I see that giant cock turn in the direction of my anus and I don't say anything. I watch his movements in silence. My heart is at a thousand, thousand, thousand beats per minute. Smiling at him and not saying anything is like giving him consent. Then he slowly pushes it between my buttocks, while with one hand I start to masturbate. From underneath I feel a twinge of pain and so I realise, almost not believing my eyes, that he is really entering my ass. I grit my teeth and let out a moan, a moan followed by a massive scream. The next thing I know, I feel this huge piece of flesh pressing into me. The pain makes me instinctively clench the muscles in my bottom. However, by now the head was already inside and so attempts to compress my anus against this large, granitic piece of meat were of no use. His tool by now had partially penetrated me. I feel a gradual thrust, from him trying to increase the penetration. I don't believe what I see as the rest of his cock also makes its way betwe
So I let go and stopped pushing my head towards him, thinking that in the end this is how things should be and I understand that in a few moments I will find all his cum in my face. I see his hand stop with the head completely freed from the foreskin and then I close my eyes with my mouth half open while his other hand holds my hair tightly forcing me to stay still in front of his giant cock. I realised that I was going to take his sperm all over my face. I wait so passively for his cum in my face that it doesn't take long to come. I feel a loud splash hitting my face like a strong jet of water exploding on my face and it's tremendously prolonged. So I feel all my eyes, my nose, and my mouth flood with his juices while his soft moans confirm how much he enjoyed himself. The cum slide down my face dripping between my boobs and running down to the rest of my body. Instinctively I make it as if to back up with my head, but I have the wall behind me and so I find myself completely stuck i
I came to the college and it was a completely new experience for me. I am 18 years old and I am quite excited by all these people, bars, clubs, and student parties. I want to try everything. I am ready for love. And I am ready to meet the right one. My father, at home, used to be quite strict with me and my sisters. We are four young girls from Italy and he used to say we should pay attention to what guys want from us. My measurements are 34, 24 and 34. I have curly dark brown hair and green eyes and I am quite sure about what men want from me. I am really interested in sex, obviously, since I tried it, but not as much as I would love to. I want to try my art of seduction; I want to show my sexiness. In high school, I just thought I didn’t like guys. They were naïve to me. I saw them always making jokes about girls, to be more precise, about fucking girls and always pretending to be someone cooler. I know I like more mature men. Though I find myself here, in the first semester of my
And then the first semester of college arrived and apparently I didn't understand a thing. The young guys who were hitting on me just did not have enough skill to satisfy my thirst. I'm just more attracted to older men. Grown-ups. I take a lot of classes, there are people from all backgrounds, students of all ages, and especially female professors and male professors. In almost every course I'm not getting the grades I want. I study politics, but there is a lot of art, literature, anthropology, and culture and they are all subjects that interest me, that excites me. However, the intellectual part is not everything. The first semester is also a demonstration of what you are worth, physically, as a woman. All the girls parade around campus, through the corridors, through classes, in the canteen, with bare legs and breasts very much in evidence. Always. A parade of long, thin legs, high firm buttocks, heels, mesh stockings, no stockings, fishnet stockings, short skirts, tight jeans, po
In the following weeks, I started attending Professor Herford's classes. I always sit in the back because I don't have the courage to look the professor in the face. But his lectures are beautiful, full of passion, full of poetry and he, now that I can look at him properly, calmly is the sexiest professor I have ever met. He is powerful, and authoritative, but also gentle and delicate. He knows how to talk to girls, keeps the confidence of boys in check, moves elegantly in the room and can explain very well. His deep voice when he reads poetry makes me sigh and dream. But after meeting him I notice that my vagina gets wet or something like that. It moistens and opens, expanding as if it is ready to receive something. My asshole also throbs as if it wants a large object to enter it. I find myself having to admit that I am jealous when some other student goes to talk to him, I find myself turning purple with envy when he pays some other classmates, a few compliments, and I find mysel
I walk over to his table, take his hand and place it on one of my breasts. He is warm and powerful. I feel myself getting completely wet. While he keeps his hand on my breast he says, “Margherita, I don't want you to get any strange ideas or things to become inappropriate....” "What is appropriate, Professor?” I ask innocently. "Well, for example, it was inappropriate that you weren’t wearing underwear the other day,” he says. So he noticed! I bend down on my knees until I was on the same level as him being seated and reply, “I apologize, Professor. I apologize so much. I shouldn't have, I know. I'm so embarrassed.” My ass is in the air while I'm saying this. He pulls my face up and says, “How come you're this horny?” I have this strange feeling in his presence. I feel like I'm on fire. "Did you behave yourself today?” he continues, his voice growing thick and stronger scaring me a bit. "In what way?” I asked innocently. "Are you wearing them?” he interrogates "You should ch
I walk away from his office trying not to look too upset with my hair, my make-up and my clothes. But if sex disrupts life, there's little I can do about it. The next day I completed my French, History and even English exams. With Herford. After all the tests, I arrived relaxed. Serene. Well-prepared. Focused. In short, the day before did me good and calmed me down, helping me to clear my mind for the tests. Once the tests are over, I am allowing myself a few days of peace and quiet. I take care of myself, of my body. I even watch some porn. Something I had never dared to do before. Because, well, what happened with Herford, it left me very, very horny. But I know it can't happen again. So, in the nighttime, when thoughts about him come naturally to my mind, I would like to do something. It's been some days that I've started caressing myself there, but I am too scared. I don’t know how to imitate his big, great cock. Though, I am super curious about sex. I am super curious about men
He makes me turn on the desk. Doggy style. I am ready. I feel all my holes opening up to him. But suddenly I don't feel him coming into my pussy, I feel him trying to open my butt. I am so scared. When my sir fucked me anally, its member was incredibly smaller. I don't think I can handle this. I don't know what to say. He starts shoving his hard dick soaked in saliva and cum between my buttcheeks. I want to start understanding all my feelings, analysing every sensation, to understand my body. Since my sir fucked me there, I never experienced such a good feeling. I am horny. I am willing. I find pleasure as I was as a child when adults used to spank me or scold me. I scream begging, “Oh! Please, please Professor. No. Not my ass. Not that. It's tight. Your big cock is gonna rip that.” "Don't be scared…It will be okay…Be a good girl.” He said, putting it deep within me. I felt something like a great deal of pain followed by a strange kind of pleasure taking me. "This is gonna be the