What a weekend. Cléme slept at my place for the second time and with me for the first time. She’s a smoking petite 17-year-old Parisienne with impossibly small waist and a big bubble of a butt, a personal 10 in my ephebophilic book. She’s just my style with regard to clothing: Dr Martens, skin-tight black jeans and short jacket that smarts at the waist and slips up showing some skin and defying the winter weather. Jacket off, she has those impossibly small short-armed tops that show all of her stomach and more than hint at her generous bosom, hidden in a tight sports bra. Her ancestry is half-Spanish half-Canadian, and she definitely has a sumptous Spanish face with rich eyebrows. I met her on the big shopping street rue de Rivoli on a Friday two weeks ago. She was walking fast as hell, but being tall I easily caught up with her and she was an instant hook. Three days later she sms:ed me suggesting we meet the evening after. We did so. It rained heavily and she didn’t have an umbrella, which enabled me to save her just like they do it in the movies. I held her and we walked tightly squeezed together to a bar, and braving the elements took a table outside with half of it exposed to rain. This created the perfect crazy and liberated backdrop. It was a magic moment and she was laughing and touching me and responded well to all my touches from thigh to eyebrow. We shared a pitcher of wine and at this place it was served like champagne in a bottle of ice, which even more furthered the magic. We drank, shared the bill and left. Walking even more tightly under the umbrella I suggested we’d take a drink at my place and she said yes without hesitation.
At my flat we quickly started making out. She guarded her tits and pussy like an eagle, but I whipped out my dick like I always do, and it mesmerized her. I never tire of seeing the effect a dick has on a girl. They try sooo hard to maintain eye contact but sooner or later they just have to look down and stare and then they start ”mistakenly” brushing it with their hand. I was so turned on that I came from dryhumping her, but swiftly whiffed the cock back in my pants so she didn’t notice. All through the night we teased each other but she didn’t budge. As morning came we had slept maybe 30 minutes at most, and she skipped school as we just laid in bed until the afternoon. In the way only teenagers can, she was amazingly loving with me, kissing me thousands of times all over, admiring me and never getting enough of cuddling. As we said goodbye at the station I sensed a neediness, and she almost didn’t dare look into my face. It was obvious her feelings scared her. She sms:ed me that she hoped we’d meet again, and we set up a meeting for the Saturday ten days later.
Second meeting and she LMR:d again all night and then all day. I used everything. I put yoghurt on my cock which she greedily ate, and I straddled her and pushed my cock in her face, which she loved too. I used intense hypnotic sex talk, whispering in her ear for hours, focusing on portraying me as non-judgemental, sexually savvy and portraying to her how a 17-year-old girl should have fun, as there’s more than enough time to pay boring long-drawn out games when she’s older and wants a husband. ”On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans,” as Rimbaud wrote in a poem... I was honest, tender, sexy and even though she didn’t answer she always heard me out and I could see it all having an effect, I could see the cogs working frantically in her nymphet skull, slipping and sliding. She had taken it badly when I told her the night before that I was leaving Paris in two weeks, telling me she didn’t want anything with me, but it was all words. The problem was of course that she wanted me TOO much, and in her greed she almost lost me.
Finally after already having said she had to leave several times (but never leaving) she couldn’t hold back, and sixteen hours of mutual teasing crescending she let me see and touch her pussy while she was straddling me. It was one of the most emotionally strong experiences I can remember. Her pussy was so overwhelmingly erotic to me that I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as I fingered her. I didn’t know desire could reach such a level and I never heard anybody else do that. She was straddling me but laying with her upper body against the bed away from me so only her pussy was in front of me, both of us totally introverted for what seemed like forever. This fingering was better than any sex I ever had, it was religious. I never saw such a pussy, it was my dream pussy, small, closed, tight, beautiful, like the mysterious slits one dreams about as a little boy. You could close it and take hold of the engorged and rouged outer labia and just gaze at how cute it was and then open it and hear her gasp. After Thaïs’ hermetic clam of a cunt, hers was the tightest pussy I ever fucked. We struggled to get even the tip in at first, and it was breathtakingly hot how much she enjoyed just the slightest penetration. Slowly I could fuck her deeper and deeper as the pussy stretched and she squirmed and moaned and me too and we were oblivious in heaven and we climbed on top before I came in her in adapted missionary. We had a pause for some minute before I got rock solid again and pinned her down for prone bone, my speciality. Just like with the same-day-lay girl Maïna whom I gave her first ever orgasms, I just covered her body with mine and rocked away at medium speed, making sure the dick shoved all the way down with every thrust and keeping in tempo with the music, forever stretching and rubbing her cervical fornices.
She’s moaning from underneath, ”oh my god, you’re cock is so fucking BIG!” and ”you’re destroying my pussy”. She’s obviously getting the deepest penetration of her life. I just continue and soon the cute sweaty wimpering creature underneath me is whispering that she’s going to come, urging me on with ”oui” her introverted weakness notwithstanding, buckling a little, tensing under me and grabbing the bed, soon after whispering the same thing again, and again. That time I decide to time it and release the troops myself just after she told me she was coming, which brought her over the edge again. She is exhausted, lying dead on the bed, but smiling. A happy corpse! Being crazy about her, I’m soon hard again, which almost scares her. This time I take her doggystyle ”goat on a cliff” with me half-standing on the floor. She has an asshole that’s so sweet, pink and totally hairless it gives you goosebumbs. I finger it and when I push my thumb inside she grows crazy. I push my thumb all the way in and down, cramming the posterior vaginal wall of her tiny pussy between my thumb and cock. We’re instantly both screaming with pleasure and collapse forward on the bed as I get a world-rocking erotic sensating from feeling my cock through her butt and cum immediately. It was very quick and immensely hot. A while later I’m hard again but she just shakes her head in disbelief and can’t take anymore... She obviously didn’t know men who want fourth servings! With her I feel like there no limit to desire and eroticism, it’s like a reservoir of lust. Like being high. “So this is the last time we ever meet?” she asks me teasingly as we walk towards the tramway. “Well, if you’re busy all the time until Christmas...”, I answer. “Next Saturday I’m free!” she answers quickly, palpably relieved. “I have to eat and sleep now, because you exhausted me”, she writes later me from her home. Mission complete, I think to myself. I still haven’t seen her goddamn breasts, though! Curious girl. Maybe next time.
Merry XXX-mas to all!
At my flat we quickly started making out. She guarded her tits and pussy like an eagle, but I whipped out my dick like I always do, and it mesmerized her. I never tire of seeing the effect a dick has on a girl. They try sooo hard to maintain eye contact but sooner or later they just have to look down and stare and then they start ”mistakenly” brushing it with their hand. I was so turned on that I came from dryhumping her, but swiftly whiffed the cock back in my pants so she didn’t notice. All through the night we teased each other but she didn’t budge. As morning came we had slept maybe 30 minutes at most, and she skipped school as we just laid in bed until the afternoon. In the way only teenagers can, she was amazingly loving with me, kissing me thousands of times all over, admiring me and never getting enough of cuddling. As we said goodbye at the station I sensed a neediness, and she almost didn’t dare look into my face. It was obvious her feelings scared her. She sms:ed me that she hoped we’d meet again, and we set up a meeting for the Saturday ten days later.
Second meeting and she LMR:d again all night and then all day. I used everything. I put yoghurt on my cock which she greedily ate, and I straddled her and pushed my cock in her face, which she loved too. I used intense hypnotic sex talk, whispering in her ear for hours, focusing on portraying me as non-judgemental, sexually savvy and portraying to her how a 17-year-old girl should have fun, as there’s more than enough time to pay boring long-drawn out games when she’s older and wants a husband. ”On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans,” as Rimbaud wrote in a poem... I was honest, tender, sexy and even though she didn’t answer she always heard me out and I could see it all having an effect, I could see the cogs working frantically in her nymphet skull, slipping and sliding. She had taken it badly when I told her the night before that I was leaving Paris in two weeks, telling me she didn’t want anything with me, but it was all words. The problem was of course that she wanted me TOO much, and in her greed she almost lost me.
Finally after already having said she had to leave several times (but never leaving) she couldn’t hold back, and sixteen hours of mutual teasing crescending she let me see and touch her pussy while she was straddling me. It was one of the most emotionally strong experiences I can remember. Her pussy was so overwhelmingly erotic to me that I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as I fingered her. I didn’t know desire could reach such a level and I never heard anybody else do that. She was straddling me but laying with her upper body against the bed away from me so only her pussy was in front of me, both of us totally introverted for what seemed like forever. This fingering was better than any sex I ever had, it was religious. I never saw such a pussy, it was my dream pussy, small, closed, tight, beautiful, like the mysterious slits one dreams about as a little boy. You could close it and take hold of the engorged and rouged outer labia and just gaze at how cute it was and then open it and hear her gasp. After Thaïs’ hermetic clam of a cunt, hers was the tightest pussy I ever fucked. We struggled to get even the tip in at first, and it was breathtakingly hot how much she enjoyed just the slightest penetration. Slowly I could fuck her deeper and deeper as the pussy stretched and she squirmed and moaned and me too and we were oblivious in heaven and we climbed on top before I came in her in adapted missionary. We had a pause for some minute before I got rock solid again and pinned her down for prone bone, my speciality. Just like with the same-day-lay girl Maïna whom I gave her first ever orgasms, I just covered her body with mine and rocked away at medium speed, making sure the dick shoved all the way down with every thrust and keeping in tempo with the music, forever stretching and rubbing her cervical fornices.
She’s moaning from underneath, ”oh my god, you’re cock is so fucking BIG!” and ”you’re destroying my pussy”. She’s obviously getting the deepest penetration of her life. I just continue and soon the cute sweaty wimpering creature underneath me is whispering that she’s going to come, urging me on with ”oui” her introverted weakness notwithstanding, buckling a little, tensing under me and grabbing the bed, soon after whispering the same thing again, and again. That time I decide to time it and release the troops myself just after she told me she was coming, which brought her over the edge again. She is exhausted, lying dead on the bed, but smiling. A happy corpse! Being crazy about her, I’m soon hard again, which almost scares her. This time I take her doggystyle ”goat on a cliff” with me half-standing on the floor. She has an asshole that’s so sweet, pink and totally hairless it gives you goosebumbs. I finger it and when I push my thumb inside she grows crazy. I push my thumb all the way in and down, cramming the posterior vaginal wall of her tiny pussy between my thumb and cock. We’re instantly both screaming with pleasure and collapse forward on the bed as I get a world-rocking erotic sensating from feeling my cock through her butt and cum immediately. It was very quick and immensely hot. A while later I’m hard again but she just shakes her head in disbelief and can’t take anymore... She obviously didn’t know men who want fourth servings! With her I feel like there no limit to desire and eroticism, it’s like a reservoir of lust. Like being high. “So this is the last time we ever meet?” she asks me teasingly as we walk towards the tramway. “Well, if you’re busy all the time until Christmas...”, I answer. “Next Saturday I’m free!” she answers quickly, palpably relieved. “I have to eat and sleep now, because you exhausted me”, she writes later me from her home. Mission complete, I think to myself. I still haven’t seen her goddamn breasts, though! Curious girl. Maybe next time.
Merry XXX-mas to all!
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