The vision of that gigantic object had upset her not little!
From that moment, the situation did him confused.
Between a comment and another, a reproach and a heavy affirmation, my bird really he/she didn't want to know of it of ammosciarsi.
And the beautiful one is that she remained there, despite his/her invitations to cover me, his/her threats, his/her cries.
He/she remained there, and more we went on, more its look frequently fell more and more on my coso.
I don't know how to say if there has been a precise moment in which we have stopped discussing and initiated to make sex, done it is that that day we swept twice in the locker room of the men of the school.
Its words at the end of the second embrace were:
«Be', I have to say that we have finally found something toward which you are brought indeed. I have developed well then my job.»
I didn't believe it! Had swept! And had done him/it with my prof of Gymnastics!
Surely nobody would ever have believed me, but sincerely didn't even care me, that that really was important was that I finally became a man in everything and for everything!
When we dressed again there, she started to give to me the guilt of everything and it said that if that history had ever slipped out for first thing anybody you/he/she would have believed me, according to with all of its strengths would be applied for making to expel me from the school.
I never told anything none of that that happened in that locker room, at least not in that period, even if some bored me. Not all can boast to have made him/it the first time with his/her own teacher of physical education.
I felt me great, I felt me a winner, I felt me a God!
Chapter 4
If I think it now, to make sex the first time to fifteen has not been a big note of worth on my curriculum.
Many my colleagues have told me of sexual relations to twelve, ten or even nine years!
They discovered the sex for game, for curiosity, or at times through of the nuisances suffered from component of the family, even if in reality those were indeed little. In all of my life, the people that have told me or that however he rumored around you are been molested sexually from small they counted him on the fingers of a hand.
In the imaginary one of a lot of people" for well", the actor or the actress hard is someone that from small you/he/she has suffered some nuisances or however some sort of childish sexual trauma. It was not this way.
There were also that cases, he rumored there were many of it even if not confessed, above all as it regards the women, but I am also in thousands in the common life of it, of every day, of all that people that don't have anything to whether to see with the porno.
Every day in the world about ten are consumed, if not hundreds of sexual abuses, is not that all these people become actors hard, simply between us we succeed in speaking more openly of it. We are more explicit, more change, are ready to speak of any sex's type, both of the clean one and of that dirt, and above all we don't judge there to story.
It is clear that then the exception exists always. We are people, just as all the others. At times the porno actor is defined as perverted, the actress as puttana. It is true, perhaps it is really what we are. The perversion fascinates us and we offers sex in exchange for money, therefore these appellatives put on us to brush. Who knows because however we am not often respected and I considered, while the father of family that goes with the transes, the young couple that frequents club for traders, the clammy industrial cinquantenne with the belly moscia and the bald one that is together with the twenty-year old Russian, those are seen of good eye, and even would also submit him our children!
The world should start to open some the eyes.
Personally I have never suffered violence, neither I have ever done of it.
I loved the sex, I was obsessed from the sex, and I had the dowries and the proper dimensions to be able to break down in the world of the porno.
The histories that I have felt to tell in my circle are the most disparate.
From what has started to turn porno because he starved, to that that if it didn't make three times a day sex at least it became violent, from the toxic one that made movie to buy him the drug to what enjoyed only if the woman was humiliated and beaten.
But there were also so many men and women that did him/it please, or because this seemed them a best method to make money that to go to break himself/herself/themselves the back from some part.
And they were right. At least I thought him/it.
Mine of history didn't have yearning details, skeletons in the closet, matters irrisolte. To who asked me how come was ended to be an actor hard I answered": I Have a cazzo of twenty-four centimeters, the alternative was to use to play him/it to baseball, but has always been denied for the sport!"
After the my first" meeting" with my prof of physical education, the girl Of the Lower part, followed others quite a lot of it.
It seemed a thing that had to end there, that afternoon, he/she confessed more ahead instead me that a cazzo of the kind could not let him escape him/it.
That that seemed a normal teacher was revealed as the more maiala of the women.
It taught me everything, it was my mentor, it liked to infringe. We have done him in moments and in unthinkable places: during the lesson while the other ones played to volleyball or to basket, in the recreation in the room for the receptions of his/her/their parents, on the roof, in the parking lot, in the empty classrooms left by the classes when they went the laboratory, everywhere. There was not an angle of the school that we had not dirtied with our seminal liquids.
Very soon however our relationship went deteriorating himself/herself/itself.
Apart the fact that we always saw us and only during the scholastic schedule, or immediately after the end of the lessons but however always in the school; there was also the problem that she was becoming more and more jealous and possessive.
I was his, his/her and of nessun'altra and the twenty years that separated us could increase only all of its phobias its paranoias.
You were convinced that sooner or later I would have preferred some frigid ragazzina sedicenne that, his/her words, with a cazzo in hand you/he/she would have looked for first the book of the instructions.
On one side it was right. Not so much because of the age, how much for the fact that I however started to feel more always the desire to go with other women.
For how much I liked to sweep with her, for how much our relationship was exciting, I didn't succeed in stopping thinking to as you/he/she would have been to sweep him the other girls.
I talked to one companion of mine with the fleshy lips and I thought" who knows this as it will make the pompinis", I saw a tipa that bent him in ahead to pick up an earth thing and I wondered me" who knows if you/he/she has ever picked him/it up in that position"
It was by now more than one year that this history went on, and I could not make to stop her/it in bad way, I was afraid that out of spite she tried indeed to make to lose me the scholastic year.
With the time I reached the only possible solution: I had to change school.
I would not have had problems to insert me in another institute, I was intelligent and my excellent votes.
The only problem would have been as to justify the thing to mine.
As I have already said mine they were not of wide views, they were types to the ancient one, and for ancient I intend more or less of the paleolitico or down of there, and the factor that me, minor, had swept with a mature woman and for junta one teacher of mine you/he/she would have sent out them some turns.
At the end I opted for the truth however, or better, a part of truth. I told my parents that I had had a relationship with a girl, a classmate, and that since the history was ended badly, the to be together seven hours a day would have jeopardized my scholastic career.
They didn't do more than so many histories, or they did better her because according to them
to that age I would not have had to have a girl, but at the end they consented to the fact that I/you changed school, also because now they saw that institute as a place of fornication.
We asked the void one it hinders to my high school and from that summer I didn't see the girl Of the Lower part anymore again.
Some missed me, above all the first times. To find a porcona of the kind was not easy, and above all to restart to kill him of pugnette when I had just gotten used to sweep a couple of times a week it was something frustrating.
More times I thought about going to find her/it to see if even a sort were feasible of" accord" extra scholastic, but then I preferred to abdicate and after sometime the correct choice he revealed.
Chapter 5
In the new high school life was not badly. There were no sexy and available teachers, at least not in my progress, but there were a lot of beautiful teenagers ready to plunge himself/herself/themselves in the magic spiral of the sex.
The voice that I swept me my prof of physical education of my old school didn't start a lot us turning, I talked only to a pair of friends of it and very probably one of the two definite that would not have held the secret. Not that the thing interested a lot me. The most greater part of the people didn't believe it, he/she thought about the classical one shot by teen-ager. So much nobody would have been able neither to confirm neither to deny the thing.
Lie or no, the history seemed to receive a certain success, above all among some girls.
Linda was surely the more party to the fact.
It was a beautiful girl Linda, tall, blonde, two astronomic breasts and a face from true puttana.
You/he/she had repeated a couple of times the year, it was greater than me, and it was opposite entirely to what I was me. You seemed a girl image of some localinos nighttime, you/he/she was always taken care of, always careful to the fashion, some snob, bewared all of the tall one to the lower part and it frequented only a certain entourage of people, of which I didn't make part.
You/he/she had never spoken to me despite we were in class together.
You in class were a kind of vegetable, it didn't interact with anybody apart a pair of girls. It spent the time developing assignments what the to skim through magazines of fashion, to make himself/herself/themselves the fingernails and to think to as to spend the weekend.
That day the teacher of letters asked me in front of everybody to remain for a mezz'oretta after the end of the lessons. You/he/she had noticed my qualities, but also the fact that all of my results derived from the least effort, therefore you/he/she would have liked to motivate more me to succeed in excelling and to raise me from the average that, alas, it was not so tall then.
The boys not perdettero the occasion to take around me some
«Moccia, begs me, this not to do you her or you risk that remains dry us!»
The prof of letters was next to the pension. You/he/she will have had about sixty years, but because of an illness that had struck her a few years before showed at least ninety of it.
I picked her/it up to laugh, and I was not the solo.
For that history I had gotten used to be taken around by everybody, it was not a problem, rather it helped to bring forth my legend that scattered more always him. They looked for all to tease me but in reality I knew that they were jealous only because you/they would have liked to have them to her, an experience as mine.
Often around the takings had come since usual two or three, but it happened that it also united him somebody else. I certainly expected me to feel all speak, probably also one of the profs, but I would be never me expected to hear the voice of Linda.
«Thing is, do you have a weak for the old ones or for the teachers tardone in general?»
I didn't think of him same turning to me, you/he/she never turned to me, or at least, not to joke.
Instead when I turned me you/he/she was looking really me, with that terribly sexy stupid smile of his.
«Two anybody» it was my answer to that question.
«Be', then he/she wants to say that you go around to shoot cazzate, since you boast you to be sweeps you a prof in the school from which you come.»
You/he/she was clearly provoking me, I didn't know for what motive, but I was not annoyed of it.
The solo fact how same speaking with it made me to me enough euphoric, and however I knew how to defend well me with the words.
«I don't go around to boast me of it, I am not the type of boy that boasts him some his/her own sexual performances. I have confided him to someone who is revealed to have too much the long language. And I don't shoot cazzate.»
I cared to underline well with the voice the last sentence.
«Then we return to the point of before, do you have a weak for the old profs tardone?»
You/he/she was playing with me as the cat with the mouse. I had understood him/it, and definite to be to the game, but with my rules.
«For your information it was not an old tardona but a big beautiful gnocca of trentacinque years. To be beautiful firm when they are been eighteen years old it is easy, it is when him he stays after the thirty that he can affirm indeed to be a beautiful woman.»
My answer left her/it of plaster. I made her a smile, almost of victory, then I greeted her/it and I went away without adding other.
I had just made her understand that its beauty didn't upset me as, and that I didn't hang from its lips as the most greater part of the males of the school.
If it dealt with the type of girl that I believed me, I had marked a big beautiful point that morning.
There is not even to say that that whole safety and that disinteressamentos were a pretense. Gone out from I smiled alone there as an idiot auto-complimentandomi for my behavior, and the evening I was so euphoric and excited to the idea to have talked to her that I devoted her well two saws.
A couple of days passed where everything seemed returned as before. You didn't speak to me, I didn't even tell her nothing even if I died from the desire to make conversation with her.
I looked for in all the ways of create the correct occasion that allowed us to attach button, because perhaps it was I am a matter to break the ice dopodiché you/he/she would have been easier for us to make friends.
I was almost about to lose the hopes, to convince me that I was me alone climbed on the head, when with a simple excuse she came from me and it started to speak to me. Nothing of what, he/she only asked me if I had succeeded in translating a certain text and as I/you had done. It stinked far of excuse a kilometer, she didn't almost care anything of the school, it had other plans for the head, let's show up us if her cared a simple translation as it was that.
I was almost certain of it, I had thrown the hook to the correct depth, and the prey was sniffing the bait.
Some other days passed in which the wall of ice that had with the most greater part of the people left space to a small porticina to let the undersigned to enter. We quietly spoke by now as two friends, but I always tried to hold me to the correct distance, to make to always make to her the first movement. I didn't want to seem her as one of that corpses of figa that were around her, even if in reality I was perhaps it more than them.
Every day when we spoke I tried to hold an uninhibited air, sure of me, detached, but I could not do to less less than slobber in front of his marvelous physicist, to fix his/her face when she would not have been able to see me to sniff his/her perfume every time that was nearby me.
Had a perfume that was the end of the world! It seemed a mixture among vanilla and essence of figa.
Once I/you/they are also excited me while I was sniffing her/it and I had to race in bath to make me a saw to be able to calm me and to return to the normalcy.
That day rained of ugly. More than drops almost seem poles of water that fell from the sky with an unheard of violence.
Linda had the car, you/he/she had picked her up from few and you/he/she rarely made us climb someone that was not one of his/her more narrow friends.
Toward the end of the lesson I looked out of the window shouting alone as a crazy person and cursing because I would surely have gotten soaked up to the marrow.
It was then that it drew near and it told me:
«If you want for this time I can give you a passage with the car. So much we don't live very distant, at least you avoid to take you a pneumonia so gracilino as you are.»
We didn't live at all near, from my house to his there will have been at least four kilometers, and moreover if you/he/she had accompanied first me to return then to his/her house would have had to make a whole strange turn because of the various unique senses and prohibitions of access that you/he/she would be been able to avoid not offering me the passage.
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