The Adventures of Carla 1
Carla had been invited several times by her neighbor Don Mario to give her history lessons. Carla passed the first time out of curiosity, not expecting that elegant gentleman, always dressed and with a tie, carefully trimmed mustache, and military haircut...She was attracted to almost all his gray hair, and it gave her a thrill being near someone who could be her father. She knew from her mother that Don Mario was in his early forties...and it was her mother who told her to keep going to the lessons, they were free and you never know when you might need some culture to complement the crap education she received in secondary school, and that it didn't improve with high school. When Carla left her mother's room, she heard an electric buzz, the vibrator: grandma was going to masturbate for the third time that Saturday morning. Maybe grandma was dreaming of getting screwed by the neighbor.
That afternoon, Carla wore a onesie. The old elastic on her pants was worn out and kept slipping down her hips, but she didn't care, she was happy to show off her flat stomach and navel piercing with a dangling bell. Under the open jacket, she had put on a closed-neck top that left her shoulders and most of her back exposed; also, she would flirt by showing off the tattoo on her left shoulder, a black clover. When she saved up some more money, she would get another one just like it on her butt or pubis...mmm...the tattoo shop guy charged her an arm and a leg, and the female tattoo artist had her arms covered from top to bottom, and had taught her the flowers that her boyfriend had tattooed on her pubis...and she wore it shaved completely. Thinking about the mona and flowered slit of that girl also turned her on.
She felt cut off when Don Mario received her in a bathrobe that time, a rather long bathrobe with an English coat of arms pocketed. Don Mario was talking about the Roman Empire today. And he started giving details about Caligula's craziness...he married his sister...did it seem strong to him? Well, Messalina, Emperor Claudius' wife, held a contest with Rome's most famous slut to see who could fuck more men in one night...both went over 100, and Messalina won, didn't she? A gang-bang, wasn't it? Carla was surprised, more than the topic (which was making her wet, Roman orgies), that Don Mario used the word 'fuck' and knew what a gang-bang was. She saw porn on the internet, but...Don Mario? And with malice asked: --What's a gang-bang?--. Don Mario smiled and said: --You know perfectly well, girl. She diverted her gaze for a moment and saw that the bathrobe was open as if by mistake...and she could see a rather large cock precisely. Would she dare to say something? She thought about how the neighbor seemed to have money and probably liked her mother...Don Mario kept talking, but now his hand rested on Carla's thigh...something he had done a couple of times like it was nothing...but both times the contact had been a bit too long...now his right hand passed to her ass, entering through the gusset of her sweatpants...She felt him palpating with one finger the sweat on the crack of her ass, and she felt an shiver in her pussy, which had already gotten tender from Roman orgies. --I'll give you a prize--, said Don Mario. And he phoned his mother to tell her he was taking Carla out for dinner because she was such a good student...and while talking on the phone, he took Carla's hand and put it on his erect and hot member. Carla decided that the whole thing had an impressive morbazo and let herself be carried away. While the conversation lasted, she started caressing her nipple with her free hand.
I'm going to take you to dinner at an expensive place dressed up well sexy--, Don Mario said. He opened a drawer and took out the minimum expression of a thong, a leather mini-skirt that barely covered her buttocks and a black lace blouse with a neckline almost to the navel. He also took out elegant shoes with needle heels. All expensive, elegant, and sexily put together. She got dressed, and he went to his bedroom. In record time, he appeared dressed in a grey marengo suit, a silk purple shirt, matching tie...he looked like an actor from a black-and-white movie. If I don't say a word, he put his hand on her with total coldness under the thong.--Here are hairs, girl--, he said.--How do you want me to suck your pussy? Go to the bathroom and use a pink razor that's there, right now!--It sounded like a whip crack, and she went to the bathroom without thinking...she actually liked having her pubic hair removed...but was it really all of her pussy? But Carla had her fantasies with the girl from the tattoo store...and in porn movies, the shaved lesbians who did fisting turned her on. She was holding the razor high up, one foot on the edge of the bathtub and the thong hanging from her ankle, when the door creaked open...It's just to lick you better, little one...beautiful opened pussy, Don Mario said with a mischievous smile, saying it in a deep, grave voice that made her stomach vibrate. She finished shaving under the smiling surveillance of her neighbor.
It was evident that she wanted to show her off as his little slutty. She had helped her get ready like a real slut. They left the car in a downtown parking lot and started walking down the avenue. Carla wore a short black leather jacket given by Don Mario, which smelled of leather and incense...She introduced her to an elderly married couple who seemed to recognize her as their niece; Carla was surprised that neither the man nor the woman showed the slightest sign of shock at her appearance. She felt the cold air and hot gazes on her buttocks...and discovered that it made her horny...and a lot. At the restaurant, they ate very expensive dishes she had never tried before, plates with long names, but she felt like the moisture of her pussy was sliding down her almost bare buttocks to the chair. When serving wine, the waiter leaned over to look at her cleavage...Her small and tight breasts were loose and everyone was looking at her discreetly. Another gentleman, a friend of Don Mario's, slightly older than him...kissed her hand and raised his eyes immediately to fix them on hers. She felt a shiver, and curiously, she felt powerful, strong...if she wanted, that old guy would drool licking her heels right there. Unintentionally, she opened her legs thinking about it; the excited smell of her pussy mixed with the smell of lobster and wine.
From dinner, Don Mario didn't take any detours. He made her sit in front of the enormous flat screen he had, and as soon as he activated the remote, three lesbians with perfect physiques appeared, licking each other wildly. She looked at Don Mario, who explained: I want to teach you how to enjoy your sexuality, and the best way is to see how a woman can be made to come without any restrictions...without any restriction. Without undressing, he got down on his knees in front of her, removed her shoes, and started licking her toes (just like the blonde lesbian was doing to a thin, almost breastless black girl with a tremendous vulva on the screen), and then moved up; he licked the moisture between her thighs and lips...He stretched out the thong with his teeth and got it into her pussy slit (this was what happened to the third girl, an oriental-looking one; the black girl was pulling like she wanted to tear it off); he made her get down on all fours and pulled the thong up, and felt it stuck in her clitoris, and started moaning and getting wet without being able to contain herself. She felt Don Mario's tongue in her anus and noticed how it entered her sphincter at the same time as a finger in her pussy, then two fingers, three...the black girl's pussy filled the screen with the blonde woman's hand inside and the Asian one licking her anus)...she felt like his mustache was rubbing against her buttocks and that sensation triggered an orgasm that left her lying face down on the sofa.
From the start, nothing to do with the quick fooling around in uncomfortable places that Luis had debuted last year with his girlfriend...Luis had good intentions, and it seemed to her that he knew how to give her pleasure, at least until they broke up...but no one had ever licked her like that. There had been other boys, but none of them had done that to her. Don Mario lifted her up, pinched her erect nipples --Carla's were long, disproportionate compared to her small breasts, andThereforeIt gave her shame to go topless, her mother didn't care about aesthetics and every time she got to a beach or pool she would take out the ugly breasts she had. Don Mario presented his erect penis in front of her face and said: Don't suck...start licking around the glans. He made her remove the skin from that huge cock each time it got bigger towards the back and taught her to lick with her tongue out, and to put the tip of her tongue into the little hole of the penis, and then to suck and swallow the cock until the balls...The nausea didn't pass at first, but Carla insisted, with her eyes on Don Mario's face getting more and more disfigured. Power and damn it, who controls whom. Don Mario was holding his pubic hair and testicles and touching the skin so soft of the testicles excited Carla again...she drank the first salty drops from Don Mario while massaging her anus with a finger. Don Mario then separated from her, and they both undressed. --I don't like condoms--, he said, and they started with a 69...but Carla made a mistake thinking that was enough...he started working on her anus with saliva and fingers without stopping to lick her pussy...and at one point, he turned her around, put her on all fours calling her a slut with his deep wolf-like voice and slowly penetrated her through the anus, very slow...Meanwhile, he was caressing her breasts and Carla saw the girls in the movie getting penetrated by huge rubber dildos...When Don Mario suddenly shoved three fingers into her pussy, Carla turned around and ran away without caring how it hurt her asshole...and soon after, Don Mario pulled out his cock and came like a fountain on her back. Carla felt the hot stream from her kidneys to her shoulders...and to her surprise, Don Mario licked up the semen from her back, made her turn around, and poured more semen.In her mouth...Carla had gagged, but she had to pass them because he put his tongue in her mouth and both savored the thick and salty semen.
When they washed up, Don Mario bid her farewell with the following words: --I'm proposing a game. Girl, you'll be obedient and tomorrow after school you'll look for the shortest mini-skirt you have...and the sneakers with platform soles that you wear sometimes. And you're going to go without underwear, naked underneath the mini, and freshly shaven, to the Chinese store to buy a black thong. They sell them cheaply, don't worry about your savings. Very small, made of dental floss. I'll wait for you to tell me if you dare to put it on in front of the counter when you've paid. Be obedient and come back to tell me about your experience later, girl, I'll be waiting...
Carla knew that from then on history classes were going to be the cock...literally.
Carla had been invited several times by her neighbor Don Mario to give her history lessons. Carla passed the first time out of curiosity, not expecting that elegant gentleman, always dressed and with a tie, carefully trimmed mustache, and military haircut...She was attracted to almost all his gray hair, and it gave her a thrill being near someone who could be her father. She knew from her mother that Don Mario was in his early forties...and it was her mother who told her to keep going to the lessons, they were free and you never know when you might need some culture to complement the crap education she received in secondary school, and that it didn't improve with high school. When Carla left her mother's room, she heard an electric buzz, the vibrator: grandma was going to masturbate for the third time that Saturday morning. Maybe grandma was dreaming of getting screwed by the neighbor.
That afternoon, Carla wore a onesie. The old elastic on her pants was worn out and kept slipping down her hips, but she didn't care, she was happy to show off her flat stomach and navel piercing with a dangling bell. Under the open jacket, she had put on a closed-neck top that left her shoulders and most of her back exposed; also, she would flirt by showing off the tattoo on her left shoulder, a black clover. When she saved up some more money, she would get another one just like it on her butt or pubis...mmm...the tattoo shop guy charged her an arm and a leg, and the female tattoo artist had her arms covered from top to bottom, and had taught her the flowers that her boyfriend had tattooed on her pubis...and she wore it shaved completely. Thinking about the mona and flowered slit of that girl also turned her on.
She felt cut off when Don Mario received her in a bathrobe that time, a rather long bathrobe with an English coat of arms pocketed. Don Mario was talking about the Roman Empire today. And he started giving details about Caligula's craziness...he married his sister...did it seem strong to him? Well, Messalina, Emperor Claudius' wife, held a contest with Rome's most famous slut to see who could fuck more men in one night...both went over 100, and Messalina won, didn't she? A gang-bang, wasn't it? Carla was surprised, more than the topic (which was making her wet, Roman orgies), that Don Mario used the word 'fuck' and knew what a gang-bang was. She saw porn on the internet, but...Don Mario? And with malice asked: --What's a gang-bang?--. Don Mario smiled and said: --You know perfectly well, girl. She diverted her gaze for a moment and saw that the bathrobe was open as if by mistake...and she could see a rather large cock precisely. Would she dare to say something? She thought about how the neighbor seemed to have money and probably liked her mother...Don Mario kept talking, but now his hand rested on Carla's thigh...something he had done a couple of times like it was nothing...but both times the contact had been a bit too long...now his right hand passed to her ass, entering through the gusset of her sweatpants...She felt him palpating with one finger the sweat on the crack of her ass, and she felt an shiver in her pussy, which had already gotten tender from Roman orgies. --I'll give you a prize--, said Don Mario. And he phoned his mother to tell her he was taking Carla out for dinner because she was such a good student...and while talking on the phone, he took Carla's hand and put it on his erect and hot member. Carla decided that the whole thing had an impressive morbazo and let herself be carried away. While the conversation lasted, she started caressing her nipple with her free hand.
I'm going to take you to dinner at an expensive place dressed up well sexy--, Don Mario said. He opened a drawer and took out the minimum expression of a thong, a leather mini-skirt that barely covered her buttocks and a black lace blouse with a neckline almost to the navel. He also took out elegant shoes with needle heels. All expensive, elegant, and sexily put together. She got dressed, and he went to his bedroom. In record time, he appeared dressed in a grey marengo suit, a silk purple shirt, matching tie...he looked like an actor from a black-and-white movie. If I don't say a word, he put his hand on her with total coldness under the thong.--Here are hairs, girl--, he said.--How do you want me to suck your pussy? Go to the bathroom and use a pink razor that's there, right now!--It sounded like a whip crack, and she went to the bathroom without thinking...she actually liked having her pubic hair removed...but was it really all of her pussy? But Carla had her fantasies with the girl from the tattoo store...and in porn movies, the shaved lesbians who did fisting turned her on. She was holding the razor high up, one foot on the edge of the bathtub and the thong hanging from her ankle, when the door creaked open...It's just to lick you better, little one...beautiful opened pussy, Don Mario said with a mischievous smile, saying it in a deep, grave voice that made her stomach vibrate. She finished shaving under the smiling surveillance of her neighbor.
It was evident that she wanted to show her off as his little slutty. She had helped her get ready like a real slut. They left the car in a downtown parking lot and started walking down the avenue. Carla wore a short black leather jacket given by Don Mario, which smelled of leather and incense...She introduced her to an elderly married couple who seemed to recognize her as their niece; Carla was surprised that neither the man nor the woman showed the slightest sign of shock at her appearance. She felt the cold air and hot gazes on her buttocks...and discovered that it made her horny...and a lot. At the restaurant, they ate very expensive dishes she had never tried before, plates with long names, but she felt like the moisture of her pussy was sliding down her almost bare buttocks to the chair. When serving wine, the waiter leaned over to look at her cleavage...Her small and tight breasts were loose and everyone was looking at her discreetly. Another gentleman, a friend of Don Mario's, slightly older than him...kissed her hand and raised his eyes immediately to fix them on hers. She felt a shiver, and curiously, she felt powerful, strong...if she wanted, that old guy would drool licking her heels right there. Unintentionally, she opened her legs thinking about it; the excited smell of her pussy mixed with the smell of lobster and wine.
From dinner, Don Mario didn't take any detours. He made her sit in front of the enormous flat screen he had, and as soon as he activated the remote, three lesbians with perfect physiques appeared, licking each other wildly. She looked at Don Mario, who explained: I want to teach you how to enjoy your sexuality, and the best way is to see how a woman can be made to come without any restrictions...without any restriction. Without undressing, he got down on his knees in front of her, removed her shoes, and started licking her toes (just like the blonde lesbian was doing to a thin, almost breastless black girl with a tremendous vulva on the screen), and then moved up; he licked the moisture between her thighs and lips...He stretched out the thong with his teeth and got it into her pussy slit (this was what happened to the third girl, an oriental-looking one; the black girl was pulling like she wanted to tear it off); he made her get down on all fours and pulled the thong up, and felt it stuck in her clitoris, and started moaning and getting wet without being able to contain herself. She felt Don Mario's tongue in her anus and noticed how it entered her sphincter at the same time as a finger in her pussy, then two fingers, three...the black girl's pussy filled the screen with the blonde woman's hand inside and the Asian one licking her anus)...she felt like his mustache was rubbing against her buttocks and that sensation triggered an orgasm that left her lying face down on the sofa.
From the start, nothing to do with the quick fooling around in uncomfortable places that Luis had debuted last year with his girlfriend...Luis had good intentions, and it seemed to her that he knew how to give her pleasure, at least until they broke up...but no one had ever licked her like that. There had been other boys, but none of them had done that to her. Don Mario lifted her up, pinched her erect nipples --Carla's were long, disproportionate compared to her small breasts, andThereforeIt gave her shame to go topless, her mother didn't care about aesthetics and every time she got to a beach or pool she would take out the ugly breasts she had. Don Mario presented his erect penis in front of her face and said: Don't suck...start licking around the glans. He made her remove the skin from that huge cock each time it got bigger towards the back and taught her to lick with her tongue out, and to put the tip of her tongue into the little hole of the penis, and then to suck and swallow the cock until the balls...The nausea didn't pass at first, but Carla insisted, with her eyes on Don Mario's face getting more and more disfigured. Power and damn it, who controls whom. Don Mario was holding his pubic hair and testicles and touching the skin so soft of the testicles excited Carla again...she drank the first salty drops from Don Mario while massaging her anus with a finger. Don Mario then separated from her, and they both undressed. --I don't like condoms--, he said, and they started with a 69...but Carla made a mistake thinking that was enough...he started working on her anus with saliva and fingers without stopping to lick her pussy...and at one point, he turned her around, put her on all fours calling her a slut with his deep wolf-like voice and slowly penetrated her through the anus, very slow...Meanwhile, he was caressing her breasts and Carla saw the girls in the movie getting penetrated by huge rubber dildos...When Don Mario suddenly shoved three fingers into her pussy, Carla turned around and ran away without caring how it hurt her asshole...and soon after, Don Mario pulled out his cock and came like a fountain on her back. Carla felt the hot stream from her kidneys to her shoulders...and to her surprise, Don Mario licked up the semen from her back, made her turn around, and poured more semen.In her mouth...Carla had gagged, but she had to pass them because he put his tongue in her mouth and both savored the thick and salty semen.
When they washed up, Don Mario bid her farewell with the following words: --I'm proposing a game. Girl, you'll be obedient and tomorrow after school you'll look for the shortest mini-skirt you have...and the sneakers with platform soles that you wear sometimes. And you're going to go without underwear, naked underneath the mini, and freshly shaven, to the Chinese store to buy a black thong. They sell them cheaply, don't worry about your savings. Very small, made of dental floss. I'll wait for you to tell me if you dare to put it on in front of the counter when you've paid. Be obedient and come back to tell me about your experience later, girl, I'll be waiting...
Carla knew that from then on history classes were going to be the cock...literally.
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