My teacher Ali gave me good hard in the ass

After my first trip to Morocco, a lot had changed in my head, especially in my way of seeing people of other ethnicities and cultures. It had become clear to me that it did not matter what the color of the skin was or what god it was believed in; in the end we are all human beings with the same desires: to have fun, and if it's fucking, all the better.

I returned to African lands a few months after my first trip, with humid memories in my mind and the feverish hope of reuniting with those partying companions that had given me so much pleasure.

But no, when I arrived in the city of Marrakech for the second time, I found out that Stephan and Maurice had returned to their respective cities, in France, and it was clear that the chances of running into Jamal again were practically zero, since after He hadn't heard from him since he fucked me, I didn't even have his mobile number. It had been a kind of ghost that had mysteriously entered my life, had burst my pussy and just as mysteriously disappeared.

I resumed my studies with new classmates and new teachers, until one day, leaving high school, I recognized Ali, my previous teacher. This was a nice boy, about 35 years old (I was 20 then). Not very tall but stocky, with tan skin and curly hair, and scandalous lips, which I noticed for the first time.

And he, neither short nor lazy, after greeting me, he went straight to the point:

–Come with me, we buy some sandwiches and we are going to eat in a place I know.

And I, without thinking about what he was doing or wondering what Ali's intention was, I followed him, so calm.

We bought something to eat and Ali invited me to get on his motorcycle, which he then drove off to leave the city. During that journey, I thought a couple of times how crazy it was all in itself, to go on a motorcycle (without a helmet, of course), God knew where - then I imagined the map of Africa and I saw myself as a lost point near the desert at its western extremity, with an uncle she knew practically nothing. I came to think that if something happened to me they would find me in a gutter and my parents would find out from the news.

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With such beautiful ideas in my head, but excited by the potential danger, Ali took me to a beautiful park, full of trees of all sizes that I did not pay too much attention to. We sat on the grass and took out our food.

We only took two bites, when Ali lay down, looking up at the sky, and invited me to do the same next to him. I lay close to him, very very close to him. How good that man smelled. Not soap or perfume… it was the smell of her skin that filled my lungs, and I found it tremendously exciting.

After saying a couple of nonsense about the beautiful day it was, Ali turned her face to mine, looked at me with her eyes as black as night, and lunged for my mouth. How that man kissed! Her lips were so soft they reminded me for a moment of the first girl I hooked up with, but the determination and intensity of her movements became decidedly masculine. Our tongues intertwined in a frantic and desperate dance as Ali's hands drew me to his muscular body.

Perhaps it seemed that he had thrown himself on me, that he had the initiative; But while he was stroking my back, I decided not to stay behind and show him that we Europeans also know how to be good sluts: I unbuttoned his pants and grabbed his cock with my left hand, squeezing that hot and swollen cane.

Ali smiled as he parted his lips from mine and took command again, pushing my head down, inviting me to kiss his cock. Kiss, come on. I parted my lips as far as I could and swallowed it whole, making his glans collide against my bell. His cock wasn't as big as Jamal's, but it would be over 18cm and it was more than satisfactory thickness. I spent a few minutes sucking him all over, up and down, up and down, to the beat that his dominant hand dictated on my head. Each time he pushed more, so that not an inch of his tail was exposed to the air, everything had to be inside my mouth.

Until suddenly he stopped, made me get up and covered it.

-What happens now? -I asked for.

And Ali explained to me that someone was approaching and that if they had seen us we would have ended badly. Not only fucking or sucking her, but simply kissing in public was punishable by jail, even for a married couple; If they caught us, who were obviously not married, we could get into a tremendous mess, the kind that ruin your life. The idea of ​​ending up in a Moroccan jail was not very funny to me, but the curiosity of someone seeing us made me even wetter.

The visitor passed us, glanced at us, winked at Ali, and continued his walk; In reality, although the laws there are strict, then among the people the rule of live and let live rules, and we were able to continue with our thing.

With that interruption my arousal had built up and was about to burst. I took Ali's cock out again and sucked it off as fast as I could; Inside of me I wanted the guy who had passed before to turn around and see us in action, to get hard watching our blowjob and to masturbate in front of me. But he did not turn, nor did anyone else pass. We were left alone, the two of us, me with Ali's cock in her mouth and Ali with her fingers sliding into my jeans, eagerly searching for my slit.

On his part there were not many preliminaries, nor did they need to, since my pussy was dripping in abundance: his skillful fingers separated the thread of the thong and they were introduced, curious, in my flooded pussy. The position we were in was decidedly uncomfortable, even so, he managed to masturbate me with two fingers making me enjoy like a bitch. In spite of everything I kept remembering the threat of jail and I decide to stifle my moans by covering my mouth with his package.

After a while we agreed that the best thing would be to go to my apartment, to finish more comfortably what had started so well in that lost park God knew where.

We returned to the city and as soon as we entered the house we pounced on each other, eating each other's mouths without being able to breathe. We stripped down the hall without our tongues unrolling for a single moment, and by the time we got to the living room we were completely naked. Ali threw me on the couch, in a bad way, the way I like it. I lay on my back, pretending to be a poor helpless girl, actually starving for him like a wolf in heat.

Ali lay on top of me, lifted my right leg, and skewered his cock in half a second. The hardest thing that has ever drilled me.

Then Ali started pushing and shoving, tensing all of her muscles, at a speed that normally is what guys reach only when they are done. Ali was a fucking machine. I have never been fucked as fast and as hard as him, not before or after. He fucked me so hard it took my breath away, I could barely moan because I couldn't really even breathe, so violent were his thrusts. Cock by cock, by shoving, in a few seconds he had taken me to the wall, dragging me for the three meters that the sofa measured. Pushed with pounding, just like that, unable to speak or scream, wondering what the hell that was, marveling at feeling so full of him.

Like when you're used to drinking private label cola and suddenly you try a real coke, that's how my past experiences seemed compared to the powder Ali was throwing at me.

While he was fucking me like that, the bastard smiled, so calm, and seemed to be making no effort, and I, who thought I was a bitch, couldn't keep up with him. He hit me so hard that I didn't just feel his cock inside me, but felt my entire body fill with him, with an explosion of pleasure so deep inside my belly that, unhinged, I lost all contact with reality. Ali continued to hit me hard, while with one hand he pinched my nipple, mercilessly, hurting me and killing me with pleasure.

-Ali, I ...

I didn't even know what I wanted to say to him, anyway he interrupted me:

- Do you like the way we Arabs do it? Because nobody in your country fucks you like this?

And how right he was. Almost twenty years have passed since then, and I confirm that no one else has known how to fuck me like that for more than five minutes in a row.

Ali continued to hesitate, speaking as calmly as if he was not exerting himself physically:

–If I know that you Europeans are whores and only an Arab male can fill you. I'm going to destroy you, you'll see how you're going to beg me to stop.

He was right; If he kept up like this, and he looked all right, he would end up breaking my pussy and me asking him to please stop fucking me.

-Fox! Take this!

God how it makes me when they talk to me like that. The insult and an unexpected rush of thrusts brought me back into the warm mists of extreme pleasure. A tingling grew in my belly; Was the bastard hitting me at the G spot ?; It grew and grew, until it completely filled my senses. There was no Ali, no cock, nothing, just a huge wave of pleasure that dragged me to another world, and without knowing where I got the air from, I let out a scream that echoed like thunder.

Ali, that bastard Ali, laughed, satisfied that he had satisfied his bitch in such a beastly way. But evidently he hadn't had enough, it was as if he had just started. My God, that man was going to blow me up.

He pulled his cock out of my throbbing, itchy cunt, lifted my hips a few inches… and just switched holes.

With his cock flooded by my flows, it was not difficult for him to open my ass.

I remember the fear I felt at that moment: was he going to fuck my ass with the same force? I was scared by what was to come, but I didn't say anything to him and I settled in so he could enter better and more thoroughly.

-Come on, break it while you are. See if you can, ”I said.

Where would that cockiness come from with a stud like that threading my ass? If there had been any chance that Ali was the least bit respectful to my ass, by challenging him, I was irrevocably condemned.

"Let's see if I can, bitch, you'll see," he answered, and fell with all his weight on top of me. A flash of contempt, almost anger, lit up his eyes. It seemed that it had stung his pride.

And boy was he able to break my ass: with one hand he squeezed my neck, with the other a tit, and he began to move in and out of my ass as if his cock were made of steel. I would take it out all the way and put it back in to the bottom, knowing that this was how it hurt me the most.

"What, bitch?" Do you think that this way I can break it or not?

I had already regretted having challenged him: the pain was becoming more and more unbearable, every time I entered I thought I was going to faint, I felt like I was tearing me apart and tears came to my eyes.

-You are breaking it, yes ... Please, you hurt me ...

"See how you were going to beg me?" He said with a satisfied expression. You could tell that what made him the most was being the fucking master, not so much enjoying or cumming, but seeing me broken and pleading, but at the same time wanting to be his.

-Ali, give me cane ...

Then Ali complied with my wishes, stopped pulling the tip of his cock in and out and started pumping without leaving my sphincter. As before, exactly as he did inside my pussy, he drilled me at a speed worthy of the best porn actor. Again the pain gave way to pleasure, how I liked to be filled like that, that animal.

I began to caress my clitoris to increase that sensation of pleasure, which apparently my Moorish lover liked, who smiled and continued drilling with even greater force, if possible.

But as much as I liked that, my ass was really broken and with each push the tears stung a lot. I had to ask him to stop, it hurt too much, I could feel a few drops of blood sliding down my ass.

–Ali, I can't, I'm sorry… it hurts too much,

-AND…?

-Please, stop…

"Bitch, aren't you even good for this?"

And come pushing pa inside.

"Please ... please ..." I begged him, already crying shamelessly.

"Fuck it," and another rush from Ali.

–Métemela by the pussy, or if you want it ends in my mouth, but the ass I can not anymore ...

"I bet you can," was his last word, more of an animal growl, and when I wasn't expecting it, I saw in his face that he was nearing orgasm.

What a bastard, how he made him hurt me.

I ran a finger across my buttocks, where I had felt my blood slide, and showed it to him.

- Do you see that you have broken it? Do you see that you have really hurt me?

That turned him on over the top and, to my great relief, a few seconds later he dumped all his cum inside me.

That kind boy who had invited me to go eat something with him in a flowery park was actually a fucking animal, whose maximum pleasure lay in breaking the ass of his students.

As I found out later, from each batch of students, one was chosen and thrown away until it left; Then the news came, he would choose again and come on, another ass to break. Mind you, he was only with one girl at a time.

He was with me the whole time I stayed in the city, that is to say little more than a month. During that month not a single day passed without us fucking two, three, four times.

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What and how did we do it exactly? Well, that will be another story ...