I indulged in profane pleasure and tasted the cowboy's dick.

I appreciate the people who vote and comment on the stories. I have a long-time friend who we get along very well with, we share some of our secrets, maybe most of them. Our friendship began in our early teens and continues to this day. In various circumstances we always go out in each other's company, in the most different circumstances. Recently, this friend found a boyfriend and obviously had to devote more time to the passion than my company. Of course, for everything there is a certain time. So I had that moment just for us to go out and update the chat. One evening, we were having a snack in the food court of a shopping mall that we always frequent, she invited me to go to a birthday celebration on a farm where her boyfriend's parents lived. After some insistence from my friend, I accepted the invitation, undoing some plans I had for that same day. The proposal was to go on a Saturday morning and return on Sunday afternoon. We would have to go early because she wanted to take the opportunity to spend more time with her boyfriend. On the Saturday we had arranged, we left home at about 10 o'clock in the morning, just the two of us in her car. The trip would take about 30 minutes on an unpaved road. Her boyfriend had left days earlier and was waiting for us at that farm. We entertained ourselves during the journey that the time of the route passed unnoticed. Arriving there, we were welcomed by the parents and some relatives of this boyfriend of my friend. But that soon, we were accommodated in one of the rooms of the house and immediately invited to drink something, eat, start the courtship itself. In the side area of the house, there was a very spacious area where the barbecue worked and a small bar, everything well organized and equipped with the essentials to give comfort. It was a nice, well-structured, cozy place. And we stayed there and other people were coming next. The guests were mostly relatives of the owner of the house, the birthday person of the day. Also attending the event were some friends of the family, I believe they would be people who lived in the neighborhood. One of the guests present was a very well-known sanfoneiro in the region, a very popular figure especially among the cowboys. He did not like to be treated as a celebrity, but as a singer who carried poetry through music. He was a simple guy, he was there as a companion of the birthday boy and not as an artist. A nice guy, communicative, showed a lot of joy, dressed well and looked like a lover of cachaça, was always taking a dose. He did not stand at a single table, he moved around, talked to everyone, then moved on to another and so it continued as a ritual. Until he came in the same one we were in and we were finally introduced. As soon as he knew that she was single and was unaccompanied, he did not hesitate to give that song disguised as a joke. Since he was married, he could not do it directly in front of other people. And because it was his natural way, he took everyone in the sports car. And there we were sharing the good moments of life, in the bustle of the music they played, exclusively hot of the old ones. In a festive atmosphere, people took advantage of the available space and the opportunity of the occasion to dance, not being limited to just chatting. You could only see the pairs forming to drag the foot in the heat. As soon as my friend went to dance with her boyfriend, I was immediately invited by Antenor to accompany him in the dance. It would be embarrassing to refuse, even more with the hand extended to me. I accepted the invitation and was led by him to a less crowded area, a few meters from the table where we were. I chose a look that gave me freedom of movement, so I opted for a trail suit, you can judge me, but I preferred comfort. I wouldn't be labeled as a Barbie in the woods or a mulamba. I wore a cargo bermuda, a leather top, a fabric shirt, trail shoes. I was stylish, modest apart. Well distracted dancing with Antenor driving, I'm surprised by your simple compliments, without needing to trivialize the art of seduction. Logically embedded in these compliments, came also the songs. I was flattered and thanked, taking the opportunity to return the kindness. Believing in his potential, he invested firmly in the enchantment making his desire for me apparent the crown possessed a fascinating lip, nothing that could be judged as vulgar, was different his way of conquering and that peculiar way of being, massaged my ego leaving me dazzled. Making a calculation from my height, Antenor should be 1.75 meters tall, a little more than me. He was a thin fake guy, his arms hairy and by the opening of the open buttons of his shirt, I could see his chest that was also hairy. A well-groomed beard, he looked like his hair had been recently cut, he was smelling good perfume. He was wearing jeans and he was wearing boots. The sun was setting and Antenor took advantage of the beauty of the twilight to talk about romantic things with erotic tendencies. They are quick conversations, directed to a specific focus, yet they satisfy the momentary curiosity to know more about the person we are interested in meeting. The illustrious peasant lived to be 55 years old, for he was a vigorous, energetic, vibrant man. This set of characteristics aroused the remote desire to know him sexually. Of course, it was inevitable not to think about it, given the circumstances of that present moment. The volume of the music that animated us was reasonable, did not disturb and allowed people to talk without having to speak loudly. In this setting, of bodies joined together, always talking to each other, Antenor saw an opportunity to recite a poem that he loved very much. It just didn't get any better because he fell into the cliché of chanting every cowboy's motto, which is to like hot, cowgirl and woman. I took that motto apart and we talked about each of them separately. The emphasis we had on the subject of women revolved around sex, pleasure, courtship. He made it clear that he would like to date a woman with characteristics similar to mine. We interrupted our dancing and returned to the table. There was a different atmosphere between us. I noticed his gaze several times analyzing me and when he realized that I was in tune, he returned with a smile typical of someone who is flirting. Obviously these events went unnoticed by everyone, who were already excited by the stimulating effects of beer. Almost an hour after our first fight, Antenor again invites me to dance and I accept without hesitation. He already felt intimate with me, uninhibited, with freedom to speak, his conquering side worked intensely, not sparing praise, jokes, as well as very spicy songs. As if it were not enough to speak, my body was subtly touched, caressed, gave light touches, always pulling me to his body, wanted to make me feel his role, signaling his real intention. Benefiting from the darkness of the night, away from the more intense illumination of the lamps, I shed my puritanism and responded by rubbing my body against his, in this way, the friction was reciprocal. It was not long before I felt his cock hardening in my groin. In the face of my collaboration, Antenor's advances became more detailed to the point that he suggested that we go to a reserved place. I made a sweet arguing that it would not be prudent that could cause some disturbance. He replied justifying that I was also finished, that he would do nothing but kiss me. I did not respond and he recognized my silence as a license to proceed. He pointed to a hut and asked me to follow him, after a necessary distance so that we would not be seen together. It worked! We pulled away from the crowd, and soon we were clinging to each other in a delicious kiss. The location allowed us to see whoever might approach, because of our location, for at both ends there was a fence, probably pens. We were positioned in front of a shed, a kind of storehouse for the trivial things of the farm. I was wedged between the legs of Antenor, who in turn was leaning against a large wooden door, locked with chain and lock. Before long, my breasts were being sucked by the greedy mouth of that voracious man. However, his dick was also out of his pants and I was already massaging feeling all the rigidity of his robust member. Amidst all the kissing and sucking, Antenor asked me to give him a mouthful. Lacking freshness, I crouched down and sucked his roll gently and a certain amount of gum. He wanted to return the suck and put me leaning on the door, lowered my bermuda and panties up to the ankles. This made me a little uncomfortable, cleansed my leg movements, but still gave me a delicious suck. After showing a little bit of his oral sex skills, he stood up and kissed me again, and I noticed that he was a little more relaxed, trying to stick his dick in the crack while sucking my tongue, and I felt like I was handcuffed in my underwear and my ankles were tight, and yet I made it easy for the roll to reach my vaginal cavity and slide deliciously inside of me, and we sat there in that exhilarating crowd kissing and lightly cuddling, and the adrenaline was off the charts, but due to the circumstances, we had to be brief and go back to the table. Antenor said he wouldn't sleep until he ate me. He revealed to me a plan he had in mind, which was that I would convince my friend to sleep as his boyfriend in his room, leaving me alone in mine, because he would meet me when everyone was asleep. I showed some discredit in that plan, but he maintained that it would work, that he would be in the next room watching for any movement. I decided to open the game with my friend, who was surprised by my audacity, but that it would give me a strength. It would be a juggling act to sneak into the boyfriend's room, because his parents would not allow the two of them in the same room. However, after a beer, the boy's parents would be more interested in sleeping than in controlling the intimacy of his son. It became clear that I would have the room to myself. The owners of the house went to bed earlier than expected, leaving it to their son to take care of their guests, precisely four people: me and my friend, Antenor and his cousin. I had arranged with my wife that we would stay in different rooms until five in the morning so as not to reveal our naiveté, so as soon as she left for her boyfriend's room, I went to the kitchen to drink some water, that would be the sign that Antenor was waiting to join me, I came back leaving the door ajar and the lights off, it was an unusual situation, it was impossible not to be restless, tense, nervous. Antenor then came in, came in, turned on the light, locked the bedroom door, jumped on the bed, and we started dating. By the time he entered the room, his cock was partly erect, his breath tasted like toothpaste, his body was lightly scented. I noticed that, just like me, he had prepared for our night of sex. He took off my pajamas gently, like an erotic ritual. And being completely naked, he had access to every piece of me. His tongue ran from my ear to my toe, but the core of the sucking was in the bottle. I left the fan at full speed, in an attempt to make a little noise and suppress my groans, it was inevitable not to groan while my cunt was sucked by a thirsty mouth, a first-rate sucker, provided me with a blowjob unmatched, making me laugh more than once. Antenor suggested putting the mattress on the floor, anticipating that the aging wooden bed might make noise or suffer some breakdown. Soon after descending the mattress, Antenor sits on it with his back to the wall, extends his hand asking me to give him a blowjob. I lie on my stomach between his legs and have his cock at my disposal. As I try to give him that unforgettable blowjob, he's paralyzed watching me. I knew that looking into the eyes is the icing on the cake of a well-made kiss. At that moment I was able to extract several compliments, it was gratifying when he said that no other bitch had sucked him so tasty. After that, he determines that I stop sucking, that it's time to eat me. I was lying on the mattress with my stomach down and he came over me kissing my thighs, ass, back and instinctively I was opening my legs to go accommodating between them. By the time he reached my neck and neck, his cock had already entered, I felt his pubis touching the entrance of my bouquet, literally entered the eggs. Between bites and kisses in the crotch, in the ear, Antenor will fuck me softly. He used his elbows as support, so as not to place his weight entirely on me. We changed our position and got into the canteen and once again I received a delicious penetration. I rubbed my grill while it pumped deliciously inside me. My mouthpiece was well lubricated, which facilitated the total sliding of the potent roll of the experienced eater. Once again we changed our position, he put me on the wheel. It's a position that gives me total control of the situation, I felt like an amazon riding his caravan. My legs accustomed to the daily exercises I do in the gym, gave me enough resistance to ride that pike without tiring, snatching sighs from my partner. Without letting go of my bucket, we turned on the mattress and began to fuck in the roast chicken position. His punches were strong and accurate, he was about to squeeze my bucket, leaving in me a passion of pica. Fascinated by that talented penetration, I began to finger my grill and enjoyed again. He waits for my last spasms of enjoyment and then orders me to stand on all fours. Even exhausted, I position myself in the desired position, rest my face on the pillow and my butt is completely open at his disposal. He feels the taste of my enjoyment sucking me from behind. Then he starts to slowly enter and the cadence of his penetration makes me roll giving the vision of my butt blinking. Antenor increased the speed of the punches in my bouquet, while making me taste the slaps on my butt and the rotation of fingers tucked into my butt. When he began to call me a whore and a dog, I knew that the mockery was imminent. I let the whore that lived inside me emerge and asked him to fuck me willingly. In the midst of this lambance, I feel the grip of his hands on my waist piercing the dick while flooding my uterus with sperm. Antenor tried to drown out his screams, his moans, but enjoyed it tasty. After making fun of me, Antenor pushes me forward without removing the stick inside, causing us to lie down. He grabs me from behind, makes some caresses and some confidences of love. Both he and I fall asleep after so much agitation. I was woken up in the morning by Antenor wanting more pussy, ate me like I was on a honeymoon, took a lot of dick, served that manly man in every position he knew, if it has to be a whore, let it be one of the best. We fell asleep and were awakened by my cell phone alarm, it was already five in the morning. We put the mattress in place, we kissed goodbye and he went to his room. About twenty minutes later, my friend comes and comments on the smell of sex that prevailed in the room. She congratulates me and says that she was also exhausted from so much fucking. We thought it would be convenient to sleep a little so that at breakfast we would not look so finished. Even for a short time, we slept the sleep of the righteous, happy to satisfy the voracious appetite of our males.