sDate: Sat, 7 Jan 2017 19:46:27 +0000
From: Will Story <willstories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Will tales - Slamming my student during the Grand Slam

Third Chapter here :D


After junior year in college I decided to take the year off and get to know
a little about the real world and be certain about what I wanted from my
life, Isabella by then was done with college and was leaving her apartment
at the beach, and I most certainly did not have the money to afford it. In
fact most of my friends were leaving that year, making my decision to take
a year abroad much simpler, after a few inquiries I was set to go to
Ireland for the next 10 months.


I was about to major in English Literature and was willing to try out if I
had what it took to be a teacher, so after about a month of searching I got
a job in an English School for foreigners. I found a nice house in Dublin 9
that I shared with 11 other people, and it was one of the most fulfilling
experiences of my life, they were people from all over the globe, Italians,
Brazilians, Spanish, Polish, French and so on. Everyday it was kind of an
adventure and a new learning moment to broaden my horizons, we would go
partying from Thursday Night until Sunday and we were never out of new
places to explore and people to know. Whenever I was up to it, I would find
a good lady to take home and call her mine for one night (plenty of stories
here). There were of course plenty of stories, but none as sexy as
Beatrice.

The school where I worked had a very relaxed environment, we would often go
out and have some drinks after working hours and since all our students
were over 18 years old, it was very common to some of them to go out with
us and party together, all of them were foreigners and so was I, and we
were all trying to make friends and fit in. Studying languages was always
my thing, and I was trying to learn Italian for a few years, so I soon
became friends with a bunch of Italians at my school, besides the practice
of the language, they were fun to be around, no one parties as an
Italian. (There was this Apollo like Italian man that almost made me lose
my mind, but this is yet another story).

I was working there for 3 months already and I was trying to keep my dick
inside my pants for a change and not cause any problems, I really liked
this job. Good money, good hours and specially fun environment. It was all
good and fun until the day my Italian friends brought Beatrice to enroll in
my school, she had just arrived from Palermo, a little over 19 years old
and as much as I, was trying to enjoy the world and trying to figure out
her place in this world before college. The first time I saw her it was one
of those moments where the world stopped and there was only her. It was the
end of January or beginning of February I am not certain, I just remember
it was cold to Irish patterns and not much of the hotness she hid under her
clothes was exposed. She had this cute face and mischievous smile, deep
green eyes that would spark when she was about to be naughty, however had a
slightly big nose (kinda fat). It was not her appearance that captivated
me, the moment we started talking when they introduced us, we would not
stop talking, about anything and everything, it was this instant connection
that made us feel comfortable around each other, and we immediately started
flirting as if there was no one around us.


That is where our story takes a surprising turn, she had a boyfriend that
came along with her from Italy and she kind of neglected to mention that in
the beginning, one of her friends pulled me aside and told me to take it
easy and not fall for it, just was just a tease and she was (apparently)
very much in love with her boyfriend. He proceeded to explain that he was
some kind of game programmer and had found a job in Dublin and she had
tagged along. It was a bath of cold water in my intentions, but in a
certain way I thought it was better that way, I would be able to keep my
dick inside of my pants and not screw things up.


I kept on with my life of drinking and partying and sometimes Beatrice
would tag along with our friends, mostly alone, because her boyfriend was
huge pain in the butthole. He would be that know it all douche bag that
would make everyone uncomfortable with his presence (he was hot, I will
give you that, but annoying as hell). Everytime she was alone we would get
into our flirting dance, but I would never make a move with everyone
around. I would try and find another girl to pound my frustration off or go
home with the worst case of blue balls. When we started partying I realized
how hot she was, she had this huge thighs, toned from going to the gym,
nice round butt and perky C-cups that would stay up even when she was not
wearing a bra (and that was most of times I learned with time). She had
olive skin, that natural look from mediterranean areas, long dark hair that
would go to her lower back and the most striking feature, deep green eyes.


I loved watching Rugby, I was never much of a football fan, too much stops
and goes to my ADHD to keep track on, but Rugby was perfect, action from
the beginning till the end. That year Wales was destroying in the six
nations and by the fourth game against Italy the Grand Slam seemed very
much in reach. I was a fanatic and in the lack of a team of my own to
support I was cheering for Wales and well the fun. Since they were playing
against Italy (huge table spoons) my friends decided to gather everyone in
their house to watch the match. They were Italians but we were still living
in Ireland so much beer was drunk that they and they furious that I would
not stop cheering for Wales. Beatrice went alone of course, (her boyfriend
was too good to care for sports), and even though she was not a fan, she
was having fun with us and drinking as much as we did, and spent the whole
time flirting with me, even going as far as asking me to give her a foot
rub mid game, she was wearing this long sleeved dress with a huge clevage
and black pantyhose with some flower details in it. It is one of the
outfits that make my heart race and my jaws drop whenever I see someone in
it, and I got hard the whole time she was with her legs over my lap, and
she made no movement to get away when she realized that, but we were
surrounded and little could be done.


By the end of the game Wales wiped the floor with Italy's but (24-3) and my
friends were drowning their sorrows with Guinness. (I was never much for
Guinness, so I kept drinking Carlsberg, if it is good enough for the Queen
of Denmark, it is good enough for me). So I was slightly sober than
everyone else and went to the kitchen to fix some food for us. I had opened
the fridge door to see what we had available when I saw Beatrice
approaching with the naughtiest smile in her face, walking bare foot and
that was my breaking point. I got her by the waist and pinned her against
the kitchen sink and went for the kiss. About a month of frustration and
desire were in that kiss and she wade no attempt to stop, in fact she
reciprocated all my eagerness, moaning loudly in my mouth and kissing me
full French.


I was about to burst here and there, I think no one ever teased me that
much before finally letting me get what I wanted. She was panting and our
breaths were about to burst of our chests, someone could come in any
moment, but that was just a distant thought in our minds. My hands were
full on her butt, and what a butt, round and hard, the feeling of it
covered on the pantyhose was divine. After enjoying her mouth until we were
both breathless, I started kissing her neck and when I lowered the shoulder
of her dress I first realized she was not wearing a bra. I looked at her
asking her about it (Senza reggiseno?) and she limited to smile and shrug,
my heart started pounding even faster and with my hands trembling I pulled
her cleavage down revealing this perky breasts, with slightly big dark
nipples and after taking a breath to take that goddess image I went
straight to those nipples and started sucking on it, biting and not caring
if it would leave a mark (and it did, more on that later). She let me go to
town for a while on those monuments, before pulling me by the hair and
telling me to stop before someone came in. (Qualcuno puņ venire in,
everything in Italian sounded sexier).


As you know may know by now, I was never much of one to care about whomever
was watching. But realizing what was at stake, I went to the Kitchen door
and saw that my friends were all on the couch listening to AC\DC and in a
fight of which was the greatest Rock Band of all times. I told them that
some pizza was coming there way in some 20 minutes, took them some beer as
precaution and went back to kitchen (not before closing the door, no keys)
and actually put the pizza in the oven. Before pulling her by the arm and
pinning her down against the kitchen door to make sure it would stay shut.


Our time was short and I was about to make every single one of them
count. I went back into kissing her and sucking on her breasts, my hand
found its way down her body and after some struggle with her pantyhose I
was fingering her soaking wet pussy, she was holding her moans as much as
she could, but some (most) were going out very loudly, but to our luck
AC\DC was blasting of the speakers. I couldn't take it anymore I opened my
fly and took my dick off, conducting her hand to it, that she eagerly
accepted and started tugging it as well as she could while moaning with my
fingering and tit sucking. Time was of the essence her and I could not
enjoy her as I usually would, so soon I pressed her shoulders down and
getting my intention she got on her knees and start giving me some hot head
while I held on her hair and awkwardly tried to caress her
breasts. (Seriously they were awesome boobs).


The timer on the oven let me know we had now about 8 minutes before the
fateful ding and I needed to fuck that nice pussy. The pantyhose was in the
way and lowering it would make it too hard to cover our tracks if someone
decided to come into the kitchen. So I turned her around with my back to
me, pinned her against the door again, I started fingering her hard and
grabbing her boobs (that would spill of my hand no matter how hard I tried
to get a full grab), and after kissing her neck some more I went to her ear
whispered that I would give her 2 new pantyhose, before she could answer me
I grabbed the crotch area of it and ripped apart. She started protesting
but gave up when I pulled her panties aside and slammed my fingers on her
pussy, I positioned myself, pulled her closer, leaving her leaning against
the door and after some fumbling I had my dick locked into the right
position. Ti piace was the only thing I asked her, and after a loud moan as
answer I slammed by dick to the hilt, making her scream (thanks Malcolm and
Angus for making it so much loud), she started bucking and begging me to
fuck her in a sexy English with her thick Italian accent. I had her dress
completely down around her waist by now and her boobs were wiggling around
with each thrust, her pussy was soaking wet and I couldn't get enough of
it.


After banging her in this position for a while and the whole teasing that
led into it I was about to cum, but not quite ready to do so. I turned her
around and I pulled her up throwing her legs around my waist and lifting
her off the floor, I knew I wouldn't last long that way but the sight of
her in that position her boobs jumping up and down were one of the most
amazing things I have ever seen in my life. She started moaning loudly and
I knew if I kept on my pace she would cum around my dick, I was about to
cum too but I am gentleman, so I held as much as I could and soon enough I
was rewarded with her spasming and a loud squeaky scream followed by
swearing in Italian. I couldn't hold her anymore and the timer had gone of
a few minutes ago so it was time to finish it up, but before I could
decided what to do she went back on her knees and started milking me dry
and soon enough I was bursting into her mouth like crazy, my time to moan
loudly now. She was quite surprised when I got her back up and started
kissing her with her mouth still with my cum (her boyfriend would never get
close her mouth after she even blew him) and gave her breast one last suck
before helping her to fix her dress.


The pizzas were slightly overcooked but no one actually complained. Bea
didn't linger much and soon after her boyfriend came to pick her up, I had
to use all my might not to laugh when she kissed him. When I was leaving
the host accompanied me down stairs and laughing asked me how was it in the
kitchen and proceeded to tell me they all knew what we were up to. When I
started apologizing he said it was cool, they were all happy for us and
hoped she would leave that douche (they all hated him, but she never left).


When I got home she sent me a message telling it was great and hoped we
would do that again, and complained that I left some sucking marks on her
boobs and she had to come of with some lame excuses about it. We were just
beginning our story then, I would slam her many more times even before
Wales finished with their Grand Slam.


I hope you all enjoyed this story, again leave your comment and
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