...
He smiled mockingly, apparently laughing at my naivety.
I'm not stupid... he said simply.
I didn't think it was so obvious... I said reluctantly.
Long sigh, and I opened another beer... apparently the sermon was coming:
Son... you have to learn to distinguish between girls who are for having fun and those who are for forming a serious relationship, a home.
Believe me... there's a difference... but why are you telling me this now?...
I'm your father and it bothers me to see you keep making mistakes in your relationships...
That reprimand went beyond my current situation with Mili, also covering a failed relationship I had with a cousin some time ago... that hurt...
Old man, only for you have been my mistakes... I said, without waiting for an answer, I left the beer and went to my room.
I got into bed and searched for answers on the ceiling. Maybe my old man was right: Viviana was a loving, serious, and responsible girl in our relationship, despite being my first girlfriend, she showed some maturity. On the other hand, Mili, despite her experience, still seemed to be in the stage of enamorments, a little volatile, perhaps susceptible to whoever loved her properly... and there was a long list of suitors... without further exploring those pessimistic thoughts, I fell asleep
The next day in class, there was a sign on the door announcing that the lesson was suspended because the professor was sick. I waited for a while, looked around, and didn't see Mili.
Devils! I'm sure she's reconciled with Javier... what an idiot I've been!... I shouldn't have rushed to finish with Viviana... I reproached myself. So, with my mood down, I went to the library, trying to study something, maybe managing to distract my mind.
I sat alone at a table, soon filling the place, the murmurs were growing and I couldn't concentrate, going over the same page again and again. Every now and then I'd lift my gaze and look for Mili or at least Javier to see how things were between them. The racket was becoming unbearable. I wanted to be alone.
In the library of my faculty there are some cubicles, small rooms (about 2m by 2m and 2.5m high), with a couple of chairs and a table stuck to the wall. Generally they're occupied, but luckily I saw a couple of students leaving one and I collapsed into that cubicle. I closed the door.
I threw my backpack onto the table and sat down, the situation inside didn't change, I was still staring at my book without understanding what I was reading. Outside, the murmuring was decreasing, lunchtime was approaching. Simply I leaned back on the table and continued cursing my luck... until I heard the sound of the door opening...
The cubicle is occupied... I said gruffly without looking up.
Is there room for someone else?... a female voice asked.
Mili?... I said, lifting my face and turning around.
It was her... Was I dreaming?... Curse it! This one's worth eating... I thought: she wore a white top that barely contained her breasts and a loose orange mini-skirt... Well, I left Viviana for this one, I told myself, and my expression clouded over again.
Are you okay?... You look like you're in despair...
Yeah, it's just that... yesterday I went to see Viviana... I said, noticing how she was annoyed, Was she jealous?
Yes? And what happened?... she asked curiously, sitting down beside me.
Well... we finished... I sighed, thinking I saw a halo of happiness on her face, which she quickly disguised and adopted a diplomatic expression.
Hey... if it's because of that... I thought you'd agreed not to do anything until the cycle was over...
It's not about that... it's just that... she asked the right questions... and I couldn't give the wrong answers.
Oh... poor guy, it must have been tough... she said. caressing my hair.
I didn't know whether to cry or be happy, I didn't know if Mili was acting like a sincere friend or if she was doing it to hide, that is, if it really hurt her to see a friend like this (a friend for whom I felt nothing but friendship and occasional warmth) or if she was trying to pretend and in the end felt that this was an opportunity to finally be together...
She didn't say anything, just hugged me, then I rested my head on her lap, my sadness disappeared between her breasts. I leaned more on her chest, my hands wrapped around her waist, after hours of anguish and loneliness, I needed to feel loved...
The terrible memories of the previous night, the fatal comments from the taxi driver and my father faded away in her cleavage, in the generous silhouette of her breasts, in the outline of her nipples...
I wanted to go back to my childhood, the time when everything was safe and there were no bigger emotional problems... but I retreated further and my hands clung to her breasts... my lips kissed her breasts...
Uhmm... what are you doing?... I ask surprised.
She wanted to protest more, but my eager hands had already freed a breast and my mouth was sucking a nipple like a newborn baby. I needed to feel loved, feel the warmth of her body, the morbidness that incited me...
No Danny... don't do this... are you crazy?... I scold myself without rejecting myself, her hands didn't push me away, they only caressed my hair.
Yes... I'm crazy... crazy for you...
Uhmmm... she moaned as she felt a kiss on her neck.
My words, the effusive kiss on her weak point and my caresses on her breasts ended up redeeming her, she knew she had no escape, she would let me have her, like everything the previous weekend... it didn't matter that we were in a library...
I continued kissing her neck, she couldn't utter a word, her chest rose and fell agitatedly, her throat contained sonorous moans. In a quick maneuver my left hand caressing her breasts and my right hand She was waiting for her belt, they leaned their hips against each other, I practically put myself in front of her and lifted her up with one swift motion. Oh... God no... Danny no... uhmmm... I muttered. Her bare breasts at the height of my lips were caught in a terrible suction that left her without arguments. With her body on top of mine, I carried her over to the table. My lips finally found hers, between gasps and with her tongue returning all the excitement produced by this wild act. My hands took hold of her tiny skirt and lifted it up to her stomach, my fingers explored her small underwear, I only had to move it aside... Mili, on her part, had already undone my zipper and her fingers found the stiff member that always satisfied her... a gentle smile got lost between our kisses as she felt my hard instrument ready for action. She didn't have to ask, just thinking about it and my cock was already losing itself between her wet vaginal lips, it was the first available orifice in that awkward position... Only had to feel it enter a few centimeters and she clung to me, pulling my body against hers, her legs wrapped around my waist and finally plunged my penis deep into her ecstatic being... Ahhh... I exclaimed embracing myself, biting my fist not to be heard outside. I could swear that caused an orgasm in her, I felt her relax, deeply sigh, her breasts bouncing on my chest. Why do I only feel this with you?... I wonder kissing her lovingly. The memory can be a great ally in studies, but it can be an enemy when it invades the heart's domain... a phrase similar to one that Viviana once said came to mind: Only with you have I felt this... she said to me. What?... I asked curiously Only love... she replied. Then I recalled my father's phrase: You should learn to distinguish between girls who are for having fun and those who are for a serious relationship... Devils! Why now do I Are these memories tormenting you? I didn't want to remember that... mechanically started penetrating Mili, with rage, with vehemence, wanted to erase with lust what my mind remembered. Ayyy... Danny a little softer... auu... uhmmm... Mili was moaning at half voice. Not my old man wasn't right, couldn't have it... less even would he have that stupid taxi driver... my penis possessed entered and left quickly from her vagina that started to dry... it was expected, what initially excited her, now seemed to scare her... I moved my face that had remained on her shoulder and saw her, a slightly fearful expression looming on her face, however she smiled... coquettishly... then my gaze fell on her generous melons, her nipples bouncing with my fury, her waist was a tangle between her top and mini skirt, her small thong removed to one side, almost broken, her smooth pubis and my cock entering and leaving quickly. Ouch... uhmm... au... Her body was a feast, her voluptuous flesh bulging in the right places... if perhaps she was just a girl for screwing... just for having fun... To satisfy the most morbid instincts of a man... if perhaps she never had an owner, but could have her at least this time... I grasped her waist, her back sliding on the wall, she arched more, her buttocks slid onto the table... left her small hole in a more accessible position for my cock. No Danny... please... enough... You're a slut and you know it... I scolded her, at that moment she was guilty of all my mistakes, she had to pay. I looked at her surprised, took advantage of her confusion and pushed my cock into her anus... she bit her lips not to let out a scream, a curse... her eyes initially bulging filled with tears. It was too late for any reproach, my cock was already installed in her anus, one of my hands held her waist keeping her in position so I could penetrate her and the other hand roughly grabbed her breasts... Danny... Stop... You're scaring me... ayyy...
I ignored her request and continued to penetrate her with fury, the rough friction, heat didn't matter... I was driven mad by the idea that had been instilled in me, she was just a girl for that... for a good screw, her voluptuous body, delicious curves only served to provoke pleasure, never to have an owner... just occasional lovers...
Yes, the stupid and romantic idea I had of a relationship with her was fading away... all I could do was take advantage of her monumental body while I had it in my hands... then she would return with Javier... that idiot...
Ouch... ayyy... ouuu... no more... auuu...
Resist, slut... isn't this what you like?... wasn't this what you wanted?... I exclaimed excitedly, without caring where we were.
No... I only... I only loved you... she said affectionately, with her face flushed from having endured my bestial attacks, her cheeks wet from some tears of pain.
Only then did I see a light at the end of the tunnel... my forced and clumsy movements ceased... perhaps it wasn't just that I was looking for in me... in that confused cloud that was my head, I felt someone extending their hand to me... better said, her hands pulled the lapel of my shirt and drew me towards her...
A passionate kiss finally calmed the demon of loneliness, remorse, frustration... all that had taken hold of my soul in the last hours...
Hey... sorry... excuse me.
It's not right... doesn't matter... besides, I'm the one who should be sorry... oh my poor little thing... she said with a smile.
We smiled, despite everything, she was benign towards me, understood the torment I had passed through, the disorder in my head and didn't reproach me for the brutal screw I was giving her, nor even the coarse comments I made to her.
Wait, let it pass... said I, moving away, seeing a look of pain on her face.
Don't leave it like that for a bit... let the pain pass...
It's okay... I replied and inserted the centimeters Lost. It contracted a bit, but it adjusted better, we looked at each other and laughed... You're an idiot... he said laughing. You're more of a fool for being with an idiot... I replied. He didn't say anything, just kissed me tenderly, after a few seconds I felt his tongue, again the innocence of his breathing, after a few minutes the lust of his mouth, I only had to pass my fingers discreetly over her labial vagina to know that humidity had invaded it again. A shiver ran through her body as she felt my touch on her vagina. Uhmmm... sighed in my ear. My cock beat anxiously again inside her anus, the walls of her small hole didn't contract like before, but rather relaxed... Please continue... make me yours... I whispered excitedly into his ear. So I did, there was less resistance from her body to my slow penetrations, I increased the rhythm and didn't hear complaints, only pleasant moans... Like that... like that... harder... put it in harder... she begged ecstatically. Her legs again wrapped around my waist... however, a few minutes later, seized by fatigue and effort, they began to tremble... No... please don't stop... there's not much left... ahhh... I had never seen her give in like that, the pleasure of that forced position was unprecedented or perhaps it was due to the unusual location... the adrenaline of being caught in flagrante delicto. That's fine... that's fine... but don't talk so loud... I asked. Whatever you want... but don't leave me like this... I beg. I pitied her legs, so my hands rested on the edge of the table, now my arms held her legs which were practically over my shoulders... the cubicle began to rumble and we didn't care. This is better... Ohhh.. uhmmm... she bit her lips not to scream. We kissed for a few seconds, then I pulled away my face to appreciate her, she was beautiful, like that I saw her. Despite the difficult position she was in, her breasts were exposed, rising and falling with her agitated breathing. And by the rhythm of my penetrations
She looked at me ecstatically, with eyes of tenderness for moments, of lust in others... until, without wanting to, when she felt like the table was rumbling beneath her generous buttocks, she decided to lower her gaze… only then could she appreciate how my cock disappeared into her interior with a demon-possessed rhythm...
Ohh diosss… uhmmm … ohhh…
Shut up...
I looked at her with my mouth open, I couldn't believe that my cock was entering her until recently virginal anus so easily, the morbidness this generated was evident, as well as the prolonged friction of our bodies... again under her gaze... her moans were louder...
Ahhh… uhmmmm… uhmmmm....
Mili, please, they're going to hear us... I begged.
Again absorbed almost possessed, I looked at myself, she herself covered her mouth with one hand and with the other dedicated herself to squeezing her swollen breasts... it seemed like she was about to suffocate... then I saw her eyes practically popping out of their sockets... in that moment she unloaded a torrent of semen into her anal cavities...
Ohhh… ufff… I exhaled satisfied, tired.
She barely breathed, my cock spewed its cum and her exhausted body contracted ecstatically with each wave that invaded it.
Are you going to leave?... That was my moment to ask the question back.
Yes... I... will... she said without thinking, with the little breath she had left.
This time I sought out her lips, despite her fatigued breathing, she didn't reject me... instead, her body began to reject my semen, her anus was squirting out my cum, my flaccid cock couldn't retain it...
Heyyy… uyyy careful... I said and stepped back.
My cum was already falling onto the table, almost staining my pants.
Clean me up, please... she asked with a childlike face.
It was the least I could do after that suffering and gratifying display of affection she gave me in that unusual place. I pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned her as best I could, as well as my cock... only then could she get out of her uncomfortable position, from that prison, from that wall and that little table where I had cornered her She got off the comprehensible bed and before she fixed herself up, she came over to me and hugged me. The warmth of her body, the loving hug dispelled my doubts about the affection I felt towards me. No, she didn't say anything, but the beating of her heart was in sync with mine... so I myself went ahead and adjusted her clothes. I felt her smile at my clumsy effort to adjust her brassiere. Like this no... she said laughing. I didn't move my hands away for her to do it herself, instead she guided them as if giving the impression that they had a right to explore her body, which were also mine, even though the idea sounds chauvinistic. At the same time Mili fit in the lower part of my waistband, she fastened my pants. Why is there no noise outside?... I asked curiously. Seriously... with all the noise we made, they must be waiting for us to come out surely... I said half-jokingly half-serious. Ay... no... she said worried. I poked my head through the door, the library was empty... What happened?... well, the librarian had her sacred lunch hour, disappeared and nobody bothered her, but the other students... Where were they?... Apparently my mind brought up one... a student... the least indicated... Javier... I thought he would go away, but he entered the library, approached me... Damn it... What's going on? It's Javier... outside... Mili turned pale, it was one thing to cut off a conversation and another very different thing to find out that he was a creep. Personally, I didn't care about getting into a fight with Javier, that was the least of my worries... the problem was causing a scandal in the faculty, Mili's reputation would end up being just a great putation, i.e., she would be seen as a slut, and I as the one who broke it off, the quitter, etc... But maybe, only maybe, I could have good luck... perhaps he didn't see me... Hey Danny... listen to me calling out jovially, it was him. It was going to get ugly in that silent and so far peaceful library. Continue.
Clarification 2: all characters are over the age of majority
Walked for a few minutes, lost in memories, perhaps in regrets for having left an excellent girl. I had ended with Viviana and didn't have anything defined with Mili, practically I had jumped into the void... in short... I realized I wouldn't make it home walking, besides in my erratic pace I had almost gotten lost.
Take a taxi home, I was sinking into a thousand thoughts, hopeful at times and funereal afterwards... until:
Do you know me?... yes... I wondered to myself. Taxi driver.
Me?... no, I don't think so... I replied without giving it much attention.
Yes... I remember now... you're the boy who was with that woman the other day...
Small world. It seemed this was the taxi driver who had taken Mili and me from university to my house yesterday. I tried to make myself indifferent but:
By your face, I'm sure you've been cut off... ah yes, you told me another man was her boyfriend... he said laughing loudly.
Yes, yes, something like that... I said trying to cut the conversation short.
What happened?... surely I'll come back with her boyfriend...
Not exactly... I replied, but not wanting to get into explanations with a guy I didn't even know.
Uhmmm... exclaimed thoughtfully and then delivered his verdict: Don't worry, there are women like that, those who are born to have no owner, be happy instead of having enjoyed a woman like that...
Yes, well... I said not to contradict him and not extend the conversation.
Although if I had a woman like that, I wouldn't sleep peacefully either, there are many wild wolves... haha... I've been one of those... haha...
Without asking me, he told some of his stories, luckily we arrived quickly at my house. Despite not paying much attention to the taxi driver, to this silly and coarse conversation, when I got out of the taxi I was left with a sense of desolation worse... a sensation that would intensify after talking to my father, whom I found drinking in the living room:
Do you fancy a beer?
Well... I said, after what had happened a drink wouldn't hurt I thought poorly.
Do you already did it?
What if...? I asked strangely after a long sip.
Finish with Viviana...
What? How do you know? Did she call me?...
He smiled mockingly, apparently laughing at my naivety.
I'm not stupid... he said simply.
I didn't think it was so obvious... I said reluctantly.
Long sigh, and I opened another beer... apparently the sermon was coming:
Son... you have to learn to distinguish between girls who are for having fun and those who are for forming a serious relationship, a home.
Believe me... there's a difference... but why are you telling me this now?...
I'm your father and it bothers me to see you keep making mistakes in your relationships...
That reprimand went beyond my current situation with Mili, also covering a failed relationship I had with a cousin some time ago... that hurt...
Old man, only for you have been my mistakes... I said, without waiting for an answer, I left the beer and went to my room.
I got into bed and searched for answers on the ceiling. Maybe my old man was right: Viviana was a loving, serious, and responsible girl in our relationship, despite being my first girlfriend, she showed some maturity. On the other hand, Mili, despite her experience, still seemed to be in the stage of enamorments, a little volatile, perhaps susceptible to whoever loved her properly... and there was a long list of suitors... without further exploring those pessimistic thoughts, I fell asleep
The next day in class, there was a sign on the door announcing that the lesson was suspended because the professor was sick. I waited for a while, looked around, and didn't see Mili.
Devils! I'm sure she's reconciled with Javier... what an idiot I've been!... I shouldn't have rushed to finish with Viviana... I reproached myself. So, with my mood down, I went to the library, trying to study something, maybe managing to distract my mind.
I sat alone at a table, soon filling the place, the murmurs were growing and I couldn't concentrate, going over the same page again and again. Every now and then I'd lift my gaze and look for Mili or at least Javier to see how things were between them. The racket was becoming unbearable. I wanted to be alone.
In the library of my faculty there are some cubicles, small rooms (about 2m by 2m and 2.5m high), with a couple of chairs and a table stuck to the wall. Generally they're occupied, but luckily I saw a couple of students leaving one and I collapsed into that cubicle. I closed the door.
I threw my backpack onto the table and sat down, the situation inside didn't change, I was still staring at my book without understanding what I was reading. Outside, the murmuring was decreasing, lunchtime was approaching. Simply I leaned back on the table and continued cursing my luck... until I heard the sound of the door opening...
The cubicle is occupied... I said gruffly without looking up.
Is there room for someone else?... a female voice asked.
Mili?... I said, lifting my face and turning around.
It was her... Was I dreaming?... Curse it! This one's worth eating... I thought: she wore a white top that barely contained her breasts and a loose orange mini-skirt... Well, I left Viviana for this one, I told myself, and my expression clouded over again.
Are you okay?... You look like you're in despair...
Yeah, it's just that... yesterday I went to see Viviana... I said, noticing how she was annoyed, Was she jealous?
Yes? And what happened?... she asked curiously, sitting down beside me.
Well... we finished... I sighed, thinking I saw a halo of happiness on her face, which she quickly disguised and adopted a diplomatic expression.
Hey... if it's because of that... I thought you'd agreed not to do anything until the cycle was over...
It's not about that... it's just that... she asked the right questions... and I couldn't give the wrong answers.
Oh... poor guy, it must have been tough... she said. caressing my hair.
I didn't know whether to cry or be happy, I didn't know if Mili was acting like a sincere friend or if she was doing it to hide, that is, if it really hurt her to see a friend like this (a friend for whom I felt nothing but friendship and occasional warmth) or if she was trying to pretend and in the end felt that this was an opportunity to finally be together...
She didn't say anything, just hugged me, then I rested my head on her lap, my sadness disappeared between her breasts. I leaned more on her chest, my hands wrapped around her waist, after hours of anguish and loneliness, I needed to feel loved...
The terrible memories of the previous night, the fatal comments from the taxi driver and my father faded away in her cleavage, in the generous silhouette of her breasts, in the outline of her nipples...
I wanted to go back to my childhood, the time when everything was safe and there were no bigger emotional problems... but I retreated further and my hands clung to her breasts... my lips kissed her breasts...
Uhmm... what are you doing?... I ask surprised.
She wanted to protest more, but my eager hands had already freed a breast and my mouth was sucking a nipple like a newborn baby. I needed to feel loved, feel the warmth of her body, the morbidness that incited me...
No Danny... don't do this... are you crazy?... I scold myself without rejecting myself, her hands didn't push me away, they only caressed my hair.
Yes... I'm crazy... crazy for you...
Uhmmm... she moaned as she felt a kiss on her neck.
My words, the effusive kiss on her weak point and my caresses on her breasts ended up redeeming her, she knew she had no escape, she would let me have her, like everything the previous weekend... it didn't matter that we were in a library...
I continued kissing her neck, she couldn't utter a word, her chest rose and fell agitatedly, her throat contained sonorous moans. In a quick maneuver my left hand caressing her breasts and my right hand She was waiting for her belt, they leaned their hips against each other, I practically put myself in front of her and lifted her up with one swift motion. Oh... God no... Danny no... uhmmm... I muttered. Her bare breasts at the height of my lips were caught in a terrible suction that left her without arguments. With her body on top of mine, I carried her over to the table. My lips finally found hers, between gasps and with her tongue returning all the excitement produced by this wild act. My hands took hold of her tiny skirt and lifted it up to her stomach, my fingers explored her small underwear, I only had to move it aside... Mili, on her part, had already undone my zipper and her fingers found the stiff member that always satisfied her... a gentle smile got lost between our kisses as she felt my hard instrument ready for action. She didn't have to ask, just thinking about it and my cock was already losing itself between her wet vaginal lips, it was the first available orifice in that awkward position... Only had to feel it enter a few centimeters and she clung to me, pulling my body against hers, her legs wrapped around my waist and finally plunged my penis deep into her ecstatic being... Ahhh... I exclaimed embracing myself, biting my fist not to be heard outside. I could swear that caused an orgasm in her, I felt her relax, deeply sigh, her breasts bouncing on my chest. Why do I only feel this with you?... I wonder kissing her lovingly. The memory can be a great ally in studies, but it can be an enemy when it invades the heart's domain... a phrase similar to one that Viviana once said came to mind: Only with you have I felt this... she said to me. What?... I asked curiously Only love... she replied. Then I recalled my father's phrase: You should learn to distinguish between girls who are for having fun and those who are for a serious relationship... Devils! Why now do I Are these memories tormenting you? I didn't want to remember that... mechanically started penetrating Mili, with rage, with vehemence, wanted to erase with lust what my mind remembered. Ayyy... Danny a little softer... auu... uhmmm... Mili was moaning at half voice. Not my old man wasn't right, couldn't have it... less even would he have that stupid taxi driver... my penis possessed entered and left quickly from her vagina that started to dry... it was expected, what initially excited her, now seemed to scare her... I moved my face that had remained on her shoulder and saw her, a slightly fearful expression looming on her face, however she smiled... coquettishly... then my gaze fell on her generous melons, her nipples bouncing with my fury, her waist was a tangle between her top and mini skirt, her small thong removed to one side, almost broken, her smooth pubis and my cock entering and leaving quickly. Ouch... uhmm... au... Her body was a feast, her voluptuous flesh bulging in the right places... if perhaps she was just a girl for screwing... just for having fun... To satisfy the most morbid instincts of a man... if perhaps she never had an owner, but could have her at least this time... I grasped her waist, her back sliding on the wall, she arched more, her buttocks slid onto the table... left her small hole in a more accessible position for my cock. No Danny... please... enough... You're a slut and you know it... I scolded her, at that moment she was guilty of all my mistakes, she had to pay. I looked at her surprised, took advantage of her confusion and pushed my cock into her anus... she bit her lips not to let out a scream, a curse... her eyes initially bulging filled with tears. It was too late for any reproach, my cock was already installed in her anus, one of my hands held her waist keeping her in position so I could penetrate her and the other hand roughly grabbed her breasts... Danny... Stop... You're scaring me... ayyy...
I ignored her request and continued to penetrate her with fury, the rough friction, heat didn't matter... I was driven mad by the idea that had been instilled in me, she was just a girl for that... for a good screw, her voluptuous body, delicious curves only served to provoke pleasure, never to have an owner... just occasional lovers...
Yes, the stupid and romantic idea I had of a relationship with her was fading away... all I could do was take advantage of her monumental body while I had it in my hands... then she would return with Javier... that idiot...
Ouch... ayyy... ouuu... no more... auuu...
Resist, slut... isn't this what you like?... wasn't this what you wanted?... I exclaimed excitedly, without caring where we were.
No... I only... I only loved you... she said affectionately, with her face flushed from having endured my bestial attacks, her cheeks wet from some tears of pain.
Only then did I see a light at the end of the tunnel... my forced and clumsy movements ceased... perhaps it wasn't just that I was looking for in me... in that confused cloud that was my head, I felt someone extending their hand to me... better said, her hands pulled the lapel of my shirt and drew me towards her...
A passionate kiss finally calmed the demon of loneliness, remorse, frustration... all that had taken hold of my soul in the last hours...
Hey... sorry... excuse me.
It's not right... doesn't matter... besides, I'm the one who should be sorry... oh my poor little thing... she said with a smile.
We smiled, despite everything, she was benign towards me, understood the torment I had passed through, the disorder in my head and didn't reproach me for the brutal screw I was giving her, nor even the coarse comments I made to her.
Wait, let it pass... said I, moving away, seeing a look of pain on her face.
Don't leave it like that for a bit... let the pain pass...
It's okay... I replied and inserted the centimeters Lost. It contracted a bit, but it adjusted better, we looked at each other and laughed... You're an idiot... he said laughing. You're more of a fool for being with an idiot... I replied. He didn't say anything, just kissed me tenderly, after a few seconds I felt his tongue, again the innocence of his breathing, after a few minutes the lust of his mouth, I only had to pass my fingers discreetly over her labial vagina to know that humidity had invaded it again. A shiver ran through her body as she felt my touch on her vagina. Uhmmm... sighed in my ear. My cock beat anxiously again inside her anus, the walls of her small hole didn't contract like before, but rather relaxed... Please continue... make me yours... I whispered excitedly into his ear. So I did, there was less resistance from her body to my slow penetrations, I increased the rhythm and didn't hear complaints, only pleasant moans... Like that... like that... harder... put it in harder... she begged ecstatically. Her legs again wrapped around my waist... however, a few minutes later, seized by fatigue and effort, they began to tremble... No... please don't stop... there's not much left... ahhh... I had never seen her give in like that, the pleasure of that forced position was unprecedented or perhaps it was due to the unusual location... the adrenaline of being caught in flagrante delicto. That's fine... that's fine... but don't talk so loud... I asked. Whatever you want... but don't leave me like this... I beg. I pitied her legs, so my hands rested on the edge of the table, now my arms held her legs which were practically over my shoulders... the cubicle began to rumble and we didn't care. This is better... Ohhh.. uhmmm... she bit her lips not to scream. We kissed for a few seconds, then I pulled away my face to appreciate her, she was beautiful, like that I saw her. Despite the difficult position she was in, her breasts were exposed, rising and falling with her agitated breathing. And by the rhythm of my penetrations
She looked at me ecstatically, with eyes of tenderness for moments, of lust in others... until, without wanting to, when she felt like the table was rumbling beneath her generous buttocks, she decided to lower her gaze… only then could she appreciate how my cock disappeared into her interior with a demon-possessed rhythm...
Ohh diosss… uhmmm … ohhh…
Shut up...
I looked at her with my mouth open, I couldn't believe that my cock was entering her until recently virginal anus so easily, the morbidness this generated was evident, as well as the prolonged friction of our bodies... again under her gaze... her moans were louder...
Ahhh… uhmmmm… uhmmmm....
Mili, please, they're going to hear us... I begged.
Again absorbed almost possessed, I looked at myself, she herself covered her mouth with one hand and with the other dedicated herself to squeezing her swollen breasts... it seemed like she was about to suffocate... then I saw her eyes practically popping out of their sockets... in that moment she unloaded a torrent of semen into her anal cavities...
Ohhh… ufff… I exhaled satisfied, tired.
She barely breathed, my cock spewed its cum and her exhausted body contracted ecstatically with each wave that invaded it.
Are you going to leave?... That was my moment to ask the question back.
Yes... I... will... she said without thinking, with the little breath she had left.
This time I sought out her lips, despite her fatigued breathing, she didn't reject me... instead, her body began to reject my semen, her anus was squirting out my cum, my flaccid cock couldn't retain it...
Heyyy… uyyy careful... I said and stepped back.
My cum was already falling onto the table, almost staining my pants.
Clean me up, please... she asked with a childlike face.
It was the least I could do after that suffering and gratifying display of affection she gave me in that unusual place. I pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned her as best I could, as well as my cock... only then could she get out of her uncomfortable position, from that prison, from that wall and that little table where I had cornered her She got off the comprehensible bed and before she fixed herself up, she came over to me and hugged me. The warmth of her body, the loving hug dispelled my doubts about the affection I felt towards me. No, she didn't say anything, but the beating of her heart was in sync with mine... so I myself went ahead and adjusted her clothes. I felt her smile at my clumsy effort to adjust her brassiere. Like this no... she said laughing. I didn't move my hands away for her to do it herself, instead she guided them as if giving the impression that they had a right to explore her body, which were also mine, even though the idea sounds chauvinistic. At the same time Mili fit in the lower part of my waistband, she fastened my pants. Why is there no noise outside?... I asked curiously. Seriously... with all the noise we made, they must be waiting for us to come out surely... I said half-jokingly half-serious. Ay... no... she said worried. I poked my head through the door, the library was empty... What happened?... well, the librarian had her sacred lunch hour, disappeared and nobody bothered her, but the other students... Where were they?... Apparently my mind brought up one... a student... the least indicated... Javier... I thought he would go away, but he entered the library, approached me... Damn it... What's going on? It's Javier... outside... Mili turned pale, it was one thing to cut off a conversation and another very different thing to find out that he was a creep. Personally, I didn't care about getting into a fight with Javier, that was the least of my worries... the problem was causing a scandal in the faculty, Mili's reputation would end up being just a great putation, i.e., she would be seen as a slut, and I as the one who broke it off, the quitter, etc... But maybe, only maybe, I could have good luck... perhaps he didn't see me... Hey Danny... listen to me calling out jovially, it was him. It was going to get ugly in that silent and so far peaceful library. Continue.
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