Chapter IX: Pierce
Watching Luciana melt with joy was exquisite. But the evening wasn't going to end in a tie at one orgasm. Nothing to see. This was a woman thirsty for pleasure, and I, still unaware of all her potential, was going to pay dearly for that boldness of wanting to put myself on her par. Luciana quickly recovered, leaned her body against one of the mirrors, turned her face, and with her defiant gaze, invited me to explore her again once more with my still erect penis.
I didn't approach her either short or lazy, I smoothly ran my hand over her vulva and immediately separated those rosy-looking lips and introduced my penis. I was kissing her neck while moving smoothly inside her. She barely lifted her head to allow me greater mobility in her tattooed neck. One of her hands went behind her head and mine, then she held me back and rewarded me with one of her succulent kisses.
One time my lips parted from his, I lowered my gaze slightly, as if to supervise the fun of my penis between her pussy. And it was there that I succumbed to her greatest temptations, it was at that moment that I started seeing her butt waving, like asking to join the party.
I didn't know if she was willing, I didn't know how she would react, but honestly it seemed to me that I wanted to explore that unknown cavity in her until now. Not just Luciana's, but any other human being's, since never before had I given the pleasure of penetrating someone through the anus. Neither my wife nor anyone else.
However, an abusive intrusion of that kind could disturb the very Luciana herself, queen of transgression, dirtiness, prohibition, and weirdness. I preferred to test the terrain then. I removed my member from her pussy and later put a couple of my fingers in. They didn't stay there for long, as the intention wasn't to masturbate her, but to moisten them a bit with that viscous liquid that swarmed from her hot vagina.
Once covered, I led them towards their butt. I wanted to lubricate her pussy with her own fluids. Maybe a spit if necessary, but especially I wanted to make my desire to possess that ass clear. For my good fortune, Luciana gave the green light. Not just with one of her provocative gestures, but by taking my hand and guiding it towards her butt herself.
I stimulated her for a scarce pair of minutes with my fingers, although during that time I gave myself the pleasure of penetrating her again through the vagina. I felt my glans with my fingers on the other side of the wall and vice versa, I felt the penis in my fingers, obviously covered by Luciana's flesh.
And when I saw my fingers becoming more autonomous in their rectal exploration, I began to understand that the moment of debut for my member on paved paths had arrived. Penetrating an anus is not like penetrating a vagina. It's more, I'd say it's not about penetrating but about perforating. The erect member, eager and anxious, finds itself against a wall, which gradually, step by step, begins to yield; but one must be patient, one must know how and when to apply force to avoid hurting, to open up the way little by little.
The transit is slow but extremely enjoyable. The walls of the rectum will start opening up, and there will be a point at which they will begin to secrete a unique fluid in its species, a viscous substance that will likely have a function more related to excretion than anything else.
My member was burying itself in me a few moments before, while she twisted her pretty face. Her eyes acquired that whitish tone, disappearing her pupil and iris; her mouth let out some guttural moans; and her ass became increasingly permissive on my first attempt.
The year generates a particular sensation at the moment of penetration, surrounded by more muscles and all these squeeze the intruder unconsciously. Feeling my member imprisoned by her buttocks was enough to make me explode with pleasure for the second time that night.
I must admit that it wasn't a long-lasting anal relationship, I barely reached climax. But seeing, seconds later, my sperm dripping and falling from his ass, would be sufficient stimulus to motivate me to seek the third orgasm of the day.
Chapter X: Defeat in Packaging
Before continuing, Luciana offered to take a break for us. We asked for a bottle of wine to be brought to the room and once it was delivered, we consumed it in the small lounge, accompanied by a cannabis cigarette, which obviously had been arranged by Luciana herself. She looked a bit disheveled, perhaps a little flushed, but overall she didn't seem to show the wear that is supposed to result from the most demanding exercises. I, on the other hand, felt certainly exhausted. I was covered in sweat, and at the time, and to give myself courage, I categorized it as 'the warrior's pearls'.
Of course I still had reserves left in the tank. It's more, even if I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, I was willing to give up more than necessary to wake up fornicating with this goddess of fleshly pleasures. But as the hours passed and my body rubbed against hers, I began to understand that it would be impossible to keep pace.
Luciana entered the room again, while I remained for a few more minutes in the living room, finishing the joint and mentally preparing myself to enjoy and make the most of what had been until then the best night of my existence.
When I entered, I didn't find her in the room but in the bathroom. There she was, admiring her beautiful silhouette before the mirror, contemplating her divinity before taking a shower.
I asked her to give me a photo of that moment, for her to pose for me and let me have a memory of that night. She posed, gave me that nice postcard and went into the shower.
Having her body moistened by the water, her pores open from the steam that invaded the atmosphere, and her generous ass pressed against the cold tiles, she invited me to shower with her.
Luciana remained reclined on the tiles, exposing her breasts, abdomen, vagina, legs, and face for my complete delight. I then decided to crouch down and savor her pubic area once more. She deserved it. Besides, this was a way to gain time to recover something of the libido that had gone away from me minutes earlier between her buttocks.
Of course the water flowing down his torso and groin ended up distorting the exquisite flavor of his fluids. It wasn't an extensive incursion of my tongue into her pussy, but it was enough to make her engines start up again, to provoke anew the ardor of that insatiable vagina.
I stood up again, face to face with the beautiful Luciana. Looking directly at her face was a whole indulgence, losing myself in the depth of her beautiful and dark eyes; it was an exquisite experience contemplating those wet and tempting lips, and it was especially reassuring to find complicity and perversion in every one of her gestures.
Before penetrating her for the umpteenth time at night, I launched my hand towards her vulva to experience again her ardors in my hands, to verify that she was ready for action. Next, I guided my penis with my other hand towards her pubic area. It was a bit difficult for us to have sex due to the humidity of the floor, as we had several attempts at falling, although we always managed to maintain our balance.
At this height of the night there was no contemplation or delicacy whatsoever. My penetration was deep and without any kind of consideration. Of course, I didn't count on the same energy as at the beginning, fatigue was invading me, and this would manifest itself minutes later with cramps in my legs.
But there I went on, enduring like an authentic champion of fornicators, demanding from my body something it was not prepared for.
This coitus was extremely prolonged, as I honestly had some kind of difficulty reaching orgasm. But Luciana never got annoyed about it, rather she expressed her enjoyment every instant. She didn't have any complaints or objections towards me for the excessive rubbing between my penis and the living flesh of her pussy.
It was so long that I got the opportunity to reflect in the middle of the dust. I started thinking about how wonderful it would have been to run into Luciana 15 years ago. Not just because I'd get to know a much younger version of her, but also because I'd get to test my virility at its peak. Of course, it would have been something that would have played in double meaning, since surely Luciana in her youth had been much more active than she was now.
Luciana, showing some fatigue from being there on her feet, invited me to take her in four. We continued there, under the relentless water spray, but now in this position that caused me so much fascination; seeing that enormous ass was a joy in every sense of the word.
In this occasion I gave myself the luxury of whipping those magnificent buttocks. I did it with all the nonchalance of the case, without caring about anything. So much so that I didn't stop until I left them completely red. Luciana accompanied my whippings with thunderous screams, and it was this that managed to bring me to ecstasy for the third time in the evening.
My exhaustion was evident. I admitted, at that late hour of the night, that I wouldn't be able to fulfill the challenge I had set for myself before arriving at the motel, which was to give her as much pleasure as she would give me.
Of course she couldn't be dissatisfied, since with those three ejaculations she had generated the joy that possibly she wouldn't have achieved at home all along the year. She had seen her twisting in pleasure, felt the contractions of her ass and the spasms of her legs on me, been a witness to her fluids escaping from her crotch, been a luxury spectator of the burns of her pussy. But with everything and that it would be impossible for Luciana to feel all the pleasure she had made me feel.
We exit the shower, dry our bodies, and sit down again to drink a little more wine, to fill the silence with sensible conversation between two adults who understood their marriages as failures.
Luciana asked if I was ready for a new coupling, to which I responded with complete sincerity, admitting my absolute exhaustion. But she wouldn't accept no as an answer. 'Let me, you'll see how I'll revive you', she said before taking my hand and leading me to bed.
He fell on me there, and started to caress my penis, began to masturbate me, looked at me with that mischievousness so typical of his nature while agitating my recovering member between his hands. He used his flirtatious tongue and beautiful lips, and succeeded, again had my penis ready to enter him once more.
That was an orgasm that Luciana controlled from start to finish, she mounted and rode me until she felt satisfied, and obviously until I doubled over in pleasure once more on the night.
I didn't know what time it was, nor did I care. In fact, the only relevant thing for me at that hour was to rest. Finally, I saw this sex machine find sleep. It was all a relief, as keeping up with this nymphomaniac was like disputing a package with Peter Sagan.
We woke up at the Rocamar, which meant paying double the tariff, since exceeding the six-hour stay is considered a new service. Anyway, I don't regret it the slightest for what our stay cost us, nor at dawn next to her and seeing that smile of satisfaction.
Chapter XI: “Let it be dark”
Waking up to see his face is truly satisfying. Although I have to admit that when getting up, I was very stealthy. I didn't want to wake this insatiable beast of carnal pleasures abruptly. I couldn't, in a spiritual and physical sense, have any more sex...
The continuation of this story at https://relatoscalientesyalgomas.blogspot.com/2021/04/la-profe-luciana-capitulo-xi.html
Watching Luciana melt with joy was exquisite. But the evening wasn't going to end in a tie at one orgasm. Nothing to see. This was a woman thirsty for pleasure, and I, still unaware of all her potential, was going to pay dearly for that boldness of wanting to put myself on her par. Luciana quickly recovered, leaned her body against one of the mirrors, turned her face, and with her defiant gaze, invited me to explore her again once more with my still erect penis.I didn't approach her either short or lazy, I smoothly ran my hand over her vulva and immediately separated those rosy-looking lips and introduced my penis. I was kissing her neck while moving smoothly inside her. She barely lifted her head to allow me greater mobility in her tattooed neck. One of her hands went behind her head and mine, then she held me back and rewarded me with one of her succulent kisses.
One time my lips parted from his, I lowered my gaze slightly, as if to supervise the fun of my penis between her pussy. And it was there that I succumbed to her greatest temptations, it was at that moment that I started seeing her butt waving, like asking to join the party.
I didn't know if she was willing, I didn't know how she would react, but honestly it seemed to me that I wanted to explore that unknown cavity in her until now. Not just Luciana's, but any other human being's, since never before had I given the pleasure of penetrating someone through the anus. Neither my wife nor anyone else.
However, an abusive intrusion of that kind could disturb the very Luciana herself, queen of transgression, dirtiness, prohibition, and weirdness. I preferred to test the terrain then. I removed my member from her pussy and later put a couple of my fingers in. They didn't stay there for long, as the intention wasn't to masturbate her, but to moisten them a bit with that viscous liquid that swarmed from her hot vagina.
Once covered, I led them towards their butt. I wanted to lubricate her pussy with her own fluids. Maybe a spit if necessary, but especially I wanted to make my desire to possess that ass clear. For my good fortune, Luciana gave the green light. Not just with one of her provocative gestures, but by taking my hand and guiding it towards her butt herself.
I stimulated her for a scarce pair of minutes with my fingers, although during that time I gave myself the pleasure of penetrating her again through the vagina. I felt my glans with my fingers on the other side of the wall and vice versa, I felt the penis in my fingers, obviously covered by Luciana's flesh.
And when I saw my fingers becoming more autonomous in their rectal exploration, I began to understand that the moment of debut for my member on paved paths had arrived. Penetrating an anus is not like penetrating a vagina. It's more, I'd say it's not about penetrating but about perforating. The erect member, eager and anxious, finds itself against a wall, which gradually, step by step, begins to yield; but one must be patient, one must know how and when to apply force to avoid hurting, to open up the way little by little.
The transit is slow but extremely enjoyable. The walls of the rectum will start opening up, and there will be a point at which they will begin to secrete a unique fluid in its species, a viscous substance that will likely have a function more related to excretion than anything else.
My member was burying itself in me a few moments before, while she twisted her pretty face. Her eyes acquired that whitish tone, disappearing her pupil and iris; her mouth let out some guttural moans; and her ass became increasingly permissive on my first attempt.
The year generates a particular sensation at the moment of penetration, surrounded by more muscles and all these squeeze the intruder unconsciously. Feeling my member imprisoned by her buttocks was enough to make me explode with pleasure for the second time that night.
I must admit that it wasn't a long-lasting anal relationship, I barely reached climax. But seeing, seconds later, my sperm dripping and falling from his ass, would be sufficient stimulus to motivate me to seek the third orgasm of the day.
Chapter X: Defeat in Packaging
Before continuing, Luciana offered to take a break for us. We asked for a bottle of wine to be brought to the room and once it was delivered, we consumed it in the small lounge, accompanied by a cannabis cigarette, which obviously had been arranged by Luciana herself. She looked a bit disheveled, perhaps a little flushed, but overall she didn't seem to show the wear that is supposed to result from the most demanding exercises. I, on the other hand, felt certainly exhausted. I was covered in sweat, and at the time, and to give myself courage, I categorized it as 'the warrior's pearls'.
Of course I still had reserves left in the tank. It's more, even if I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, I was willing to give up more than necessary to wake up fornicating with this goddess of fleshly pleasures. But as the hours passed and my body rubbed against hers, I began to understand that it would be impossible to keep pace.
Luciana entered the room again, while I remained for a few more minutes in the living room, finishing the joint and mentally preparing myself to enjoy and make the most of what had been until then the best night of my existence.
When I entered, I didn't find her in the room but in the bathroom. There she was, admiring her beautiful silhouette before the mirror, contemplating her divinity before taking a shower.
I asked her to give me a photo of that moment, for her to pose for me and let me have a memory of that night. She posed, gave me that nice postcard and went into the shower.
Having her body moistened by the water, her pores open from the steam that invaded the atmosphere, and her generous ass pressed against the cold tiles, she invited me to shower with her.
Luciana remained reclined on the tiles, exposing her breasts, abdomen, vagina, legs, and face for my complete delight. I then decided to crouch down and savor her pubic area once more. She deserved it. Besides, this was a way to gain time to recover something of the libido that had gone away from me minutes earlier between her buttocks.
Of course the water flowing down his torso and groin ended up distorting the exquisite flavor of his fluids. It wasn't an extensive incursion of my tongue into her pussy, but it was enough to make her engines start up again, to provoke anew the ardor of that insatiable vagina.
I stood up again, face to face with the beautiful Luciana. Looking directly at her face was a whole indulgence, losing myself in the depth of her beautiful and dark eyes; it was an exquisite experience contemplating those wet and tempting lips, and it was especially reassuring to find complicity and perversion in every one of her gestures.
Before penetrating her for the umpteenth time at night, I launched my hand towards her vulva to experience again her ardors in my hands, to verify that she was ready for action. Next, I guided my penis with my other hand towards her pubic area. It was a bit difficult for us to have sex due to the humidity of the floor, as we had several attempts at falling, although we always managed to maintain our balance.
At this height of the night there was no contemplation or delicacy whatsoever. My penetration was deep and without any kind of consideration. Of course, I didn't count on the same energy as at the beginning, fatigue was invading me, and this would manifest itself minutes later with cramps in my legs.
But there I went on, enduring like an authentic champion of fornicators, demanding from my body something it was not prepared for.
This coitus was extremely prolonged, as I honestly had some kind of difficulty reaching orgasm. But Luciana never got annoyed about it, rather she expressed her enjoyment every instant. She didn't have any complaints or objections towards me for the excessive rubbing between my penis and the living flesh of her pussy.
It was so long that I got the opportunity to reflect in the middle of the dust. I started thinking about how wonderful it would have been to run into Luciana 15 years ago. Not just because I'd get to know a much younger version of her, but also because I'd get to test my virility at its peak. Of course, it would have been something that would have played in double meaning, since surely Luciana in her youth had been much more active than she was now.
Luciana, showing some fatigue from being there on her feet, invited me to take her in four. We continued there, under the relentless water spray, but now in this position that caused me so much fascination; seeing that enormous ass was a joy in every sense of the word.
In this occasion I gave myself the luxury of whipping those magnificent buttocks. I did it with all the nonchalance of the case, without caring about anything. So much so that I didn't stop until I left them completely red. Luciana accompanied my whippings with thunderous screams, and it was this that managed to bring me to ecstasy for the third time in the evening.
My exhaustion was evident. I admitted, at that late hour of the night, that I wouldn't be able to fulfill the challenge I had set for myself before arriving at the motel, which was to give her as much pleasure as she would give me.
Of course she couldn't be dissatisfied, since with those three ejaculations she had generated the joy that possibly she wouldn't have achieved at home all along the year. She had seen her twisting in pleasure, felt the contractions of her ass and the spasms of her legs on me, been a witness to her fluids escaping from her crotch, been a luxury spectator of the burns of her pussy. But with everything and that it would be impossible for Luciana to feel all the pleasure she had made me feel.
We exit the shower, dry our bodies, and sit down again to drink a little more wine, to fill the silence with sensible conversation between two adults who understood their marriages as failures.
Luciana asked if I was ready for a new coupling, to which I responded with complete sincerity, admitting my absolute exhaustion. But she wouldn't accept no as an answer. 'Let me, you'll see how I'll revive you', she said before taking my hand and leading me to bed.
He fell on me there, and started to caress my penis, began to masturbate me, looked at me with that mischievousness so typical of his nature while agitating my recovering member between his hands. He used his flirtatious tongue and beautiful lips, and succeeded, again had my penis ready to enter him once more.
That was an orgasm that Luciana controlled from start to finish, she mounted and rode me until she felt satisfied, and obviously until I doubled over in pleasure once more on the night.
I didn't know what time it was, nor did I care. In fact, the only relevant thing for me at that hour was to rest. Finally, I saw this sex machine find sleep. It was all a relief, as keeping up with this nymphomaniac was like disputing a package with Peter Sagan.
We woke up at the Rocamar, which meant paying double the tariff, since exceeding the six-hour stay is considered a new service. Anyway, I don't regret it the slightest for what our stay cost us, nor at dawn next to her and seeing that smile of satisfaction.
Chapter XI: “Let it be dark”
Waking up to see his face is truly satisfying. Although I have to admit that when getting up, I was very stealthy. I didn't want to wake this insatiable beast of carnal pleasures abruptly. I couldn't, in a spiritual and physical sense, have any more sex...
The continuation of this story at https://relatoscalientesyalgomas.blogspot.com/2021/04/la-profe-luciana-capitulo-xi.html
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