Maijo.

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I'm called María José, but everyone calls me Maijo. I'm 21 years old and live in Paraná (Entre Ríos - Argentina). I write here because I want to share a unique story from my sexual life with you. I was raised by my parents under strict education norms, as both are somewhat old-fashioned. I've always been flirtatious and feminine. I'm blonde, thin, and tall (but not that much, 1.68 meters), have green eyes, my measurements are 92-62-92, and although it sounds weird saying this myself, I feel like a very sexy and attractive woman. I've noticed this because, since adolescence, I've been permanently flirted with by all the men I look at. I take special care of my femininity by dressing in sexy clothes, styling my hair constantly, and taking care of my body through swimming. I'm 100% a woman, and as such, I love being always hot for people. From a young age, I knew that sex was something natural for me. I started at 14 with a boy of 18 and didn't stop looking for new sensations from then on.

But the story I'm going to tell you happened four years ago, when I was 18. At that time, I was in a relationship with a 20-year-old boy named Gabriel, whom I had relatively good sex with. We had started dating about a year and a half earlier. He was my second boyfriend, and as young people, we were having fun and enjoying ourselves well. We loved going to Parque Urquiza and having picnics near the river. And sometimes we'd have some sexual filtration in that park. Since both of us were students and didn't work, I had the chance to see him on weekdays when most people are at work. This made it so that sometimes we'd have the park to ourselves, and well... you know what happens in those situations.

But maybe his selfish side was a weakness when it came to sex. Since we started our relationship, I noticed He noticed that he loved it when they did two things to him: Petes and Pajas. That's why, when I was with my friends, I referred to him as 'PePa'. Jajajajaja!!! The truth is that after a good masturbation session, the guy would be exhausted and there wouldn't be much left for me afterwards. But there's something more I want to tell you about this matter. As time went by... I realized he adored it when I told him erotic fantasies while masturbating him. At first, of course, I told stories where the protagonist was him. But after a year and a half of dating, those stories no longer had the same effect on his libido. So that Saturday, lying under a tree with a picnic blanket between us, I thought of starting to touch him but this time with a variation. He was lying on his back on the blanket. I had unbuttoned his belt and the four buttons of his jeans. As you know, men don't need much convincing to let themselves be done. So with his penis already in my hand, I started masturbating him, just like I said... this time, my story would have a variation: instead of telling the usual story where the protagonist was him, I told a story about me making out with another girl. No doubt I hit the nail on the head. As soon as the story got a little hot, Gabriel began to get really excited. His penis suddenly felt harder and bigger than ever before. And while I was moving my hand up and down and telling him the story in his ear, he begged me...- 'Don't stop Major! Don't stop!'.I won't take long to have my super hard and swollen penis. As I told him the story, I saw how the veins that irrigated his member with blood got bigger and more prominent. I had it going great. But before I could reach the climax of my story, Gabriel started ejaculating, releasing five powerful spurts of cum, with the first three so strong they passed over his own head to fall on the edge of the blanket where we were mounting.Oh my God!!! You can't make me come like that!!! It was so good!He said after a while already recovered from the dust.- That was an incredible story!-Certainly I think Gabriel had finished like never before. And it was noticeable that the reason for such a high degree of excitement wasn't my manual skills but rather the morbidness of the story I told him while he was masturbating. To such an extent that not even ten minutes passed before the boy was again with his member erect!!! Obviously, I couldn't leave it like that. Then I started a second session and this time, instead of telling him a new story from the beginning... I picked up where I had left off earlier. Again, the result was the same. Gabriel finished again, shooting powerful and thick jets of cum similar to those he had launched before. With my boyfriend already more relaxed, the rest of the evening passed simply between jokes, laughter, kisses, caresses, and hugs.

When I got home, my parents were waiting for me to prepare dinner. We ate and to end my day, I decided to give myself a relaxing shower and go to my room to listen to some music. I put something soft on the stereo and lay down on my bed to listen. It came to mind how Gabriel had gotten when I made him imagine having sex with another girl. Suddenly, I started imagining a similar story for our next encounter. But to my surprise, as I fantasized about being with another woman... I began to get excited. And the reason why I was getting excited was that instead of imagining myself with some young girl of my age... I was imagining myself with an adult woman. A woman older than me. Someone who was part of my real life. A woman I had known for barely half a year, but with whom I realized I was having a certain sexual tension... and without more... I took off the underwear I was wearing and started slowly masturbating, imagining that we were having a sexual encounter. A story where she occupied the role of an older, experienced woman in so much that I.... well, I was the girl who am. A 18-year-old girl who likes to play and feel desired very much. In my mind the scenes were succeeding at the point where I started to cum with a series of beautiful orgasms that left me with enough relaxation and fatigue to fall asleep almost immediately.

As a girl, my parents forced me to study various things, for example: English and Piano. As for my physical activities, they always let me choose and they were summed up to going twice a week to swimming. I adore swimming. But it was studying piano that I discovered a new facet of my sexuality that had never existed until then. Like I said, at 18 years old I still studied piano and was preparing for the sixth-year exam at my teacher Elisabeth's house, who was 38 years old, brunette with brown eyes, with an amazing body since she was single and didn't have kids yet, which allowed her to take good care of herself. She also worried a lot about tanning and having a routine physical activity every week at the gym. As for her height, Elisabeth was taller than me, 1.75 meters tall, which gave her an air of authority. I remember it well because when we talked face-to-face, I always had to look up to see her face. However, despite her beauty, she hadn't gotten married yet. It had only been six months since I started studying with her, as that was the time she had been living in front of our house. She had moved in April of that year and was extremely happy because our neighborhood is quiet. When I found out she was a teacher, I immediately changed to her study, since I only had to cross the street to be practicing at her house. The classes were from 3:30 pm to 5 pm on Mondays and Fridays. Elizabeth had adopted the habit of taking a little sun before my arrival. She did it in her backyard and when I arrived she received me with her two-piece swimsuit on. Always very attentive, she gave me a pair of exercises right away while changing clothes, and I started practicing lessons. At that point, I was the favorite of all her students; she loved the way I played and never spared praise for my person. Obviously, all these praises fascinated me. I saw in her an adult woman whose natural authority emanated over me. This Monday evening was incredibly hot. I arrived at school exhausted and rested for a bit in my room. By the time I realized it, it was already time to cross the street and go to my piano class. Since I had no time for anything, I decided to go to Elizabeth's house like that, with the college uniform. I only took off my tie. The shirt was fine white fabric and the mini Scottish, as I said before, was cuadrillé. It's unnecessary to say that at 18 years old I wore it like all of us: very short. Not even did I change into low sandals type flip flops. Elizabeth received me as always happy but complaining about the immense heat that day (around 35 degrees). I saw that the top part of her swimsuit was undone. She had only covered her breasts with a towel to open the door for me. This gave me the cue that she was going topless in the back of her house. When I entered, she went to her room to put on the bikini bra and while she was inside, she told me:Mayo, I'm sorry to ask. It's just that it bothers me to walk around the house with my bra on during these hot days of so much heat. Don't you?Even when we already had a lot of confidence between us, I was surprised when she asked me that question, to which I responded curtlyYes, I also got annoyed on days with very hot weather.When I returned to the living room from the piece, Elizabeth advised me not to wear a bra when practicing with the piano. The truth is that the ones I was wearing were squeezing me a bit. My mother couldn't understand why, being so young, I had the developed body of a woman. But she made me wear a bra and didn't let me wear tank tops or low-cut shirts. She even scolded me to this day if she saw me showing too much from above or below. Anyway, I always do what I like best. I didn't pay attention to Elizabeth's comment, and as usual in all classes, I sat on the piano bench to practice the scores that I would have to render in the exam. Since it was the first Monday of the month, I had brought the corresponding money for my monthly payment. While she was still in her room, I told her but without giving importance to the matter, she asked me to leave it on the table.

That afternoon Elizabeth didn't change. She came out of her room in a bikini. The only thing she had done in her room was put on the top part. And she didn't even put her chair next to the piano armchair to correct my possible mistakes like she always did. She simply lit a cigarette and relaxed, stretched out, listening to my practice from a futon sofa in the same living room where the piano was located. The intense heat, boredom, and sweaty hands made me make a couple of mistakes. She asked me to focus more on reading the score and got up, smoking and standing behind me. While I played, she walked back and forth, silent, always behind me. I could feel her gaze fixed on my body and saw her out of the corner of my eye moving slowly from one end of the room to the other, almost as if she were evaluating the situation and marking the rhythm for me. Since I made another mistake, she stopped, put out her Marlboro and came up to the piano.

She told me to sit down more in front of the bench, almost on the edge of... I didn't do it well, she sat down automatically behind me. This forced her to spread her legs apart. Although the place was narrow, we both fit. So Elizabeth ended up with her sex glued to my buttocks. I was surprised when she asked me to sit back a bit more so I wouldn't fall. Logically, I didn't want to touch her, but when she realized this, she took me by the belt and moved me back, bringing our bodies closer together. I ended up sitting with my booty practically glued to her pubis. I remember that my buttocks fit perfectly between her legs. Passing her arms under mine, Elizabeth put her hands on the sheet music and told me to pay attention to what she was doing on the keyboard. I looked at her hands with interest because I wanted to follow the rhythm of the piece she was playing. Her fingers touched the notes of the piece, but her arms had me practically hugged. While she played the chords, she accidentally brushed against the side of my breasts with her forearms. To my surprise, I started feeling a certain excitement. And almost immediately, my nipples became hard. It's unnecessary to say that through my bra and that thin shirt, my nipples were noticeable. She kept playing and given our proximity, I even felt the contact of her breasts on my back when she finished executing the exercise. When she stopped playing, I asked her to let me get up so we could go get some fresh water before continuing. Already in the kitchen, I couldn't understand why I was feeling so excited. The situation of feeling her body glued to mine certainly made me a bit sexy. Upon returning from the kitchen to the living room, my nipples were still hard like nails. She didn't take long to notice and soon told me:Mayo, are you cold that your nipples have gotten so hard?I was left speechless! I was frozen! I didn't know what to say to her. All I managed to do was lower my gaze and observe that my bodily reaction was more than noticeable. The truth is, I didn't understand why my nipples had gotten so hard, but I suppose it was because of the rubbing of her ribs against my chest. It's a weak part of my body. Blushing with embarrassment, I headed to the piano again. She, without getting up, made me sit down on the small bench once more, and I ended up sitting between her legs for the third time. That's when she took me by the waist again to pull me towards her, leaving my booty practically rubbing against her pelvis this time. I have to be honest. The fact that she was taking me by the waist and pulling me towards her only heightened the sensation of excitement I felt. To make matters worse, as I started playing, I perceived her slow breathing caressing my neck softly, which is fatal for me. With so many thoughts in my head, I suddenly began to make mistakes, and she asked me to stop. She told me that the bra I was wearing was constricting me and that I couldn't keep playing like that. According to her, it should be a little smaller and in those conditions, I couldn't continue playing. She said that my undergarment was taking away my freedom of movement and inducing me to make mistakes, so Elisabeth put her hands under my shirt and up my back to find the clasp that holds the elastic. But when she realized it wasn't there, she quickly moved her hands across my chest, always under my shirt, until they were both in the center of my chest. She rapidly unhooked my bra since this model comes undone from the front. Without stopping talking about the sheet music, she then asked me to finish taking it off myself. We were both sitting on the bench, so I had no choice but to get up and undo the three lower buttons of my school shirt. Without taking off my college shirt, I finished pulling down the suspenders from below. The moment was very erotic because I knew that having stood up, my booty had automatically reached the height of her face. I suppose now that she must have seen a pleasant preview of what she so desired. With the garment already in my hand, I felt the freedom of my bare chest rubbing against the shirt. She practically ordered me to hand it over. Without turning around, I passed it to her and as soon as she got it, she threw it over the futon sofa that was on one side.- 'Good!'.He told me.Now I want you to sit back down and let's start practicing this scale again. I'll be watching you.I started playing and it was then that I felt like she was placing her right hand on my thigh and starting to mark the rhythm of the melody with gentle touches, acting as a metronome. It's needless to say that I was really getting turned on. The two of us alone in the house, the hot afternoon, the security of knowing no one would come to interrupt our lesson... Everything seemed to be coming together for one of my most secret fantasies... Being in another woman's arms. I started playing again, but this time Elizabeth had already begun to breathe a little closer to my neck. I could clearly perceive the stroke of her exhalation rolling down my nape to reach the base of my ear. By then, I was feeling that my groin was somewhat moist at the same time as my nipples seemed to be bursting. She was looking over my shoulder. In order to raise the level of tension one more notch, in a moment and almost carelessly, I decided to unbutton the top button of my shirt. This would give her a perfect view of my cleavage and I have no doubts that she must have taken it as a sign. I was making small movements back and forth, letting myself be carried away by the rhythm of the music I was playing, but knowing at the same time that this would allow her to see and not see my breasts without the censorship of the bra. I was getting really turned on feeling that my teacher liked me. Being in that situation, she took even more initiative.Oh my god, Maijo, you must be ovulating. You look like you have two studs under that shirt.He said almost without flinching.- Don't you hurt?I was stunned by her question and left without articulating any response. I continued executing my piano exercise at the same time that her indiscrete questions were provoking various sensations in me. She noticed this and for some reason took my silence as a concession, so she immediately continued with her advance.Okay girl. You keep playing.He didn't finish pronouncing the sentence when I felt him introducing his hands under my shirt, whose three lower buttons I never rebuttoned again to put them immediately on my breasts, touching my nipples that were truly hard. He took them with his fingers and asked me if they hurt. I told him yes, that they hurt a little. It was true, it seemed like something was going to come out of them. He told me not to be scared, that it was because I was growing up and becoming a full woman.Look, let me do one thing.He placed his hands on my breasts, and started massaging them, occasionally caressing the nipples with his fingers. I couldn't believe it. I was surprised that she would have the audacity to do so, and at the same time eager for her to continue massaging.Keep playingHe said in an imperative tone, which I did.This massage won't just relax you, but it will also calm down your pain a bit.The situation had put me at a thousand. Her breath on my neck was making my skin prickle. Plus her hands were now not stopping massaging my breasts. Only one button remained on my shirt to unbutton. But the worst of everything is that... what she was doing... I liked it!!! Behind me was a woman much older than me who with total security was putting me at a thousand. The situation continued like this for five or six minutes when suddenly I heard her voice whispering in my ear:It feels so good when someone gives you massages here. I bet they don't hurt as much as they used to.I kept playing while I was able to sketch itIt's true.but I swear to you that I was torn between the curiosity of seeing how far it would go and the fear of approaching a situation I didn't know. But curiosity got the better of me and I continued telling him in a low voice.I like it because it relaxes me and because you do it softly.Elisabeth knew in that instant that I was receptive to her intentions and a smile escaped from her lips as the guy who was telling me said:Keep on playing and let yourself be carried away.Her caresses had accelerated my heart and my hands were performing the repetition exercises several times faster than indicated. She noticed this and when she stopped caressing me, she said to my ear:-More slowly, Maijo, don't rush. You seem a bit tense. Let me help you.-I was thinking of responding when I pulled out one of her hands from under my shirt just to run my long hair to the side and start kissing her very softly on the exposed part of my neck. As soon as I felt her lips on the lower part of my ear, my body shuddered. It was obvious that she now wanted something more than innocent games and if I had any doubt this disappeared when she opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue over the lobe of my ear. It felt fresh and smooth. I was nervous but extremely excited. The freshness of her tongue and the boldness it showed drove me crazy. Still, I knew what it was about. Nevertheless, instinctively I turned my head to one side and offered her my entire neck for her to continue. Not content with just running her tongue over me, she started giving me small bites on the neck while asking me please to keep touching her.Keep playing Maijo. Keep playing.-I was between confusion, heat, and the sheet at that height, not even knowing what exercise I was executing. She started massaging my breasts again with both hands but more intensely. At the same time, I began to feel her sex rubbing against my buttocks. I couldn't play anymore because she was moving and I was missing the notes I had to execute. She left one of my breasts and brought her right hand directly towards my thighs. While her mouth continued to caress my neck with soft kisses, her right hand started to caress my leg. Her caresses began on my knee, went up the inner thigh, and slid until almost reaching my vagina. Up and down, tracing the path all along my thigh. With my eyes closed, I placed both hands on the keyboard and stopped playing. I was feeling things very similar to when I masturbated alone at home.

Then, between that torrent of caresses and kisses, she suddenly took possession of my crotch with her hand. Almost naturally, without realizing it, I reacted by placing my hands firmly on the keyboard and my legs on the floor until I was semi-standing in front of her. My booty was almost at the same height as her face again. It was just that moment when one of her fingers slid smoothly along the elastic of my underwear to rub against my moist vaginal lips for the first time. I couldn't do anything but let out a sigh. Elisabeth was surprised to feel me so wet and took hold of my waist, making me sit on her. With her index finger gently tracing my slit, she whispered in my ear:You're a little lake, Maijo.It was true, my vagina was soaked. And even though this seemed to please her... I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Now I was sitting on her, with my legs open and semi-flexed. I found myself completely surrendered to what was happening. As Elisabeth passed her index finger up and down my slit several times, with her other hand lifting my breast to start kissing and licking my back, making my skin more erect. She had reached the spot that I considered a secret with her finger and the sensations didn't even give me time to think about what was really happening. Her fingers were caressing my clitoris in a divine way, sometimes one of them slipping inside, provoking the most beautiful sensations. The cards were on the table. She wanted me to cum and I didn't want it to stop. My breathing became labored and my moans were inevitable. Observing the pleasure she was causing, Elisabeth continued with her fingers doing their job. In no time, I had an impressive and wonderful orgasm that she enjoyed, noticing as I finished and groaned, hearing her whisper in my ear.- That's how I want you. That's how I wanted to have you. Ending up in my hands like a slut -. -Without giving me even a breath, he made me stop and put his hand on my nape forcing me to recline more against the piano, while he removed the bench from its place to give himself space behind me. Next, he knelt down and introduced both hands under my mini skirt, taking with both the elastic bands of the garment, pulling it down to my ankles. Without losing too much time, he put his head under my panties and started giving me soft kisses on the buttocks, while with the finger of his right hand he went back to playing in that place he had discovered. I was disintegrating into a cataract of pleasure. Unexpectedly, he stopped the soft kisses at the edges of my Booty and got up.This booty is so beautiful I'm going to save it for later.He given me a quarter turn in a somewhat abrupt way and taking hold of my neck with his right hand, he gave me a passionate kiss. He put his tongue in my mouth in a long and sensual kiss like the one that no boy had ever given me before. His left hand slowly descended down my back until it slipped under the mini and reached my hard buttocks to caress them. Meanwhile, his right hand was again on my ridge. I had no choice but to hug her around the neck and abandon myself completely to what my body desired. I remember that at that moment, even with the bloomers in my ankles, one of my sandals came off. When he finished kissing me, he looked at me with a smirk and put his knees in front of mine again. Taking my white intimate garment located at ankle height, he said to me:Raise your precious leg a bit. This little bedmate is no longer needed for you.First, I lifted one leg and then the other, allowing Elisabeth to completely remove my inner garment. She threw it away where my bra had flown before and then took my hand and led me to her room. She pushed me onto the bed. I remember falling onto my back and seeing her take off the top part of her swimsuit first and then the bottom part. She was totally naked in front of me. I sat up on the bed, and she came over to unbutton my shirt. I slowly took it off over my shoulders, and she lit up when she saw my breasts for the first time. After that, Elisabeth laid me down on my back on the bed and pressed my breasts together with both hands as if trying to join them. She was licking my nipples frantically. Her tongue moved in circles, filling the small aureola around them with saliva. Occasionally, she would give little bites to my nipples, which seemed like they wanted to get out of place. I felt small convulsions between my legs, I was extremely wet and covered in sweat from the heat, and from the heat that Elisabeth's body was transmitting to mine as it sat on top of me like a panther. She slowly stopped sucking my breasts and began to move her tongue down in a deliberate path, licking my abdomen and navel. She took off my shoes and stockings. Then she sat up and looked at me with her eyes, telling me to lift my hips a little. With both hands, she pulled the mini skirt down, which came off easily since it only had a brooch in front and was held back by elastic at the back. My crotch was finally left without any garment. Elisabeth continued giving me soft kisses on my stomach, then started playing with her tongue, tracing my pussy along its entire length. vibrated to the sound of her licks. The intense pleasure she provided with her tongue made me arch my back, leaving me even more exposed and open than before. My moans became sharp and short. I had my hands gripping the sheets in a defensive position, trying to retain the maximum time possible for my second orgasm.

But her tongue was a beautiful sensation of pleasure that rubbed against me without rest. With each one of the rubs she produced, I felt the need to feel it more and more times licking me there below. My heart was racing at a thousand beats per hour, I could feel it pounding in my chest as my moans began to flood her entire room. Abandoned completely to what was happening, I lifted my legs slightly into the air and placed my right hand on her head. She quickly interpreted what my body was asking for and increased the degree of her licks on my clitoris and the lips of my vulva. The situation couldn't prolong any longer and it was thus that suddenly, unable to hold back anymore... I finished with loud moans and gasps of pleasure. That second orgasm was indescribable. Intense. Unforgettable like the perfume of her bed. It was a clear sign that Elisabeth had indeed turned me into her slut.

My sex was completely soaked and barely understood what was happening to me. When I opened my eyes, Elisabeth continued on her knees in front of me with a mischievous and satisfying smile on her face. She took hold of my waist and made me move a little more towards the edge of the bed. I was still lying on my back but my booty now lay right on the edge of the bed. Without losing much time, Elisabeth lifted my legs. Taking them with both hands under my thighs, she raised my knees up flexing my ankles.- Now I want you to hold your legs like this, by the thighs and with both hands. I want to see them up and well open, with the knees stuck to your tits. I want to see you exposed.-Neither when I heard her say that my body went back to receiving an erotic adrenaline charge and I did nothing but obey her. I stood up and opened my legs as wide as possible, holding them with my hands under my thighs. Being on the edge of the bed in this position left exposed not only my wet sex, but also my anus. I was completely open and surrendered. She took advantage of the situation to start licking me and kissing my thighs again, going down once more to the most vulnerable part of my being. The same blows I felt on my chest, now I felt them on the top of my sex. My clitoris was swollen and ready to receive its due treatment. Elizabeth went down with her tongue along my legs, tracing the inner face of my thighs until she reached my sex again. At this point, my juices were running down my vagina towards the bottom, sliding along the crack of my butt, stopping for an instant in my anus and finally soaking all her sheets. I was really leaving a true puddle on that bed. Elizabeth carefully separated my vaginal lips with her left hand. With her left hand, she separated the lips covering my clitoris and started giving me small touches with the tip of her tongue. I remember I was jumping up and down on her bed with small pleasure jumps with each one of them. It was so much that at a moment Elizabeth held me tightly by the waist, asking me to stay quiet.

I had never been with another woman before then!!! Although we had kissed more than once with a friend in school, that was all just playing around. I mean, nothing compared to what was happening to me now. And I didn't know how I should behave. Elizabeth took my clitoris between the lower lip of her mouth while lifting it and caressing it with her tongue. She had it trapped. Three times in a row I felt those lovely spasms. Then she took my clitoris between both lips and squeezed them, as if she wanted to Bite me and in a frenzied form she started moving her tongue from left to right at an astonishing speed. What the hell!!! I started twisting myself in bed like a snake. I felt my belly as if it were inflated and what I had in my vagina were real convulsions. My body was wrapped in spasms while Elisabeth kept playing with her tongue, making me twist with pleasure on her bed.

With the frenzy that my body had moved slightly without me realizing it, but she, taking me firmly by the hips, adjusted me to her entire liking and desire to keep sucking me. With my sex so lubricated at that altitude, Elisabeth didn't hesitate for a moment and took advantage of penetrating me with two fingers first and then three. I had become her true slut. Not only was she sucking me divinely but also taking me with the fingers of her hand. It was impossible to resist. I couldn't get rid of her. I didn't want her to leave. A feeling of heat took over me. I felt like I was going to explode and I did. My third orgasm was phenomenal. A long, full, intense, and meaningful orgasm that made me arch my back with joy and pleasure.

When the sensations finally stopped running through my humanity and I opened my eyes again, I could see Elisabeth standing in front of me, probably contemplating how she had pleasured her young student.

As that third orgasm finished running through my entire body, I started feeling an unbearable heat. The sheet was soaked with my sweat and juices. I had left exhausted. Dead. I was lying on my side, still feeling the last tremors of pleasure throughout my body when Elisabeth decided it was time to change my position. She made me get onto my knees on the bed, looking at the wall and supporting myself on the walnut headboard. After achieving the position, I instinctively separated my legs and gave her a little butt to say... Elizabeth saw it. She knew that, being on her knees over the bed behind mine, she could see well both my sex and my anus. Elizabeth lay down on the bed on her back and put her head between my open legs again. She took me by the waist and asked me to bring my sex down to her mouth. Again, she took my clitoris between her lips and started playing with her tongue. Her hands skillfully descended from my waist to my Booty. Now she had me grabbed by the buttocks and pulled towards the sides, opening them. This was producing a little pain for me, but at the same time it was pleasant. Not only was she eating me out for the fourth time, but now she was penetrating me again with her index finger and ring finger joined in the shape of a phallus. In a few words... my piano teacher was fingering me. I didn't stop moaning and moaning while listening to her voice, which occasionally told me dirty things.- So precious, so!!! I'm going to make you the beautiful one of the sluts....-Staying Elizabeth in full session, suddenly decided to give things a turn. She pulled out her completely soaked fingers from my interior and almost instantly I started feeling like the tip of her right thumb was caressing my anus in circles. It was as if she wanted to put her finger in but wasn't doing it, until then my juices transported by her tongue and hand had reached that point. That area was now wrapped in a rare mixture of sweat and flow that lubricated everything. Ready to give it all, I separated the edges of my Booty with my own hands and lifted my pubis a bit more. She noticed and took advantage of the created space to dedicate herself to tracing with her tongue the path from the clitoris, across the vagina, and ending in the anus. She had me pinned down. Each of her tongue strokes left me jumping with pleasure, which promoted Elisabeth to hold me even tighter. It seemed she didn't want to let me go. She was licking my sex as if she were obsessed. She asked me to change positions, and then asked me to start doing the same things to her that she was doing to me. I sat up, turned around, and leaned my sex against Elisabeth's face again. She was still lying on her back on the bed, but now I was looking at her feet. Slowly I inclined until my face was over her sex. This was my first 69 with another woman. With her left hand, I could see how she parted the flesh to expose her clitoris. With her right hand, she started caressing herself and told me that's what I should do to her with my tongue. I saw that her juice was white and thick. And it satisfied me to know that Elisabeth, my piano teacher, was just as successful as I was. And without further ado, I also started playing with my tongue on her sex.- Like that, girl. Keep going like that. You're doing it well.-My professor was saying her first sighs. I clumsily adjusted my lips, trying to take her clitoris with my mouth, and remember that at one moment I tried to fill myself up in her sex. It was the first time in my life that I had taken another woman's sex into my mouth. She smelled and tasted savory. It was something I loved. I wanted to return to her a little of the pleasure she had given me. We stayed in that position for several minutes. Elisabeth relaxed a bit from her treatment on me and gave space for me to act this time. My licks on her vagina were effective. We were enjoying ourselves like two bitches. I felt her body tensing up slowly, a clear sign of the impending orgasm. Elisabeth was meanwhile dedicating herself to moaning and enjoying, playing only with the tip of her finger at the entrance of my tiny ass, but only caressing the folds around the anus without trying to penetrate it. I couldn't take it anymore. So while she played behind me and I licked her pussy, I lowered my hand and started masturbating. We both increased the rhythm of our moans until suddenly her body tensed up and exploded in a beautiful orgasm. Her first orgasm. The first one she had ever experienced with another woman in my life. I felt happy. Full of energy. Elisabeth had an orgasm and since I was still masturbating... logically, I had another one. The fourth that afternoon. Both of us were completely exhausted. Exhausted by so much pleasure. She took a pillow and put it behind her neck, lying down normally on the bed. I took the other and imitated her. We lay side by side, looking at each other's eyes. I was dazed. It was like some kind of older woman who was teaching me how beautiful sex is. A beautiful stepmother who knew how to extract every last drop of pleasure from me. So I couldn't help myself and gave her a kiss on the mouth. It was something spontaneous that came out from my soul. A short but sincere kiss. She She smiled at me and I automatically gave her another one. But no sooner had she left than she took my hand by the nape of my neck and gave me a long and deep kiss, showing who would now take on the dominant role in our relationship. After that kiss, I went back to resting my head on her pillow. Elisabeth lit a cigar. I couldn't help but feel the warmth of her skin, so I lowered myself a bit and rested my head between her chest and stomach. She, while smoking, stroked my head, playing with her hand's fingers, taking and stretching my hair.You're a beautiful girl, Maijo. I liked you since the first day I saw you. I swear I couldn't take it anymore, wanting to have you like that. From now on, you'll be my slut, okay?I could only say yes to everything. Next, I hugged him, he gave me a soft kiss and settled me into a position almost like a mother holding her daughter. He rested my head on his chest and wrapped his arms around me in a tender and protective way. His nipple and areola were at the level of my mouth and an instinctive act began to nurse from his breast as if I were a baby. I was in his arms, being nursed by his breast. I felt like the happiest and most protected girl in the world.

At that moment, we realized that the hours had flown by. Suddenly, the phone rang. We both jumped startled. It was 5:30 pm, and my mother was calling to ask why I hadn't arrived home yet. Elisabeth quickly told her that today I would stay an hour and a half longer to practice because I had been failing a lot and needed to improve if I wanted to do well on the exam. While she talked, I took advantage of going to the bathroom and peeing. Elisabeth then came with me and we both cleaned up. She begged me not to tell anyone anything about everything that had happened. She explained that at 17 years old, I was already a woman and that between women there were always secrets that weren't told to anyone, not even our own mothers. Then she commented that she was fascinated by my body. We were both still in the bathroom, with her standing behind me, hugging me while we looked at ourselves reflected together in the mirror. Suddenly, she let go and opened the shower. She checked that the water temperature was correct and then, taking my hand, invited me to get in.Now I'm going to wash you, do you know? I want you fresh for what's coming.I didn't understand anything, but since I felt happy in her hands, I accepted gladly. She put me under the shower and with a sponge soaked in liquid soap began to wash me. As the mop went over my body, she wouldn't stop praising me and telling me how beautiful I was. That I had a divine body and things like that. At one point she got into the shower with me, gave me a kiss and made me turn around. She started first by running the sponge over my back, but then left it aside and continued doing the same thing only with her own hands. This, combined with the hot water running down my back, was making me feel fabulous. I turned my neck to one side and her hands didn't take long to climb up my back until they reached my shoulders. Elisabeth started giving me a rich massage. As the water ran, her massages went slowly over my back towards the bottom. After a few minutes, they were already on top of my booty. Slowly and softly she began massaging my buttocks at the same time as I felt her mouth resting once more on my neck.I love your soft and round bum, girl.Heur she whispered in my ear suddenly. When I heard her say that at my back, my ego shot up to the clouds and as a reward I decided to slow down the Booty. She responded by giving me a loud slap. Next, she asked me to stop again. This time I leaned against the wall, got on tiptoes, and lifted her Booty slightly arching my back. In this way, the wet songs would shine in front of her eyes at their maximum. As they opened up a bit, giving access for her eyes to see my anus. I liked making her happy. She caressed my right cheek with her hand full of soap while washing my balls and not stopping telling me that I had a beautiful tiny ass. I stopped her again a little more, trying to get my songs open a bit more without using my hands. But before this provocation she inserted a finger into the inner part of the crease and gently touched my anus with her finger sayingMmmmmmmm Mayo... How you keep stopping my little butt like that... I won't have any other option but to do it to you!-I remained mute, but thrilled. My professor was openly telling me she desired to make love to my Booty! Every silence of mine Elizabeth took automatically as an implicit acceptance of her morbid desires. And without giving me time to sketch out any kind of remorse... she started sliding her index finger along the semi-wet crevice of my Booty. She did it from bottom to top, repeatedly, pausing a little each time she detected her fingertips reaching the height of my anus. Elizabeth really knew how to warm up a woman. She was rubbing my asshole and I loved it. Suddenly she turned me around, shut off the faucet, took my hand, and we both got out of the shower. She stopped in the bathroom center and used a towel to dry me completely, paying attention to every square centimeter of my skin.

We went into the living room where the piano and futon were. On this latter she made me sit down. Then she brought two pillows and a clean sheet from her room, which we spread out together on the futon. I had no idea what Elizabeth had in mind, but it intrigued me to find out. Once the preparations were finished, she told me to lie down on my stomach on the futon. After lying down, I moved the piano bench and sat down in front of me. Now I was like a keyboard that longed to feel her magical hands' caresses and pleasure again. Between the pillows on the armrest of the futon, she took out a thick bottle of body oil and began applying it all over my back. While spreading the oil and caressing me, she asked if I usually masturbate at home. I remember timidly telling her yes. Then she asked me to lift my Booty up for her to see, which I did immediately. She took one of the pillows with fluffy filling and put it under my abdomen, at the height of my pelvis. It's unnecessary to say that after this my Booty was left like that. my butt was slightly open, naturally separating both cheeks, at the exact moment where I'm sure she, from her position, could appreciate anew the roundness of my anus. She told me to put my hand between my legs and caress myself. I knew exactly what to do. With my ass a little up, I passed my hand under my belly until my fingers reached the rim of my vulva and of course my clitoris. I began slowly masturbating as I perceived her pouring oil again, but this time not on my back, but on my waist, just before the start of my booty.

Elisabeth massaged my lower back and waist for a good while until she finally took a towel and removed all the remaining balsamic oil that my skin hadn't absorbed. I had my eyes closed and was abandoned once more to what she desired to do with me. She stood up and now stood in front of the futon's headrest. She reclined on top of me and tickled me with her fingernails, sliding them over my lower back and ribs. As I perceived her breath bathing my balls, I increased the pace of my masturbation. My instinctive reaction was to arch even more, which made my butt rise up. Dominantly, her hands rested on my outer edges, slowly opening them. She placed her thumbs on both hands beside my anus to open it as much as possible and said...Now you're going to see what's good.Automatically I felt the width of her tongue tracing from bottom to top along the crack of my ass. Elizabeth was taking me again to heaven, filling my anal cavity completely with her saliva. This first full and frank tongue thrust all along my ass made me see stars. I had never reached the point with my boyfriend where he would allow me to do anything with my Booty. Nothing. And yet, here I was. Desiring that she be the first person to have access to my most secret part. She continued with her licks, making her tongue snake along my crack, but above all paying special attention to my anus. After a while, she put her tongue on point and began to exert pressure on the door of my ass. It didn't take much effort for my sphincter to give in gladly, allowing her wet muscle to enter that first thrust almost completely. While she was penetrating my ass with her tongue, Elizabeth had taken me again once more with her two hands around my waist. That possessive attitude, as if not wanting to let me escape, drove me crazy. I was attracted and pushed towards her face by her hands on my waist. Those movements, together with those of her neck, made her tongue enter and leave my ass, achieving greater depth and opening in each incursion. On one side, she separated my buttocks as far apart as possible with her thumbs, and on the other, she inserted her pointed tongue all the way to the bottom. After a couple of minutes of deep incursions, my anus had dilated to the point where her tongue entered and left my being without any obstacle. Elizabeth was taking complete possession of my posterior part. My most intimate part. I felt so possessed by her that I could only stop her from pushing my Booty even more, making it easier for her tongue to enter and leave my rectum. I found myself at her entire pleasure for the fifth time. She continued penetrating my ass with her tongue without letting me breathe! At that age, I had no prejudices about what both of us were doing. doing. And I was really excited to find out if everything was going to end with Elizabeth inside me in some other way. The truth is that it was about my first anal experience and, up until then, I loved absolutely everything. Yet, I had reservations that another kind of penetration would hurt me. That's why even though I was having a blast, I started asking her between moans to stop.- Eli please... not for the Booty. Not for the Booty I don't know if I want -But Elizabeth was ignoring my pleas and kept fucking me harder with her tongue. She only stopped briefly to tell me some dirty things.Now you're going to get it. Today you're going to leave my house with that tiny butt done. You're going to be my divine slut.
- No way, please don't. It's fine up until here. My mom is going to come looking for me! -
Is your mom? Does your mom know her little girl is so slutty? Does your mom know how much you love it when they eat your booty?All these phrases were the only thing that managed to make me even more horny. I no longer just masturbated frenetically but now lifted my Booty as high as possible so that it would make me completely happy. Knowing by my uncontrollable spasms that I was on the verge of the fifth orgasm, Elisabeth took my breasts once again and, separating them with her hand, grabbed the balsamic oil bottle with the other and poured a generous amount of content. She did it directly onto my anus. The freshness of the substance drew a moan from my lips and I made a vague (and false) attempt to try to give myself a quarter turn. But she quickly held me firm with her mouth down, doubling an arm over my back and mounting some of her weight on top of me. Totally submissive to her desire, Elisabeth approached my ear and said Now there are no excuses that will work for you, girl. Now you're staying like this. Calm down. I'm going to enjoy this bum slowly.Without losing any more time, he returned to his original position and supporting his index finger on the crack of my ass began to rub it, spreading oil with his finger all along. Both my anus and his finger would be greased with oil. I continued to masturbate while imploring him.Slowly Eli... slowly please.But she made me keep silent.-Slut... now there's no 'please' that counts anymore. Let me do it to you. You'll see how in a minute this big one swallows my finger completely.-And without further ado, I support the tip of my thumb and started exercising a gentle but firm pressure. Suddenly my ring gave way and we both felt like his finger was sliding in until it reached the first phalanx. I swear that small initial incursion made me faint. My virgin anus dilated as if it had been waiting for the arrival of that finger throughout its entire life.It's so easy, isn't it? You already have the first ring inside. Two more steps and you'll have it all inside.Instinctively I brought her other hand down below my abdomen making a little force upwards. I immediately knew Elisabeth wanted, for her final thrust, me to feel a bit more the ass. I lifted my Booty even higher and quickly she took advantage of the moment to take the second pillow and put it also under my abdomen. Now if had my butt up as high as possible. I was with Elisabeth's finger in my anus until the first phalanx and completely surrendered to her entire satisfaction. I began to masturbate frenetically knowing well what was coming. It was here that I became exhausted and completely open, I started feeling like Elisabeth's long finger began to slide slowly but inexorably all the way into me. Her entry was a beautiful erotic and sexual sensation! The ring of my anus enjoyed the soft but deep journey of her finger from start to finish. Her deep thrust only ended when the knuckles of her hand met the entrance of my anus. It was the unmistakable sign that her long finger had sunk completely inside me. Losing my anal virginity with her was something wonderful that I will never forget. I let it rest for a few seconds before starting to pull it out slowly. At that moment, I felt like I was touching heaven. When I pulled it out completely, she left my anus resting for a couple of seconds before starting the entire penetration process again. With her finger all the way inside me once more, Elisabeth bent over my back and whispered in my ear, almost as if confessing a secret, 'Now... while the girl is masturbating... this little finger will start taking her bum slowly, slowly from behind.He immediately started pushing it in and out at a smooth and perfectly synchronized pace with the masturbation I was doing with my hand. It's unnecessary to say that I accelerated the rhythm of my masturbation as the final climax approached, accompanied by a chorus of moans. This caused Elisabeth to start pushing her finger in and out at an even faster pace. The pleasure I felt with each of her entries transported me to infinity. I began to moan and beg for more.-Thus Eli, please keep going like this. Don't stop.-I was saying totally abandoned to pleasure, while feeling a ball of fire growing inside me that announced the biggest and best orgasm I had all afternoon.- What a beautiful slut you are Maijo. What a beautiful whore you are! I always knew that with me, you would end up like this with me -She continued with her feast, inserting and removing her index finger inside of me when suddenly she pulled it out completely and took my hand with the other one, stopping my masturbation. Elizabeth didn't want it to end yet. It hadn't passed two seconds when I felt her presence at my anus again, but this time... there were two fingers. And since my hole was already dilated, the entry of both fingers into my interior happened naturally without encountering any resistance or obstacle. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of pleasure as she felt both phalanges filling me.Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghggggggggggg.... Eliiiiii... For God's sake!!!
You've got two of my fingers inside you, precious. The index and the ring finger. Now I'm really holding on to your booty. You're going to leave from here with your bum done like this! As God commands!With her fingers dug deep into the bottom of my being, Elizabeth let go of my hand so I could resume my masturbation. Not only had she dug her longest fingers in deep, but now she was inserting and withdrawing them at a faster rate. She was ripping my ass apart in the most beautiful and gratifying way I'd ever imagined. And it was being done by a beautiful woman, much older than me, whom I had always admired. My frantic masturbation pace took me to the limit where I couldn't take anymore, tensing up my entire body as I came with all my soul in an endless and explosive orgasm. Filled with spasms and moans, I felt this orgasm coursing through my entire body without finding a destination or end. I remained full and overflowing, bouncing back and forth. So I continued to stimulate my clitoris automatically, and the first orgasm repeated itself in a second and third one, all in a row. I maintained my position on fours with my ass well pumped, making the most of the pleasure Elizabeth was giving me with her two fingers dug deep into my core until the infinite. My final cum coincided with the final thrust of her fingers, which were now quieting down in the deepest part of my being, waiting for my spasms to subside. They were super inside. I felt them in my belly button. Exhausted but still feeling the orgasm reverberating everywhere, Elizabeth took advantage of the moment to start withdrawing her two fingers from me, doing so softly and delicately. I could feel how, when they finally came out, my anus would close satisfied once again behind them. Elizabeth poured a little more oil onto her hand and passed the tip of her finger along the crease of my ass three or four times. It seemed like a final caress to my anus in reward for the surrender made. A tender caress, as if she were trying to calm some irritation or something. Then she gave me a loud slap on the booty and, with a mischievous smile on her face, said...Already you're a slut. Today you were anal-fucked for the first time.Leaving my humanity on the futon completely exhausted. I was still lying face down. I was completely drained but happy. I removed the two pillows that were underneath and put one under my face. I needed to be like this, lying down, for at least five or ten minutes. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt the wonderful sensation in my anus that we all feel when that intimate corner is first taken. I felt happy. I felt desired. I felt radiant. I felt like a beautiful slut. And there was no fear or guilt involved. Elizabeth got up and prepared the bathroom again. Scared by the hour, she returned to the room and told me to hurry up and get cleaned up in the bathroom. It was useless... I was still lying face down on the futon, watching butterflies. I really needed those ten minutes of peace. Then she gathered my clothes and came back where I was. She tenderly caressed my cheek and helped me sit up to give me soft kisses. In the bathroom, she helped me bathe and then get dressed. Before I left, Elizabeth called my mother and told her that I should start practicing three hours a class instead of one and a half, and that she wouldn't charge me extra for it, since I was her best student but had gotten a bit lazy in the summer. I thought it was a great idea because it meant we could spend more time together and alone. As she turned to leave, she took the money that was on the table from the beginning and looked at me with her eyes sayingI want you to take this money and buy yourself a beautiful lingerie set. A black bodysuit set. You'll be all like a slut dressed in that. I swear, I can't wait to see you with it.I was fascinated! Not only was I telling myself that this would repeat itself, but it also returned the money to me so I could buy a set of lingerie!!! I realized then that I also loved Elisabeth too!!! All that remained was waiting for our next encounter. I left her house with total happiness. A happiness I hadn't felt in a long time. That night I ate, watched TV a bit and went to my room to listen to music and think a little. I still felt the remnants of his incursion on my Booty. I couldn't stop thinking about her and everything that had happened. Barely four hours had passed and I was already dying to see her again. But it was Monday. And my next piano class wasn't until Friday. I looked to one side and saw the money she had returned to me on the table lamp. I knew exactly what I should do with that. Elisabeth had been very specific. And I had three whole days left to find the black lace set with which I would present myself at our second encounter...