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Introduction:

A not very wise decision...
MIRABELLA

WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.

I'm seventeen, going home from the high school, dressed in the uniform – dark blue coat and trousers, white shirt and tie, carrying a briefcase...
My looks and the fact that my uniform is not made of the “classical” fabric, plus the quite expensive Samsonite briefcase, do not let people guess that I'm only a high school seventeen years old guy...

I really cannot tell what happens to me, since, all of a sudden, I decide to deviate my journey towards the grocery market, which so happens to be, somewhat, close to my way home.
Honestly, I'm amazed of myself, since, normally, even if my parents would ask me, I wouldn't go there...
Furthermore, being a guy, I cannot be pregnant, but, still, I feel the urge to have some pickles, near a portion of five poached eggs...

This involves that, if she sees me, I shall also have to face my mother's concern, since she's always jumping desperate when she sees me eating more than three eggs:
“Come on, child! Why don't you want to listen to reason and to what the doctors say?!?”
“But, mother, I won't be eating eggs until the next week! Satisfied?”
“This is you! Stubborn and your own body's enemy!”...

When we have this kind of conversations, I always remind her of the doctor who used to eat twenty poached eggs, all by himself, and who has lived until almost eighty...
Then, she has a problem, since she was the one who has told me this, some loooong time ago...
“That man was an exception, not the rule!”...
Anyway, usually the conversation ends with my mother rushing towards the medicine cabinet, and bringing two pills of Essentiale and leaving them beside my plate:
“Make sure you take these”...

So, reaching the grocery market, I go towards the area where I know, from my mother, that the sellers are real peasants, not some merchants, buying the cheapest possible stuff, to make a better profit...
In fact, you can easily make the difference, since, when you look at the merchandise exposed by the merchants, they simply let you look, explaining that their merchandise is being the best that money can buy, while the real peasants are much less talkative, but, instead, they invite you to try it, at no charge...

Wearing a suit and a tie, plus a briefcase there, at the market, isn't the smartest thing to do...
Looking towards you like vultures, all the merchants start inviting you to come and buy their merchandise, insisting to find out what you are interested in, offering you various vegetables and fruits, and, finally, when they see that your steps are leading you towards the area of the real producers, the peasants, they just start making comments, like that you are “cheap”, that “you don't know what's good for you”, that “you don't know that those peasants don't even wash their merchandise when preparing it”, and other sweet things that I cannot even bother to remember...

While I'm stoically receiving the “treat”, reaching the targeted area, I can see two girls giggling, laughing, whispering at each other, and insistingly looking at me.
They are dressed in their high school uniforms, so that I can easily guess that we are the same age, with the difference that their uniforms show it...
One of them has something in her looks, provoking, I may say...

What the heck?!? I just smile at them, than start looking for my pickles.
When I find the ones of the right dimensions, not longer than ten centimeters and not thicker than three, as my parents have taught me, ever since I have concluded that I looooove pickles, I ask if I can taste.
The old man offers me one in the peak of a fork, but I just grab it with my hand, and put it all in my mouth – not very elegant gestures – than start chewing it, with my lips sealed, not to waste any juice on my chin...

I probably have a funny face and attitude, since the two young sluts start laughing again...

I stop chewing, turn towards them, look them in the eye, than make a step towards them, as if I intend to run after them, and start chewing very fast and exaggerated, than just turn back in front of the old man, smiling, with my lips fully sealed, yet, but nodding...
I can clearly see the light of joy in the old man's eyes. He asks me:
“How much? A kilo?”...
Honestly, I was thinking to buy only a half of a kilo, but, looking at the deformed hands of the old man, thinking about how much he has been working all his life, enduring deprivations and stuff, I just nod.

The old man weighs my merchandise, tells me the price, I hand him a bank note, he gives me the change, meaning some bank notes and a few coins...
I take the bank notes, but leave the coins in his palm...
He takes a look towards the two chicks, than at me, and simply tells me:
“You are very young, sir, I can see...
Don't pay attention to those two! They may be wearing school uniforms, but they are whores...
I know it for a fact!”

I don't know why, but I'm not surprised, so that I just look in the old man's eyes, wink at him, than thank him for both, merchandise and info...

It seems that while I was awaiting for my merchandise to be weighed and to pay for it, the two chicks have probably finished shopping, so that now they are gone...
I forget the whole thing and get going home.
To my surprise, right in front of me, at less than thirty meters, there they are, undulating their tails – to be read asses – while they are walking in the same direction.

I continue walking, being decided to keep my distance – finally, whores or no whores, they are just two young girls, good looking, even in their uniforms, and... I simply cannot afford to start kicking girls asses...
What the heck? Let them be!
I'm sure that one of them has already observed that I am somewhat following them, and, from their gestures, I realize that they are making some comments, giggling, laughing...

At the first corner of the street, I'm supposed to go to the left, but, to my surprise, they turn towards the same direction.
When I reach the corner of the street, I can see them again, this time much, much closer, only about ten meters, speaking to a guy.
Shit! It's Jim!
Jim and I are neighbors, kind of, and we know each other ever since we were using the same swings in the park...
He's only one year younger than me, and, so it seems, he is always happy to see me, say hi, and just some small talk.

What can I do? I keep on walking!
Suddenly, Jim sees me, and, of course, salutes me, coming to me to shake hands.
I excuse myself cause we cannot shake hands, since one of my hands is carrying the briefcase, while the other is carrying the plastic bag with the pickles, at which, after weighing them, the old man has added some salted juice, to make sure that the pickles will stay juicy...
I'm very attentive with the plastic bag, since it's somewhat wet, and I don't want to ruin my trousers...

The girls are... Mirabella and Andrada, and they are studying at the same high school as Jim.
They are simply stunned, bewildered, overwhelmed.
They just stand there, on the sidewalk, like two geese, with their mouths literally opened...
I just smile at all the three of them, than excuse myself, since I need to reach at home in a hurry, with the pickles.

This time I'm the one who has all the fun, remembering their faces when Jim has briefly introduced me as a neighbor and a friend, and being only one year older than him...

I enter the apartment, finding, of course, my mother in the kitchen, kiss her on her cheeks, telling her to stop smiling, since shortly afterwards she'll get mad at me...
“You know, the problem of the five eggs, instead of only three”...

This time, she simply refuses to make a fuss of it, but goes and brings the pills of Essentiale, plus my father, who has been informed about the pickles, so that he wants to taste them...
His “tasting” means around a quarter of a kilo, just as it also happens in my case...

I simply congratulate myself, in my mind, for not buying only a half of a kilo...

He congratulates me for my initiative, than, since he has to make a phone call, leaves the kitchen, while my mother is making sure that I have everything I need to prepare the eggs.
It's been years, by now, since I pretend to prepare the eggs all by myself, with nobody else's help...

At about half past six in the afternoon, I hear the door bell ringing, but, since I'm not expecting anybody, I just sit, letting my parents deal with the matter.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my rooms door – it's my mother, informing me that Jim is at the door, expecting me...
Obviously surprised, I go to the door.
This time I shake hands with Jim, but I don't invite him in, since, as I've mentioned, we aren't that close.
In very few words, he informs me that the girls are sorry, for real, for their behavior at the grocery market, and that they would like to apologize and get to know me better, inviting me at the nearby cafeteria – a place where, in spite of the communist regime, you can have a chocolate ice cream tasting even better than the one that you can get in Paris...
Their treat!
“Come on, man! You won't regret it!”

Remembering the old man's advice, plus my mood, since I don't really feel like going out, I try to find a solution to avoid all this...

“Jim, after all, they haven't really done, I don't know what fuss – and furthermore, they might have had fun, but it was only their fun, since, as I've clearly noticed, the rest of the people who have witnessed the whole thing, from their attitudes and faces, haven't had fun at all”...
Jim is literally desperate:
“Man! They are two chicks! We are two guys! I know for a fact that they are not nuns! Why waste such an opportunity?!?”
Than, hoping to be more convincing:
“I can tell you from the beginning – Mirabella has set her eyes on you! She's a one night stand available a hundred percent! And, who knows? You can even get some more!”
Honestly, I'm not impressed, and Jim senses it.
He adopts another strategy:
“Look, if you accept, and come with me, I may get the chance to reach into Andrada's pants.
If you refuse, I'm fucked!”...

“Well, man, if that is the case, I cannot leave you alone, like this, but... I want to make sure that you don't give them my address, and if, due to who knows what reason, I decide to leave, you don't start insisting that I should stay”...
Jim is enthusiast:
“Sure, man! Absolutely! No problem!”
I tell him to go at the cafeteria, let me grab some jeans and something, and, in a few minutes, I'll be there...

He leaves, I get dressed, then, exiting my block of flats, I see Jim, expecting for me...
He briefly explains that he couldn't have told me, in front of my door, things that could be overheard, eventually by some neighbors, or my parents...

He tells me that the girls are exquisite cock suckers, professionals, and that weekly, or whenever they wish, they go to the church in the neighborhood, and suck the priests dicks, for money.
They always have money and they always are nicely dressed, a little bit whorish, of course...
Mirabella is highly trained at Karate, and, as long as she's taking her medication, she's OK.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well, she's... somewhat crazy... She even has a certificate that lets her have as many abortions as it takes – in fact, she's not aloud to have children”...

Well, people, at that moment, any normal man would have turned around and left.

I just stop walking, turn towards Jim, and ask him:
“Jim, do you realize what date you've arranged for me?!? A sicko?!?”
He probably realizes that he's spoken too much...
“Ovid! It isn't as bas as it sounds! Really! We go at the same high school, and she's never got herself in any sick trouble – she's only kicked some boys asses! That's all! And not without a reason!”...

I cannot help, but start laughing:
“OK, Jim, let's go get my ass kicked!”

We enter the cafeteria, Jim shows me at their table, while the two of them, not like some real ladies, raise from the table to shake hands with us...
First, I shake hands with Andrada, but not business style – I bend a little and take her arm and kiss the back of her hand, French style – she blushes, flattered, and probably a few drops of urine have already spotted her panties.

Than, I apply the same procedure to Mirabella, but this one, after I'm kissing her hand, comes towards me and kisses me on both my cheeks, than brings her mouth close to my ear, and whispers:
“I'm really sorry! Please forgive me!”

We take our seats, than Andrada tells me, with a very soft voice, that they are both sorry for the incident, and that they would looove to make friends with me...

I simply say that, in fact, I am not upset at all, and, since they are the girls and we are the boys, and this clearly looks like a date, us, the boys, will pay for the treat...
I can read a sudden panic on Jim's face, but, after I hit his leg under the table, he somewhat recovers his smiling face...

Mirabella senses the situation regarding Jim – I can bet my life on it – and, smiling, says:
“OK, so be it, but... under the condition that after we finish here, we go to my place, and you let us, girls, serve you with some brandy”...
I look at Jim – he doesn't seem to have anything against it, so that I accept, but at the back of my mind, I'm quite alert – if this girl is crazy, under permanent treatment, how come she can afford to drink alcohol?!?

Than, I just say to myself: one step at a time, man, one step at a time...

We leave the cafeteria and I have the surprise to see that Mirabella is living real close.
The brandy, I don't really remember what, is for real, not a fake, and Mirabella, before sipping from her glass, first goes and takes a pill, than engorges it, sipping from the brandy...

Andrada starts explaining, in spite of the fact that nobody asked anything, that Mirabella has a certain condition, and that, if she drinks alcohol, she needs to double the dose of some medication.
Her comment makes us all become silent, but, very soon, Mirabella explains:
“If you call me crazy, I don't have the right to pretend that I'm insulted”...
She's smiling, while I ask if she's seeing some doctors, on a somewhat permanent basis, and she confirms, explaining that if the dosage isn't appropriate, she may get some excruciating headaches, and not only...

She than starts some music:
“Let's dance, shall we?”
She comes in front of the couch where I sit, takes my hands, guiding them, firmly, first on her boobs, letting me feel them, and only afterwards on her hips...

I cannot tell if she's trying to shock me, or what...
Occasionally, I look at Jim, who's almost drooling on Andrada, who is expertly moving her ass, hips, boobs, rubbing the front of Jim's body.

I cannot help, but get my mouth close to Mirabella's ear, and whisper:
“ If she keeps on doing that to him, the poor guy will very soon have wet shorts”...
She looks into my eyes, with her dark brown eyes, smiles, than gets close to me, whispering:
“Unfortunately for Jim, Andrada's parents are at home, so that it seems that, apart from some eventual blow job in my bathroom, here, he simply has bad luck”...
I giggle:
“Why only a blow job?”
“Because Andrada simply hates to have sex in the bathroom – don't ask me why!”

Who knows what skeleton hides in Andrada's closet...
I just keep my mouth shut.
Mirabella continues:
“Anyway, I shall have to tell Andrada to hurry, since I want to have you, and only you here”...
Now, imagine yourself at my age, full of energy, courage, lack of responsibility, maybe...
“Mirabella, what if we save the situation, both of us together?”
“How come?”
“My parents are at home, also, but their policy is to give me complete independence.
We can leave these kids here, and go to my place. All night long!”

She's silent, a minute or so... than asks:
“Are you sure?”
I bend, kiss her neck, than whisper:
“Yes”

Mirabella simply stops dancing, stops the music, than goes towards the startled pair:
“Here, children, if I let you use my apartment, will you behave?
I mean, I don't want to find all this bottle of brandy emptied, when I come back, in the morning, I don't want stains on my carpet, or wherever else, and, generally, I want the place to look the same as I leave it.
Do we have a deal?”

Jim nods his head repeatedly, in a real stupid manner, at least from my point of view, while Andrada jumps and kisses her friend on her cheek.

On the way to my place, Mirabella explains to me how her father has run away from Romania a few years ago, how he has managed to make lots of money abroad, and how he has sent her money from there, to help her buy a small apartment, only for her.
She also tells me that, after she shall finish the faculty in Romania, she shall get started with the formalities to leave, officially, Romania, for good, and go to her father.

She has also explained to me that the financial compensation for the studies, that she'll have to pay if she leaves, is only ten thousand dollars, while abroad, this may not cover, as expenses, not even a single year of studies...

Well, folks, crazy she may be, but not THAT crazy!...
After we reach my place, I ask her if she can afford to drink some whiskey, without risking any complications.
She agrees, so that I bring a bottle, glasses, and start some ambient music, than sit...
I haven't mentioned that she's got a beautiful, very dark hair, contrasting with her white skin, especially in the dim lights that I have arranged in my room.

After she finishes her glass, she comes in front of my chair, takes me by the arms, making me stand, than, smiling at me, starts unbuttoning my shirt.
I try to do the same thing to her blouse, but she refuses:
“No, please, just bare with me, let me be in total control”...
Well, at least, I manage to unbutton my sleeves, fact that doesn't seem to bother her.

She takes off my shirt, with a very little help from my side, than she just kneels, and takes off my shoes.
Her following move, is to unbuckle my belt, than works at the button of my jeans, than the zipper...
She drags them down to my ankles, so that all I have to do is raise a little my feet, one at a time, and let her take off my jeans.
With my shorts, we follow the same procedure, and, here I am, with my throbbing dick pointing at her.
She looks at it, gives it a kiss, than gently pushes me back on the arm chair.

“Don't move, please, and... don't stroke it. Don't even touch it! Please!”

She than moves towards her arm chair, and starts taking off her clothes – it's not strip tease, or something, she's just getting undressed, as if she is at home, alone.
She piles her things, neatly, than approaches, and takes mine, doing the same...
All she has done, from the moment she has kissed my dick, until now, didn't take her more than two minutes.

She is now back in front of me, knelt between my legs, leaning her arms on my knees, while she bends and starts licking my dick a little, than starts engulfing it.

My brain is focused on a single idea, to ask her how satisfied is the priest, or the priests of her ministrations, but, even if I may be young and stupid, I'm not THAT stupid...

After the head of my dick reaches her throat, she presses a little there, than slowly, but really slowly, starts taking my dick out of her mouth.
Her tongue, meanwhile, is moving almost as fast as the propeller of an helicopter around my dick head, while she arranges her face in such a way that I can clearly see what she's doing, and how she's doing it to me...

Mirabella starts a very pleasant – from my point of view – journey with her tongue and lips, towards the base of my dick, continuing with my balls.
At this moment, I need to make a comment:
“Honey, please, just one thing – I don't like them sucked”...
She stops, looks at me, and smiles:
“You're not the only one”...

She licks and kisses my balls, making sure that they are fully coated in saliva, than starts her journey towards the tip of the dick.
Again, she slooooowly starts engulfing it, until, again, I can feel her throat, and how she pushes a little more, than back out.
Suddenly, while my dick is out, completely, she stops and tells me:
“ God! How I love to suck it!
You're good! You don't spill your jizz in one second!
By the way, I don't want you to tell me when you're close.
I love to be surprised”...

It's my turn to say something:
“Honey, I surely won't be able to surprise you, you'll sense the way I breathe, the way it pulsates”...
She just smiles, raising her shoulders a little, since my dick is already occupying her mouth...

She stops again:
“You have put the perfect music! I would like to be sucking you till tomorrow!”
She doesn't wait for any answer, she's already engulfing me again...

The way she moves and what she's doing, clearly tells me that she's not in a hurry, but, by now, it's already been a half of an hour.
I'm just wondering where the heck does she get that energy for moving her tongue without getting tired...

All of a sudden, her stile changes.
She lets my dick head touch her throat, than, extracting it, applies some suction, without letting it out anymore.
Finally, in five more minutes I'm done.
I keep my word.
I don't tell her, but the moment I'm almost exploding, she starts humming.
When the first jet hits her mouth, it's only my dick head inside her mouth, but she keeps her tongue in such a manner, that my dick head is pressing into it.

In the back of my mind, I'm just wondering: is it possible that such a good cock sucker won't eat the sperm?!?
After a minute, or so, she surely hasn't swallowed, but she slowly lets my dick slide out, than I can see how she moves, with her tongue, somewhat, my sperm inside her mouth cavity, on her inside of her cheeks, she even pushes a few drops, coating her lips.
Gosh! She's tasting my jizz, almost as if she would be tasting the quality of a wine, or something...

I feel the urge to ask her if it's good, or something, but she's so absorbed by her activity, that I don't want to interrupt...
Believe it, or not, but it takes more than five minutes, before, smiling a little, she engulfs, than licks her lips...
I'm only wondering: is she doing it for me to see, or is it really her pleasure or curiosity?...

She than raises, grabs her glass of whiskey, says cheers, and drinks a little, taking care to wash the sperm coating from her lips.
Than, she looks me in the eye:
“Are you man enough to accept me as I am, or do I have to go and wash my mouth?”
I frown, making a really serious face:
“May I move now?”
She's startled:
“Yes!”
I stand up, take away the glass from her hand, put it on the table, than... I embrace her, and kiss her energetically, sticking my tongue into her mouth, as deep as I can...

After a few minutes of working on her like that, I just stop, let her be, and go and grab my glass, I say cheers, I sip, than I look into her eyes:
“Did that answer your question?”
“...Completely!”
I suddenly remember something:
“Mirabella, still, I do have a flaw”...
She looks at me, expecting for me to continue:
“I do not kiss, lick, eat, or however you may call it, cunt”
She bursts into laughter:
“No worries! I have Andrada for that! And, anyway, we only do it to please some masculine eyes”...

Gosh, I only hope that she won't start confessing about her... clients!

I need to change the subject:
“What would you say if we take a shower together?”
She giggles:
“Why? Haven't I cleaned you good enough?”
Than, in a serious manner:
“I've taken a shower right before going out, at the cafeteria”...

I ask Mirabella if I can pour some more whiskey:
“ Yeah, but only for you”...
I'm seriously asking myself, how crazy is this girl, finally?
We smoke for a while, being somewhat silent, but a pleasant silence, accompanied only by the music.
Mirabella is just studying my music catalogs...

After some time, I cannot tell how long, I can see and feel my dick asking for some more action.
I say “Mirabella!” and point, with my finger, towards my crotch.
She smiles, puts the catalog away, than comes and, kneeling, this time, grabs me by my dick:
“So, naughty boy, you need some more!”
Than, she starts stroking it two or three times.
Than she just stops, looking into my eyes:

“And... what would you like?”
I'm bewildered:
“Err, hmhm... isn't it obvious?!?”
She smiles at me, in a salacious manner, while I'm already caressing her hair...
“Do you want pussy, big dick?”
I mimic the face of a dog, with tongue out:
“Ye! Yeh! Yeah!”...
She jumps on her feet, and, as a soldier, stands in front of me:

“Yes, sir! Very well, sir! But... first, you have a task to fulfill”...
“Come on, girl, don't torment me! What is it?”
“You'll have to slap me, slap my face! Real hard!”...

Gosh! Slapping girls, real hard or not, I don't have such a habit, and, further more, it's against my principles!
“Mirabella, shouldn't I better kiss you, caress you, your beautiful boobs, those soooo suckable nipples!”
“No effect! Sorry!”
“Than, what would you say about slapping your ass?”
“Just the same, no effect!”...

Shit! I cannot do that!
I just tell her...
“Than, dear boy, I shall only suck your marvelous dick, and... this is it!”
I just sit and think...
She continues:
“But this girl will really be unhappy and... not satisfied!”
She than grabs my hand, makes me stand in front of her, and, nice and easy, shows me how my palm should land on her cheek”...

I jump at her and start kissing her, for some minutes, than start kissing her neck, meanwhile trying to reach her clit.
She doesn't let me!
She simply pushes me:
“Slap me! What's so fucking hard to do it?!?”
“No way!”
“What?!?”
“Nooo waaaay! You've heard me!”

The moment I finish saying it, I can see her hand flying towards my face.
She has really, but really slapped me hard! I've almost lost my balance...

I turn my back to her, and, with a trembling hand, I pour some more whiskey – actually, I have filled the glass – all the contents of it floods my belly in only seconds...
I grab a cigarette, light it, and drag from it as if it is my last cigarette, before my execution...
Mirabella continues to stand still.
After more than five minutes, she is still in the same position.

Then, I stand up:
“Now, wench, if this is what it takes to fuck your slutty cunt, than... get ready”
She tenses:
“I'm ready!”
My right hand jumps from my hip and slaps her beautiful face.
She looks at me, and while laughing, asks me:
“Well, big boy, is THIS what you call a slap?!?”

Now, this is final! She has brought me to the point of no return.
If I slap her with my right hand, I risk to see her falling with her head towards some furniture.
I use my left hand, but, this time, I'm convinced of what I'm doing.
Her head, followed by her body, just jumps toward the bed, where she rolls and hits the wooden protection towards the wall with her elbow.
It hurts, I'm sure...
She stays like that, for a minute, but I just let her stay in that fetal position, since... I'm expecting a call.
The phone rings. It's my mother:
“Is it everything all right, dear?”
“Yes, mother, just a little accident, but no real consequences”...

I than go and start massaging Mirabella's hand, arm, elbow.
When she turns her face to me, I can see the marks...
I can only say “I'm sorry!” And, honesty, I really am.
She smiles, but when she does it, I can see the pain on her face:
“You are the man!”

She than embraces me, dragging me between her legs.
When the position is right, she grabs my dick and helps me stick it in...
I grab a pillow, help her put it under her ass...
She looks into my eyes:
“I presume that, after what I've just done, I cannot ask you to be gentle”...

Yes you can! Consider that you have already asked me to be gentle, but it will only happen after exactly five minutes. You can watch the clock!”
The soles of her feet are already on my chest.
I bend towards her, making her knees almost reach her shoulders.
I check. The penetration angle is perfect.

“As I've said: five minutes! You can start counting... NOW!”
The moment I push, with wrath, I can feel her cervix taking it hard, absolutely painful.
She isn't even stretched yet!
My second blow is even worse than the first.
She tries to escape, but no chance, since I'm strongly holding her shoulders.
I know that her hands are free, I could see that she's trained...
“Woman, if you try to hit me, or stop me any other way, you're dead meat! I promise!”

She just bites her lower lip, signaling with her head that she won't...

The third blow is even harder than the previous two, but now I have reached the moment when our pelvises collide...
Luckily for her, after two minutes, or so, she's stretched – still painful, but not like the first dozens of times...

I already feel an ocean of pity, but... I've promised to her five minutes, so that five minutes there will be!
The moment the five minutes are done, I stop.
She suddenly opens her eyes, full of tears:
“Gosh! Don't stop now! Fuck me fucker, punish me!”

God! I've forgotten she's crazy! She reached to like it! Rough! For real!

I increase the frequency, and I also diminish, a veeeery little the force of the pushes.
She grabs me by the hair, dragging it, caressing it!
Suddenly, she practically yells:
“Stop! Now! Push it deep!”
She's shivering, breathing like there is no tomorrow, while her cunt is milking me...

In a minute, she's done, so that I start rubbing her clit with my pelvis.
She grabs my ass cheeks with her hands, encouraging me to amplify the moves of my hips.
Another five minutes, and Mirabella is trembling again, full of perspiration, just like I am...
“Ovid, I shouldn't be fertile this period of the month, but... after this... I'm not sure...
Anyway, accidents happen...
If you like, you can fill my cunt with your juice, I am officially entitled to abortion, so, no worries, and no costs”...

“Yeah! No costs, but only the health risks for your body!”
“Gosh! How I love it! Fuck the risks! Fuck me!”
“And if I don't, what? You will slap me again?!?”
“Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!”...

“Lady, there are three choices: your belly, your mouth, or your back door”...
She looks deeply into my eyes:
“What's the best choice for you?”
“Back door”...

“It bloody hurts, over there, but, for you, I will do it!”
“Forget it! I've already caused you too much pain! I don't want to destroy you, I only want to fuck you!”...
“Gosh! How I love the way you are destroying me!”...
I cannot help, but giggle:
“Here, baby, I'll keep on destroying you, and, the moment I feel like exploding, I shall try to reach your sweet mouth – if I manage – if not, it will be spilled on your belly, tits, face, wherever I manage to reach!”

Enough with the conversation.
I'm sure that her legs are aching by now, but, honestly, I love this position.
She hasn't protested, yet, so that I get started.

The pause for the conversation, or the blow job at the beginning, just hold me from exploding another ten minutes.
Finally, I'm there!
I jump on my feet, letting her legs free in the air, than move towards her face.
The first jet goes straight on her chin, but, by now, she has already grabbed my ass, holding me tight, catching my dick with her lips, sucking it for a second, than starts taking me in, until I can feel her throat.

I lean to the drawer and give her a napkin.
She just uses her hand, to take the sperm from her chin, and guide it inside her mouth...
When she's finished, she licks her lips, than grabs the napkin and wipes her lips with it.
She than turns towards me, and, with the other side of the napkin, wipes the perspiration from my forehead.
“Now, baby, will you give this girl a kiss?”

We kiss for a while, than we just lay on the bed, faces up.
She touches her pubic area, than looks at her fingers, as if to check if she doesn't bleed:
“Gosh! It stings as a blister!”
Than, she gently touches me down there:
“How does it feel?”
“Not exactly like a blister, but it stings. I agree”...

Now, honestly, I don't know about Mirabella, but I surely feel like taking a shower.
This time, she agrees.
While shampooing her inner labia, and she's jumping, since she's sore, I just ask:
“Now, baby, how long does the slapping thing keep this sweet thing open for me?”
“Only until I leave”...
“Do you mean that... if we see each other again, I'll have to”...
“... Yes, but not THAT hard! Luckily, this time I don't need to pay a visit to the dentist!”

I just kiss her:
“Sorry”
“Don't be! I've deserved it!”...

Sore cunt, stinging pelvic area, but, until the morning, we've fucked again, this time her on top, but after twenty minutes, or so, she's simply asked me to let her suck me dry...

We've exchanged our telephone numbers, and she mentioned that, if, for several days, she wouldn't answer, I can always leave her a message via Jim, since she's somehow correct, and tries to go to school each and every day...

After two weeks, she was the one who has called me, inviting me at the cafeteria, but we've only eaten some ice cream, since she's told me that she had something to attend the following day, and she couldn't afford to be sore...

Now, honestly, I was a fucker, but, with all the Arab and African students, in and around Bucharest, I was feeling some reluctance, in spite of the fact that she has explained to me that she was always having safe sex...

Finally, there were so many young girls, “open minded” who wouldn't even dream to fuck a foreigner, not even have a coffee with him, so that I didn't really need to call her, even if I knew that she wouldn't charge me...
Furthermore, the idea of having to slap her face, wasn't attracting me.

It was already summer, when only fate has made us meet again.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon, but I go out, although the sun is literally melting the asphalt, making some ladies, with thinner heels at their sandals, look very attentive not to remain bare footed...

At the corner of a street, while waiting for the light to turn green, I see Mirabella, walking proud, with high heels, but real large base, on the other side of the street.
The noise of the traffic makes me stop my first impulse, to shout, calling her name.
I simply wait for the green light – I shall reach her in no time.

Suddenly, I hear the sirens of the militia cars, and one of them stops right in front of us, and a uniformed agent jumps from it, stopping us from crossing the street.
Shit, if Mirabella reaches the hotel entrance, where I suspect that she's going, I won't try to find her inside...
Luckily, it doesn't take long until the official cars speed in front of us, so that the agent lets us cross.

I speed, running, and see how Mirabella is, in fact, only passing by the hotel entrance, continuing her journey.
The moment after, I can see her turning towards the entrance of the hotel, gesturing and saying something.
It's clear that she's started a fight with someone, than, all of a sudden, I see three guys jumping from inside, on the sidewalk.

I just stop, amazed, confused, trying to calculate how to act.
Even from this distance, of less than twenty meters, in fact, I can realize that they are some informants of the militia, who are making a so called living, exchanging, unofficially and illegally, foreign currency to various visitors of the hotel.

They are a very low character people, but, unfortunately, and, of course, unofficially, they are under the protection of the militia...

I do have a problem here - the girl, being a whore, even if still at high school, may also be an informant, and, also, if I ask my father's help, his so many connections might inform him about the girl's status, and he will surely be mad at me for dealing with such trash...
Blood tests, and who knows what else!...
I'm still a teenager, remember?

Suddenly, I cannot believe my eyes what I see!
Mirabella lets her purse fall on the asphalt, than jumps from her sandals.
The following moment, one of the punks is receiving a direct hit in his neck, going backwards, holding his hands at his neck, another one just falls on the ground with the hands holding his knee, while the third, who has managed to grab her by her hair, receives a beautiful blow in his sternum, from an elbow that makes him forget about grabbing girl's by their hair on the streets.

I hurry towards them, since Mirabella, instead of getting her purse and sandals, and disappear, starts shouting at them, calling them various names and so on...
I quickly bend, recover the purse and sandals, give the purse to Mirabella, than, with my free hand now, I just grab her by the arm, and say:
“Run!”
I know it very well that somewhere in the hotel, in the lobby, or in the restaurant, there are militia representatives, dressed in civilian clothes, who, if they manage to catch Mirabella, will surely put the blame on her, and not on their informants...

Fortunately, Mirabella listens, and she starts running, very efficient, since she's now bare footed.
I'm sure that the three informants couldn't see my face, since one was having a very hard time trying to breathe, the other one was trying to reach at his heart, while the third, from the way he had his leg flexed, was probably needing a few months in a plaster.

Furthermore, they were all laid down...

Luckily, I do know the neighborhood very well, and so does Mirabella.
We manage to arrive in a secluded place, in the neighborhood of the grocery market, where I let Mirabella have her sandals on, than we just mix in the market, among the clients.

I buy some fruits and vegetables, I don't care what, just to look like normal clients, than, with all that, we reach Mirabella's apartment.
I ask her to go into the shower, than, when she gets out, refreshed, I ask her to get dressed with other clothes, while I grab the used ones, emptied hand bag included, and put them in a large non transparent bag, and add, above, some of the veggies that we've bought.

“Now, Mirabella, here is the plan:
I take all this stuff with me, and, hopefully, nobody will recognize me.
When I reach home, I call you.
Than, with your hair arranged in a loop , and, eventually, some sun glasses, you come at my apartment.
See what you bring with you, since, most probably, I won't let you leave my apartment for a day or two”...

She looks at me:
“Well, but... why?!?”
“Just because these people, the militia, I mean, are furious now, and they are digging everywhere for some witnesses, descriptions, and so on...
Now, if they cannot do shit in maximum three days, if none of the guys you've hit, dies, which, I hope, isn't the case, the inquiries will be drastically diminished – those guys are just minnow, not sharks...

On the other hand, if you have the darn bad luck to be recognized by someone there, best is if they cannot find you at home.
You do have all the reasons in the world, to do not be at home, since you are on your holiday.

If the worst happens, and they insist searching, when you will tell them that you've spent these days at my apartment, they will think hard, really hard, if to go there”...

Mirabella has insisted that I throw away the clothes that she's used during the attack, so that we've spent our afternoon, and a very good part of the evening, cutting, with some scissors and a knife, the incriminating clothes, in tiny little pieces, flushing them to the lavatory, taking greatest care not to clog the flushing system.

Luckily, the whole event has happened during a sunny day, and Mirabella was wearing a very short skirt, and a very thin blouse...
I've encountered a few problems cutting the bag, but... we've managed.

After almost a week of quality time, spent together, making ourselves seen in various places, together, and, since at three days after the event, going with Mirabella at her place, to take some more medication, when she has asked an old lady, a neighbor, if anybody has been looking for her, the answer being negative, we've considered that we can get back to our lives, but not before Mirabella got herself a boyish haircut, with some spots of blond in it.

And... yes!
Except for the night after the incident, we've been fucking each and every night, but not before I did my duty to... slap her!

The third night, she's even made fun of me:
“See? You've almost started to enjoy it!”...

After a few months, close to Christmas, Mirabella, in spite of my advice, took some friends of hers and went with them at the restaurant of that darned hotel.

Afterwards, she came to my place, very enthusiastic, telling me that she hasn't spotted any of the assailants, and that, in fact with so many young good looking girls around, even if they saw her, they couldn't recognize her.

Anyway, until I've lost contact with her, she has always kept her hair short, and even completely blond, sometimes...

After finishing high school, we've continued to see each other sometimes, but, more and more seldom.
About her need to be slapped before having sex, all that I could find out was that it has been something connected to her father...
After hearing that, I haven't insisted anymore, so that I leave the matter to each and every reader's imagination.

If she has left Romania, for good, I cannot tell, and, honestly, I don't really care...

In spite of the fact that we did spend some good time together, excepting the slapping thing, I'm still wondering, some times, why the heck, when Jim has told me, on the way to the cafeteria, that the girl has some mental problems, I just didn't turn around and get back home.

THE END
1 comments

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2013-01-09 11:25:14
Ovid, you have obviously led an interesting life. If you have more stories please post them. Thank you for sharing your adventures.

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