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Learning ItalianMy sister and I are bonded forever. She has always taken care of me as I presume most all older sisters do. We grew up in a place where k**s are into promise rings and all that church stuff. My sister Janie is not into any of that, she fits into the category of slut. Which equates to Skinny, Lithe, Underweight Tease. We have no secrets, I know of all her conquests, good and bad. I grew up watching a steady stream of boys coming by to pick her up. As a middle school k** I had the teasing part on auto-pilot. My problem was I never went beyond teasing. I considered making a guy cum in his pants easy to do and the mark of a good night out. During the summer of my 3rd year in high school I’m asking Janie how to best put this virginity thing to rest. She tells me how it’s usually quick,m messy and not a lot of fun. Young guys are known to fumble, care only about themselves, awkward and are made by Briggs and Stratton. Huh? She said that just like motors, they are all four strokes. She offers to get me one of her old boys. I say “no way”, sharing a guy? And I am reminded that we share everything, so why not. The talk ends there and a couple weeks pass. Janie tells me we are going away for a few days to a party hosted by her college pal. I’m grateful to be invited along and follow blindly. On arriving I meet about 10 of her friends and make myself content in the kitchen doing prep work for a good meal. One guy they called D paid me a lot of attention. His name is DiLorenzo, an Italian doing his college in the US of A. I can describe him as very tall,well muscled but trim, not really a pretty boy and lots of body hair. The kind of guy who sports a 5 O’Clock shadow by noon. Not exactly my type, not that I actually had a type. One thing about Di, his accent is awesome, like he came from Central Casting. One thing D has under his belt is a lot of time in the kitchen of his big Italian family. He follows into the kitchen and offers to be my Sous. The only problem is I do not have a meal plan. Janie and I picked up a veggies and a chunk of beef. I was figuring out what to best do with it. One of the veggies was Fennel which caught D’s attention. He asked me to help him explore the kitchen. Upon finding a huge heavy pot, he suggested a one pot classic Italian feast using the fennel. “Leave the beef for tomorrow, we can do a Cioppino.” and he drags me off shopping. Finding seafood in Eastern Virginia is not hard. Finding a real bakery for the ‘real bread’ was a challenge. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Our trip took hours and the more we spoke, the more attractive he became. We get back at the house we are greeted by cheers. D has cooked for this crew before and they looked forward to his work. We became close at the work table, with D behind me, guiding my hands he is showing me Italian technique for proper seafood and shellfish preparation. We also had quite a few helpers. Lots of extra hands coming in to assist. Also because they were famished. Janie was watching and whispered to me “He could be your first” and walks away. I guess I wanted it and with the help of a lot of wine I started pushing back against D while he was behind me. The other thing he has under his belt was responding just as expected and he is grinding back. Food prep was no longer my priority. As the meal was finishing on the stove, we both went to clean up and change. Now I wanted to make the best impression. Undergarments, the right push up, the right lace shorts under shorts, do the face, do the hair. D pretty much did the guys version. So my first Italian word was Cioppino. Soon to be followed by passare la notte, fanculo and amore. No longer dressed in grunge, my chef looked fabulous. Now I am thinking that he is the one I will give myself to. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. The meal was beyond fabulous and the deal was that all the diners did the clean up. The Chef and his Sous got a pass. There was a lot of heat up to that point and I basically threw myself at him. That’s when he whispered “Passare la Notte” and led me upstairs. I did not need a translator. As we headed upstairs, I caught my big sister giving me a thumbs up. Given all the time it took me to get dressed, it seemed a shame I was out of my clothes in less than a minute. Once the door closed we were all over each other. D just looked at me, telling me just how perfect and sexy I was. We kissed naked, I reached down to caress his cock, he sat on the bed, I jumped into his lap grinding his shaft between my virgin lips and asked him to be easy as I was a virgin. He took on a completely different demeanor. Instead of vigorous, D became exceptionally tender. He excited me terrible alternating between kissing and placing his mouth over my puffy pink nipples. Then he moved me and placed his mouth on my pussy. No man had ever done this before and I was blessed. He knew just what to do and mobilbahis güvenilir mi he worked me into a frenzy of many little cums. D’s cock is a giant, probably as thick as my wrist. It would be a lie if I said I was not initially scared. Once he started to perform oral on me, I had no fear whatsoever. D kept his mouth on my pussy while me moved to the bed on his back. I am now presented my first uncircumcised cock. To my delight I find it absolutely beautiful and powerful in appearance. I found myself worshiping his cock, playing with the foreskin and doing my best to let that cock know I was elated to have it. D moved to mount me. I told him to put on a condom. He just shook his head no. OK, nothing was going to stop me, I wanted him inside me, I just shrugged and spread my legs wide. He moved tenderly, he slowly pressed, I easily took him at first, then I felt what I can best describe as a little paper cut. That’s all there was, over done, virgin no more. The look on his face told me that he knew it too as he paused, whispered baciami and we kissed deeply as he finished the job of deflowering one very happy girl. Never once did he crush me with his weight, never once did he remove his hand from my breast. He slowly stroked faster and deeper, which brought on a stream of endless little climaxes. My first orgasm was about to happen. His cock was giving me a delightful fullness, his stroking got the job done, the spot right above his cock was now pounding my clitoris and he had bottomed out inside me. It was a combination of discomfort as he pounded my cervix while giving me clitoral delight. The orgasm came out of nowhere, my arms, legs and I guess my pussy too grabbed him so tight, like I was trying to break him. He just stopped, stayed deep in me and smiled as he took in all my pleasure. Upon my calming down, he went to watching as he pulled out of me almost entirely and plunged back in. I watched too in amazement as a giant and blood stained cock easily slammed itself home. After a while D came back chest to chest, kissing me deeply, now crushing me a bit and caressing my faces he said “Ho intenzione di venire presto”. I just held him tighter enjoying the moment having no idea what he just said. But it sounded so perfectly romantic. I kind of wish I did know, by this time, condom or no condom made no difference to me as I would have looked forward to his moment. I really should have been smart enough to know since his cock mobilbahis giriş has grown bigger. His slam home was beating up my insides enough to earn a grunt out of me every time he bottomed out. D held himself deep while staring into my eyes and said “accumulando in te”, and I could feel his cock throbbing. Now I knew what he was saying! The only regret I have is not being able to relive that moment he filled me with his precious seed and, all the moments leading up to it. This was my most emotional perfect moment. We hung locked together all smiles and laughing for the longest time. All sweaty and feeling oh so sexy. As D went to move off me, I told him with no room for discussion “Don’t you dare, stay inside me”. He relented. Feeling my insides drenched with all our juices mixed together was just the perfect situation for passionate kissing. All that passionate kissing got D hard again in no time. This time I was rewarded with a long hard fucking. Only this time I had my knees up over his shoulders and I’m saying “hurt me! hurt me!” as he got close to his second ejaculation. And yes, he did hurt me in doing so, and I loved every moment. We slept after the second round. In the middle of the night we had long slow passionate intercourse, which of course earned me another deep seeding of my fertile pussy. Then came morning and DiLorenzo was gone. This was a let down. I was in tears. It took my sister Janie a good time calming me down. I was so upset by the wham bam and gone. Janie had told me this was unusual behavior for him. Then to my delight D was back in the early evening. It seems that the beautiful note he wrote me found its way onto the floor and I had not seen it. And that is the story according to Janie and Jodi. A little prologue………. Three days later,on the ride back home Jodi tells everything to Janie and they talk in the way only sisters can. Turns out Janie had never slept with DiLorenzo but knew from others that he was a superior caring fucker with a huge cock. Janie had figured that with their love of kitchen work they would hit it off. Janie had it all figured out. Conversation drifted into her asking how many times they screwed and all Jodi could say was it was too many to count. Janie laughed and mentioned ‘a whole box of condoms’ Jodi said “No, not a single one” which earned Jodi the ‘you’re a reckless idiot’ speech. Jodi also told her how much she adored this guy and getting advice on how to rope him in. D is a keeper for sure.Being a 17 year old, Jodi was of the opinion that DiLorenzo is the only guy she would ever fuck. And so far that has worked out. Janie and DeLorenzo’s college was her choice. She never saw her freshman dorm as she moved in off campus with D. The dorm remains as a clean and tidy show piece for the times Mom and Dad visit.

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