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I didn’t think my day was going to turn out like it did. It was the end of the semester, I had work to do. I was tired, stressed out. Papers to write, exams to study for. It was my last year of university and I had a lot on my mind.
So if you told me, that morning, as I left my apartment to go to the library, that in a few hours I’d be draining my balls into the obedient but inexperienced mouth of a gagging 18 year old Ecuadorian virgin, I wouldn’t have believed it.
I wasn’t really that kind of guy. I dated, mostly girls I knew from work or class, mostly my age, and worst of all, with mostly average breasts. Hookups and pickups were not my forte. This girl was different. Here is what I saw, smelled, felt, as she passed by me in the library on my way to the computers: We’ll call her Valentina.
Valentina was a tan, plump girl with thick black curly hair that cascaded all the way down her ass.. She was clearly of mixed indigenous and latin descent. She had a pretty innocent round face, big puppy dog eyes. Her dark brown skin was glistening with sweat, since it was a hot day. Her scent was a mix of jasmine perfume – a smell I still subconsciously associate with her, so that the scent of jasmine makes me hard – and a very erotic lingering scent of sweat and body odour.
All of those details I only noticed and registered later however, because my eyes were immediately drawn to her enormous heavy tits. She was short and a bit plump, but not enough to explain the size of those dark melons. They jiggled in the most tempting way as she walked hurriedly past me towards a computer. She was wearing a pink sundress which was kindly low cut, and a bra which was too small to hold them so that the top half of her glistening brown tits were pushed up, and a hint of what, I already knew,were brown and bumpy areolas could be seen.
I was hard before I even sat down at my computer. All thoughts of work and study were forgotten. She was sitting at a computer behind me, as we had crossed paths at the last moment. I was too nervous to turn around and look at her right away, but I was hyper-aware of her presence.
Lust, the most powerful I’d ever felt, shameless, desperate, urgent. I didn’t care about my exams, I didn’t care about my girlfriend, I didn’t care about my nerdy shyness or inhibitions. I imagined all the things I wanted to do to her.
I thought, screw it, here’s my chance. I didn’t say anything smooth, or impressive. I wrote my name and phone number down on a scrap of paper and walked over – I was wearing tight jeans and they hurt and compressed my painful erection as I went. I didn’t think it would work, and I didn’t think it did work, but I had to try. She seemed startled and uncomfortable, and didn’t say anything. I tried my best to smile at her, then immediately got up and left the library, feeling like an idiot and a creep.
There’s no way that worked, I thought. So, I instinctively did whatever I usually do whenever I saw a girl with such huge tits. I went home and jerked off and fantasized like a loser. I spent the afternoon thinking of that girl from the library. I could see her whole morning routine, I wished I could just spend the day as a fly on the wall watching her:
Her laying in bed, her heavy tits sagging to either side and rising with her soft breaths, thick black hair splayed across the bed. Getting up, soaping up her curvy, tan, fertile body in the shower. Struggling to fit into her bra that I knew was too small for her, pulling that pink dress down overself. Walking to the university, giving every man and boy she passed an overwhelming urge to use and cum on her, oblivious to the desire she elicited.
Once, twice, thrice. I wasted what was supposed to be a day of studying jerking off over this girl. A few hours later, as I lay in bed exhausted from my fantasies, I got a text. I couldn’t believe it.
‘Hey jajaja! Library guy.’
”Hey. Library girl.’ I was trying to be casual, but was ecstatic. ‘Jaja’, I thought. At least that narrowed down where she might be from. ‘I’m amazed you texted. Sorry if I scared you earlier.’
‘xD jaja it’s okay it just never happened to me before.’
‘You still on campus?’
‘Ya, just finished at the library.’
‘
‘Wow, you worked hard today.’ I hadn’t, thanks to her. ‘Wanna get a drink?’
‘Ok.’
I quickly arranged to meet up with her and take her to a pub just outside the campus, near my apartment, then got dressed. My dick was red and raw, my balls were sore – maybe it was over optimistic, but I started to get worried if I had enough left in the tank to do what I wanted to this Venus. I’d soon discover that was an idiotic worry.
I met up with her on the street corner outside the bar. I guess she lived on campus, because she had gotten changed, but not at all in a bad way. Now she was thin white tube top. The top far too tight for her fertile body. Her belly was visible, her heavy tits hanging just above her belly button, which was an outtie. Her heavy tits seemed like they would flop down out of the top or rip it at any moment. The şerifali escort fabric was thin enough that the outline of a dark areola was visible, thick nipples winking at me. She had black jean shorts on, also too tight for her. It made the flesh on her belly and hips squish over the edges. Her body absolutely screamed fertility. It was irresistible.
“Hey. Nice to meet you,” I said, already feeling my cock swell. I struggled heroically to maintain eye contact.
‘”Hola, you too.” She seemed shy, which surprised me. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, how could be she intimidated by some dude from uni? And there was nothing shy about her outfit, which accentuated her curves in such a way that she seemed to practically be begging the whole world for cum.
I led her inside, making small talk, trying to be casual, talking about the bar, blah blah. We sat down and I got her a drink, asking her questions and pretending to listen to the answers while she talked about herself and my cock twitched in excitement as I looked her over her young body, making notes of the details about her that actually mattered.
I asked where she was from, not caring.
“Ecuador. My town is…” I noticed she had a silver cross necklace, the cross resting divinely in her cleavage. Something about the piety of a cross in the middle of her heavy teen ball-drainers sent me wild. My cock twitched.
So, I asked if she was Catholic, not caring.
“Si, I volunteer for one of the churches near to here, it’s called…” I looked at her skin more closely. It was dark brown and smooth, except for on her breasts, where the pores were more visible and her skin was slightly lighter in tone. They shined with sweat. My cock twitched.
I asked her what she was studying, not caring.
“Early childhood education. I’m passionate about…” Somehow that seemed to fit. It made me think she would be a good mother, and then I thought about what her huge breasts would look like swollen, what her milk would taste like, what breeding her would be like. Her nipples already seemed so thick, what would they look like engorged? My cock twitched.
“Is it your first year?” I asked, this time caring about the answer. I was just curious how old she was. She said what I wanted to hear.
‘Yes.’ She was 18. My cock twitched.
I asked her if she liked Canada, not caring.
“Me gusta mucho, but the winter scare me because….”
This 18 year old latina kept prattling about the weather while I thought of all the things I wanted – no, needed to do to her. I had never seen such perfect proportions on such a young fertile girl. She had the heavy breasts of a fat middle-aged mother of 5, but they were firm at the same time, dangling on a young teen frame.
Valentina stood up and asked me if I wanted another drink, her jugs swaying past my face as she stood. I took a moment to answer, because now that she was standing her waist and pelvis was level with my face. At the end of her short shorts, poking out on her brown thighs, were some strands of thick black curly pubic hair, just like the beautiful long hair she had on her head. Her hairy teen pussy was making its presence known even while she was dressed. I could almost smell the fucking thing.
‘Beer’, I said, making my decision.
When she came back, I kept making conversation, letting her get tipsy off a few more drinks, getting her at ease, uninhibited, less shy. I occasionally rubbed a hand on her thigh, casually brushing against the wispy pubes poking out from her shorts. I pretended to admire her necklace, playing with it and brushing my knuckles against her moist cleavage. I pretended to listen to her vapid ramblings while I stared at her mouth and tongue. I brushed at fly that wasn’t there, feeling the bump of her nipple with the edge of my hand.
Finally, I decided the moment was right to cut to the chase and use this girl the way she was meant to be used. She had awakened a need in me that overcame any kind of patience, romance, or tact.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
“No.”
“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.” I sincerely meant it. Valentina had the aura and appearance of the perfect cumdumpster, and I say it as a compliment. It was hard for me to believe she had made it through almost an entire semester of university, or even finished high school, without every boy in her class or every professor on the faculty taking turns with her..,
“No, I never am with a guy. And you? You have girlfriend?”
Yes. “No,” I lied. “But I need one.” I reached under the table, grabbed her hand gently but with a firm grip, and placed it down on my jeans, against my aching cock.
She reacted in the same startled and confused way as when I passed the note at the library, her big eyes going wide, mouth agape. But she didn’t pull away. Eventually, tentatively, she rubbed my bulge. I could feel the nervousness and inexperience in the palm of her small hands, and she still had that stupid kavacık escort blank look on her face. My cock twitched and throbbed with delight and excitement at the slightest touch from this dumb teenager.
She would be perfect. Not as a girlfriend obviously, but she didn’t need to know that. As as soon as she finished her drink, I led her out the bar and back to my apartment building. She was I sat her down on the couch and poured her a glass of wine.
I didn’t need to do much talking. She was a very talkative drunk, rambling on about her classes and homework and friends and gossip and how she liked cats and dogs and her favourite foods and drinks and bands and all the pointless shit teen girls talk about. But I discovered she had a very nice quality: she was passive and obedient. For the most part.
As she talked, I freely explored her body, the one I had explored in my fantasies all day. I took my time.
I yanked down her tube top and let her heavy brown tits spill out. Her areolas were just as I’d hoped: dark black salamis, with thick nervous nipples. Her tits were the size of melons but didn’t sag and were full and firm because she was so young. I groped her tits, ran my hands underneath them and felt how sweaty and heavy they were. I gently flicked at her nipples and felt them harden. She was rambling, giggling, talking bullshit the whole time.
It was a warm summer evening, so her brown skin was slick. I ran my hands over her body. I enjoyed the heat and moisture radiating from her thighs. Her pussy wasn’t the only hairy thing about her. She dark little hairs on the small of her neck, her back, her arms, even tiny little ones along her areolas and on her belly. I nuzzled her ear, running my hands through her thick curly hair, and breathed deeply, taking in the smell of her vanilla conditioner, jasmine perfume, hair oil, sweat, body odour, wine breath. It was an intoxicating mixture. I unintentionally let out a soft moan of pure pleasure and lust, but she was too busy sipping my wine to pay much mind and laughing at her own jokes.
I leaned back to take in the full sight of her before getting her to satisfy the cock she had been obliviously torturing all day. She was different in every way from my girlfriend. A young 18 year old freshman, not a 26 year old masters student. Short, not tall. Brown, not white. Full heavy melons with black pancake areolas, not perky peaches with pink little pennies. Soft and round bellied, not skinny and muscular. Vapid and immature, not intelligent and thoughtful. A submissive teenage girl, not a confident woman.
She was perfect.
So, I finally did something that made her shut the fuck up for a second – I unzipped her jean shorts, and started rubbing her wet bushy mound through her panties. I had condoms, but if she asked, my plan was to lie about it ‘accidentally’ fail to pull out. But she froze up.
“No, espera.. Stop.”
I was surprised by her reaction, given how happy she was to let me grope everywhere else – or rather, because up until this point she hadn’t reacted at all to my lecherous fondling of her.
“What’s the matter, I asked.
She grabbed the cross on her neck. “I say, I’m catolica. I’m virgin. No sex.”
I almost burst out laughing, since all the other things I had been doing didn’t seem very chaste. But, she was a stupid innocent girl after all. And as she was about to show, still a perfect servant. Because she added:
“We do other things,” she said apologetically.
“What things?”
She shrugged with that blank facial expression I was to splatter so frequently with my cum over the next few months. It’s an expression that I understood to mean I could use her body however I wanted, as long I didn’t take her ‘virginity’.
So, I grabbed her throat to test the waters, and pulled her face to mine. I wouldn’t say I kissed her so much as explored her mouth, sucking her lips and tongue and diving my tongue inside her I told her to tongue me back, and she did, eagerly. Her saliva and breath tasted amazing, everything about this girl just drove me wild. After a long slobbery exchange I let go of her throat.
She giggled and started chatting idiotically about how that was her first kiss while I silently unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, at this point red and chafing from hours of being edged by this girl. She gave it a worried glance. I grabbed her hair and pulled her roughly down. I was sick to death of her talking and wanted to use her mouth for what it was meant for.
I plunged my shaft into her mouth and showed this virgin how to properly deepthroat. What she lacked in competence she made up for with obedience. She gagged and cried, as I used both hands to hold onto her hair and pull her up and down, balls deep and back up to the head up and down, never releasing her for a break or for breath. I was basically using her mouth as a fleshlight, and she didn’t mind.
It didn’t take me long. I shot my fourth load of the day into this latina teen’s mouth. I sighed, leaning back caddebostan escort into the couch. “Good girl.”
She was still,on her knees on the floor, and didn’t take her mouth off my cock. She let me go soft in her mouth, gently giggling.
“You can get up.” She rose. “Sit on my lap,” I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She was still in her panties, which were soaked through, but her shorts had fallen to her ankles while I used her throat. Her pussy a strong, sweet smell. I placed one of her ebony nipples into my mouth and suckled, at first gently, then roughly. I pinched and slapped and teased her enormous brown boobs. She remained silent and passive, just smiling at me blankly. I felt myself getting hard again, my dick rising again under her tanned teen legs.
I wanted to taste her again, so I leaned in to kiss her. But when I plunged my tongue inside – I tasted my own cum!
I spat it out. “What the fuck?”
.
“You don’t say swallow,” she giggled, cum dripping out of her mouth.
“Swallow.”
She gulped and smiled. I caressed her blank stupid face. “You’ll be a great girlfriend,” I said.
“What time is it?”
I checked my phone. I saw some flirty text from my boring-ass girlfriend and deleted it. “It’s about 10pm.”
“Oh no!”
“What?”
“I need to go home. I call my dad.”
That confused me. I thought she was from abroad, and living in the university residence. I had been planning on using her for at least a few more hours.
“You live with your dad?”
“Yes. He comes with me from Ecuador to work, when I come to study.”
“How did you change your clothes then?! You were wearing that dress before…”
She giggled. “I borrow these from a friend,” pointing at the tiny black shorts and tube top lying on my floor. “She says to wear them, when I tell her about the boy in the library.”
That explained why they fit so delightfully tightly. I made a note to ‘borrow’ some of my girlfriend’s bras and tops, to see how Valentina’s oversized breasts would look popping out of them. Valentina called her dad. I didn’t understand Spanish back then, so I asked her about the call.
“I say I am with a friend from school for study. He comes in 30 minutes.”
The idea of her dad coming to pick up his teen daughter from my building after I spent an evening using her as a cumdumpster got me even more excited. I had 30 mins to give her another load. His daughter had already gotten four loads out of me today, 3 indirectly and one with her mouth just now. I was worried a fifth one would take too long, but if anything was going to make it happen, it was her teenage mommy milkers.
I told her to go get some olive oil from the kitchen (that’s all I had to work with) and sit back down on my lap. She plopped back down with a giggle, brown udders bouncing. Her curly hair was a mess, and ran all the way down her torso, so I had to brush it out of the way not to get oil on it.
I covered her full brown breasts with olive oil, so much that some droplets formed and dripped from her thick nipples, at this point stiff and porous from how much I was stimulating them.
“Spit and drool on them.” She obediently opened her mouth and added to the wet oily mess I was making on her tits in preparation. I was rock hard again – this virgin absolutely drove my cock insane. In this position, my erect cock was resting against her panties, cushioned by her bush on one side and her thick dark legs on two others. It extended up her pelvis. My swollen head was throbbing with pleasure against her outtie belly button. Her heavy breasts and stiff nips hung so low that my cock could almost reach them too.
“Gently rub my cock and balls with your hands.”
Valentina didn’t know what she was doing. Her grip was strange, her strokes were awkward. She seemed self-conscious. It was so clearly her first time handling a cock, but I’m a pervert. Her nervous and juvenile teen hands struggling on my cock gave me more pleasure than the methodical, expert strokes of my girlfriend. I was so close to shooting my load onto her belly, and the passing thought of her belly swollen with my child almost sent me over the edge.
So I quickly pulled her off me and threw her sidelong onto the couch, on her back. I stood up and looked down at her. She looked up at me sweetly and expectantly, like a puppy. Her breasts were so heavy that they splayed out on either direction of her torso, glistening with spit and sweat and oil, bumpy nipples pointing east and west. Exactly how I imagined them. I wanted them to glisten with cum, too.
I straddled her, putting my knees on either side of her torso and resting my weight on her abdomen. If the weight bothered her, she didn’t say anything. My stiff cock and sore balls dangled eagerly right above her ball-draining teen breasts.
“Hold your boobs together like this,” I said, lifting them and pushing them together in the middle, then guided her hands and arms to hold them in place. “Don’t let go Keep them together like that.”
Her dad was on his way. I got to work and started fucking her tits. My cock disappeared into her fat brown bags of flesh. I could only see the tip emerge near her face when I thrusted forward all the way. Her own neck and chin was obscured by her own flopping tits. I went to town, moaning. “You’re such a good girl…” I caressed her face. She giggled and smiled. “My good good girl.”
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