My long initiation - part three

My long initiation - part three the following paragraph is inserted: To those who will read my confession for the first time, I give you the same warning as before: it is a real story, lived by a woman now mature, and therefore without fanciful situations, like men with penises of 30, 35 cm, etc. Not to mention that it is usually long, because it is excerpts from my book to be edited, and it tells my whole story, lived between four walls. I thank, once again, the 26 thousand readers who have followed me here, as well as the dozens of e-mails received, almost all of which have been answered. The Commission shall be assisted by the European Parliament. I woke up early the next morning. Roberta was still sleeping wrapped in the sheets. She looked exhausted. I thought about calling her, but I didn't have the courage. It would be better to let her rest more. I had only slept in my underwear and she was naked. I went to the bathroom, I took a quick shower and, still wrapped in the towel, I peeked out of the window of the room to the street. Below the people were walking calmly. I wore a casual outfit. Jeans, a light blouse, with a coat and sneakers. I went down to the lobby of the hotel to have my coffee. When I finished, I thought about going up to the room and calling Ro, so that we could see the city. Once again, I thought it was better not to do it. I went up there and even adored her, so as not to wake her. I took my camera and went to the hotel and we would go for a walk together later. In the tourist brochures that I could see about São João Del Rey, something that had attracted my special attention was the Church of São Francisco de Assis. I decided to meet her, alone. Later I would take Rô there, if she wanted to go. It seemed not to be far from the hotel and the doorman in the morning convinced me to go there, on foot. The miners have the habit of saying that everything is pertinent.....rs So I went. Only, walking, I took a long time to get there. However, there, I noticed that its location, in a large garden square and elevated terrain, contributed to enhance the majestic and artistic ensemble of the city, perhaps one of the most beautiful in Minas Gerais and Brazil. It was all surrounded by imperial palm trees and, when the sun batted on these trees, its shadow seemed to form a "mini-palm trees" inside the high garden. I said to myself, and when I looked to the left of the garden, there was also a large "mini-palm trees", and when I looked to the left of the tower, there was also a large "mini-tower". It was a bold construction, especially considering the time in which it was made (early nineteenth century) and the fact that it is still of hewn stone. As I learned, the temple, all built of masonry, was started in 1774. It is more than 55 meters long and 15 wide, for a height of 30 meters, in the two towers. So out of my curiosity as a tourist, I went to a large iron gate, flanked by a railing, also of iron, that closed the vestibule at the bottom of the front. I, thinking of entering the temple, was frustrated, but found it closed, with a thick iron chain and lock on that main gate. I did not give up. Since there were two smaller gates on the side, I went to one of them, which also had a smaller iron chain, and to my satisfaction, the lock of the same one was only tilted, that is, unlocked. I crossed the gate and, as the main door of the church was locked, I walked along the sides. I heard a knocking sound inside, but then a lady appeared, all in a hurry, who came shouting in my direction and warned me with the face of a few friends: You can't go in there, girl. The church is closed to visitors. You must leave now ! I managed to calm her down, and she explained to me that there was an architect from Belo Horizonte doing mapping for the restoration of the altar and some images, and that in no way did she want to be disturbed in her work. I don't mean to and I don't want to bother the architect who's working there. Then she asked me in that half-songed accent typical of inland miners: You're a tourist, aren't you? - Yes, I'm a tourist and my name is Tania. I'm going to see Dr. Walter, but please wait here. Don't follow me, she said emphatically. I smiled at her strange smile and thanked her for her kindness, and I waited for her, and then she came back and said, Hey, Dr. Walter said that if you're going to argue with a reporter, or argue with a guy like that, you can go outside, that he's not going to let you in. I replied: Please, ma'am, I'm not a reporter, no, I wish I were, I'm just wandering around, nothing more. - Here 's what you do . "What's the matter?" she asked suspiciously. Put my camera away, because I'm not taking any pictures. She then grabbed my camera and let me in. Be quick, please, or I'll be left out. Hey , whatever you do , you 're gonna do a lot of things . I thanked her again and went in. Ours, indeed, was a very beautiful temple. The altar was like pure gold. I was puzzled to see the building, and then I heard a loud voice coming from behind me. Because of the echo of the great place, the whole desert, I was frightened. Calm down, don't be frightened, said a smiling man, about thirty-five years old, with his hands dirty with paint. And then I thought, "Wow, what a nice man, I was imagining someone much older", and he came up with a nice smile on his lips and said, Mrs. Alzira gave you a lot of trouble to let her in here? He asked me, returning my camera. Just don't take any pictures in here, you understand? I thanked him for his kindness and agreed with him completely: You can rest assured, that neither you nor I will photograph, I said to him smiling, to which he answered me: And not even, especially with these suits I'm wearing and, on top of that, with my skin all dirty with paint. After the usual initial introductions, he was telling me his name (which I already knew) to which I told him to call me Tanya Regina, or just Tanya. We started talking and from my accent he had asked me if I was from Rio Grande do Sul. I answered him that, almost. I was from Santa Catarina. Then he said: As soon as I saw it, it looks like Santa Catarina is a barn of beautiful women. I thanked him for his compliment, and he smiled and said: Good girl, didn't you come here to talk to an ugly architect like me? I said, "You're a cat", but he said, "You're a cat". Come, I'll show you the whole church, if you want, of course. And we did a long tour of the place, always talking a lot and he explained everything to me. In this, I learned that he lived in Belo Horizonte and had an office and workshop specialized in restoring works of art. He had even worked in the Church of the Plaza de la Sé, in São Paulo, in the Cathedral of Olinda, in PE, and had also done work in Portugal, Spain and Mexico. When we were going up the stairs to the tower, he kindly showed me the stairs, ordering me to go to the front, to which I jokingly said: Good manners dictate that the ladies climb the stairs before the gentlemen, because if they fall, we're here to support them. I thought it was interesting. I smiled and went up. He followed me. By that time, I had already imagined him watching my butt. All men did that, with him it wouldn't be any different, I imagined. It was the tower of one of the bells. We got there, we tried to duck between the gap of the bell and the tower to spy on the city. But the bell was bothering me to put my head and look straight. Then he pulled it gently to the inside, started to hold it, and told me to get to the edge of the gap to see the panorama. It was really beautiful. Come and see, doctor, I called you. If you call me "doctor" again, I'll leave you alone to keep Lady Alzira company. Soon he came to my side, and as the opening of the bell was too small for the two of us, it was inevitable that our legs would touch. "I'm sorry", he said. "My clothes are full of paint, I don't want to dirty you". I confess that my frustration was great at the time. lf he comes, I wouldn't mind at all losing my jeans stained with baroque paint. Then we went down the stairs. This time, as the etiquette dictates, the man goes down in front and I am behind him, he said to me with a smile. I looked at him. He was really handsome. He had a very athletic figure. We left the church and he offered to take me to the hotel by car. I thanked the kindness and declined the invitation, but because of his insistence, I finally accepted. He asked me to wait a few moments because he was going to get the car keys and some clean clothes. Then he came all smiling: I haven't showered, but at least I don't look like a beggar. My, he was more handsome than ever, what a lovely smile. Look, I've done a lot of work this week, so if you'll accept my invitation, we can go for a walk and have lunch together. At that moment I thought of Ro, back at our hotel. She might be worried about me. It's a pity that the mobile phone would still be late. Then I could easily warn her. But suddenly, I asked her: Isn't it near where I'm staying? - It must not be no. Actually I'm in a hostel, in a quiet place, in the countryside. I need silence to be able to concentrate on work. I'm not asking for luxury, but I demand silence. If you don't mind simplicity, you can go there to meet. Of course I don't care, you know. And we went. Really the neighborhood was a very simple place, with an inn idem, but very quiet, as he had said. I learned from him that the place was called "Holy Water". I went in with him, man's room, a bit messy, he apologized to me for that. I didn't even care. Up to there I had rolled a nice chemistry, and since I was far from home, I decided to let it happen. I still had a little fear that at the hour H I would stop, remember everything. I was thinking about it all and sort of dreaming, with open eyes, looking vaguely at the time, when I woke up to hear his loud voice: - Are you waiting for me, Tanya? "Han, what?" I replied, frightened. Taking my bath is quick, he told me. Oh, yes, it's all right, you can have it. Then he took a towel and went into the bathroom. To me, his bath seemed like an eternity. I think I even counted on my imagination, how many water droplets fell from the shower on his body. I imagined the water descending slowly down his neck, his chest and even further down. I didn't want to think much about what it would be like further down. Finally he came to the door, wrapped in a towel... he came to my side. We both stood up, I felt him take my hand and said: All right, now I'm clean for you. When he pulled me towards him, I had already let go of the towel. I embraced his naked body, and of course, I was still fully dressed. However, I had time to think about something. When I noticed me, our mouths were glued. He squeezed me towards him. I let go. His hand seemed to fly in the zipper of my jeans, undoing it. The pants were tight, so I helped him down to my feet. We embraced from the front and felt his hard member touch between my thighs, brushing my panties underneath. I opened my legs a little and he fit between them. A new passionate kiss was inevitable. Then he took me in his lap and carried me to the double bed, dragging my pants all over the floor, because at that time they were still stuck by my feet, because I had not taken off my sneakers. Already in bed, I quickly got rid of my shoes and he pulled my blouse, neck up, leaving me with socks, panties and bra. He kissed me frantically, mouth, face, neck and soon found his hand came from behind to release my bra, getting rid of him. He always wore a smaller bra, so as to give the false impression of my nakedness. He knew how to close my legs. He had already closed my navel, and then he let me sleep on the floor, because at that time they were still stuck by my feet, because I had not taken off my sneakers. Already in the bed, I quickly got rid of my shoes and he pulled my blouse up, leaving me with my socks, pantyhose and bra. He was already crying, until his tongue was completely swollen, and I wanted to lick him again. He came out of my stomach, and I wanted to lick him, until his own tongue was completely swollen. I'm a newly divorced virgin. I closed my eyes, trying not to remember my initial trauma, afraid I couldn't, and still with my eyes closed, I heard him whisper in my ear, Open your legs a little more, my sweet... open... I obeyed. I decided to spy and saw him on his knees, holding his hard member close to me. When I felt the touch of the male's head at the entrance of my vulva, it was already all wet..He leaned back a little. When I felt it, I gave a groan of fear and pleasure and also whispered in his ear: Come slowly, love, this is my second time like this. Calm down, please. He pushed gently and my bouquet was opening to his stick that was slipping gently into me, opening me slowly. You're too tight, my love, another whisper in my ear. - No, not for not dear <unk> I withdrew. I felt him pushing harder. I was going crazy. His mouth closed mine with a kiss, drowning out my groans. He pushed harder, I bent my legs and he buried the whole thick stick in me.....I had a hard-on and started to make gentle movements with my hip. I didn't want him to stop. Meanwhile, he punched hard, now leaving me with the whole bottle open. I was going crazy....What a delight that was all! I said it out loud. You hot whore, whine on my dick, whore whine, tell me. Our thing was making me sick.....I was crying high on that hot stick.......aiiiiiiii........aiiiiiiiiiii uiiiiiii uiiiiiii ......I started to have chills all over my body and when I felt the splash of his hot cock, I could not resist and I enjoyed with him. I felt his cock boiling in my bottom, flooding me completely. We were still engaged for a few minutes, with him hugging me. Then, before he took his dick out of my already moist bucket, he took the towel with which he wiped from the bath and put it under my butt, so that the sperm that came out of my little hole would not wet the sheet. With one end of the towel, he still wiped his dick. I put my hand on my sex, and my cup was still soaked with his milk. So we rested, cuddling, like a sweet couple on their beautiful honeymoon. After a while, the milk was still flowing from my vulva to my thighs. I stood up and felt some difficulty in walking. A small pain in the vaginal region refused to go back. Even so, I went to the bathroom to wash myself. Then he came after me. He opened the shower and invited me to come in with him. I told him no, because I didn't want to wet my hair. I had already done my hygiene, using the same bidet. He understood me. In fact, it was when I was doing my hygiene in the bidet that I noticed the vaginal region was a little sore. I didn't comment on it with him, of course. Later, in my hotel, I would take some pills for muscle pain and, of course, a good bath. There I could wash my head and use the dryer calmly. Trying to relax myself, I said with a smile: But I can wash your toy if you want. At the same time he accepted, of course. It was super hard again. It was not a giant penis (those that have in all the stories here on the net.....rsss), but it was also not inferior to those that I already knew. Maybe only thicker than the previous ones. Then I soaped him a lot, soaped his skin with soap. I let it all foam. It was beautiful!...rrss! He loved it. Then he asked me to go to the closet to get two towels to dry ourselves. I went, came out of the bathroom all wet, wet the floor of the room. I handed him one of the towels and went to wait for him in bed. Then he came to me. We were both lying down, he began to caress the kisses of my breasts, with the head of the stick. I thought it was super cute. Then he put it in the middle of them and I squeezed it, holding my breasts with my hands. But he immediately took it off. It was so good. I complained. There's something tastier than love, he said. I asked him. Here, put your mouth in it, sweetheart. - Oh, no, please, I answered him. I didn't want to, I was sick of it, I just didn't tell him that, obviously, but he insisted. Just a little love, that's all. I refused and kept my mouth shut. He said to me: Just put your lips gently on his head and take it off. Please, Walter, not like that, love, don't spoil this beautiful moment of ours. I don't want to be stubborn, but I want to lick your pussy some more. Of course you can, I agreed to that at the time. Then he laid on his back on the bed with his penis up against the ceiling, and he said to me: Come here, sweetheart, curl up on my back, and put the bucket on my face. He added: Come on, baby, feel it in my mouth. I'll see you later. I obeyed him at once, but for fear that the touch of his tongue might bring me some discomfort, on account of the little burning I had already felt in the vulva, but fortunately none of that happened. Perhaps because the pain was really internal. And, on the contrary: The licking on it, seemed to really anesthetize me at that time. What a delight it was to feel him sucking me like that. I was all open to him. His tongue seemed to go all the way into my mouthpiece. That, not to mention that, right there in front of me, I could see the spectacle of his thick erection. It was inevitable that I would not put my hand in that thick cock. Ours! He looked hot. I bent down a little to look at him closely. Appreciating a little bit of it. But I could not resist, and he always rubbed it on my good side of my face, scratching it there ... while I prayed, holding my tongue down with the other limb. I would do this until at a certain point I stopped doing it, leaving it static, leaning, now, on my chin. So in that position, I picked it up again, and I started playing nice with it, bringing its little head up to the middle of my eyebrows, and then, up to above my eyes, right on my forehead. I went further and pulled my tongue out, touching its tip at the base of the limb, scraping it lightly, up to its pouch. At that moment, I felt that down below, he opened my mouth with one of his hands and his mouth seemed to enter it. At that, I took my tongue out of his "bag" and passed it higher, at the base of his stick, licking it.... I noticed that he was shaking. He didn't say anything. I was afraid to go any further. I didn't want to do that. I'm going to stop, I thought. But I touched the body of his penis with my lips. Just squeezing it. I kissed it gently. I went up a little bit more, only with the tip of the tongue outside, with my lips half closed. I was afraid. Now it was really time to stop, because it was already very close to the little head ....I got almost there and when I felt the touch of the tip of the tongue, right around the little head, I pulled it back and closed my mouth again. I thought again to stop or go back to licking it to the base, where I had started. However, I didn't do it. Still, with my mouth closed, I touched the top part of the stick ...I heard him moaning. I noticed that the touch of my lips, near the central hole, caused a warm little needle to come out, which began to drain penis down... I wiped it with one hand. I squeezed the stick with the other and more water came out. I wiped it again until that liquid no longer came out. Now, with my mouth closed, I rubbed the dry head on my lips as if it were a lipstick. It did not help much. Then I was wet again. I opened my mouth a little, but I collected my tongue at that time, because it had already wet. But down there, I could feel him twisting his face around my vulva, driving me crazy with his tongue touching my clitoris, and then I opened my lips, which had been closed until then, and for the first time, my tongue reached the very wet "hole". I gathered my courage, closed my eyes, and carefully tucked my little head in. Now I felt it warm, all inside my mouth. First, I squeezed it with my lips, and then I began to lick it. Unintentionally, due to my inexperience, my teeth brushed against it. He seemed frightened by it. I went more calmly. I held my hand at the base of the mast and made it slide into my mouth as far as I could bear it. It reached the bottom, and I had a certain anxiety. I stopped sucking, pulled myself together, and licked him all over again. The desire grew stronger, and soon I was trying to swallow that tasty stick, forcing it to touch the bottom of my throat. His dick looked even wetter. I felt him gasping. I spit on his head, making it easier for him to slide into my mouth. I noticed my male twisting all over. His tongue underneath was making me crazy. I swallowed it again, as much as I could, until it exploded in a hot joke. It filled me up. I was almost suffocated. I swallowed a little unwittingly and spit out the rest.....I lay trembling, mocking, and then with his bucket in my mouth. How delightful it all was. We were dumb and exhausted. Then he reversed his position, turning to me. I passed my fucking wet lips over his chest, then I took the towel and wiped my mouth. I went to the bathroom and he warned me that on the bottom shelf of the cupboard, on the sink, there were some unused toothbrushes. I took one. I had finally found my right man. I was so happy with everything that was going on. Walter was a love of people. We rested for a while, until I felt hungry. I got a fright when I looked at my watch and it was already 2:12 p.m. In bed, Walter seemed to be dozing. I shook him and asked him to get dressed to take me back to the city. Ro should be super worried about me. He got up, complaining that we had to leave so quickly. But he had no other way, so we went. I'm glad he left me at the door of the hotel, because I still felt some difficulty in walking. We arranged a dinner later that evening. Since lunch at that time would be difficult, I told him not to worry about me, because I would eat something in some snack bar across the square. We kissed and he left. I walked into the hotel and gave some money to the doorman, so that he could go to the pharmacy nearby, buy me some pills for muscle pain. He wanted to know the name of the medicine, but I told him that it would be enough to tell the pharmacist that it would be for muscle pain, that he would give the right medicine. Soon he came back with a muscle relaxant. He offered me a glass of water, I took a pill right there, put the box away, and went up the elevator. When I got to the room, there was Roberta, all upset and rightly so. - Our Tanya, are you crazy? Where have you gone girl? Do you know what time it is? Have you had lunch? She asked me. I haven't had lunch, but I'm starving. Then she asked me again, a thousand questions: - Where were you? What have you done? Then I told her everything, and then I realized I'd made a big mistake, and she started screaming at me, all possessed. "You tramp, how dare you give like this to the first man you meet?" You make me come all the way out here to this godforsaken hole and do one of those with me, you sleazy piranha! He told me a thousand other unpublished things. I was devastated and started to cry. In it we heard knocks on the door of the room. It must have been someone bothered by Ro's screams. We didn't respond, and the person stopped knocking. Then for a while, fortunately, Ro seemed to calm down a little, but she also started to cry. At that moment I felt a certain pity for her. I shouldn't have gone so far, accepting her expensive gifts and flattery, giving her false hopes. But I wasn't to blame either. I never pushed the bar. On the contrary. Then she asked me: - Why did you do that, Tanya? - Didn't you have everything with me? So I answered him frankly: Look, Ro, I'm an adult like you, and Walter and I don't have any commitments, it was just a platonic crush, and I don't even know how he feels about me, you know? He doesn't feel anything for you, you fool. He just took advantage of you, that's all. So I said to him: Even if it was like this, that he didn't feel anything for me, he ended up being part of my initiation, didn't he? Initiation of what girl? Are you crazy? Are you forgetting everything you've done wrong until today? And he lashed out: How long does your initiation take? I went to the bathroom, fixed my makeup, changed my lipstick and went down to the street, looking for something to eat. I was getting tired of all that sticking of Rô on my foot. She wanted to watch me in everything I did, all the time. A bag! Walking along the sidewalk, fortunately, I noticed that I was getting better. The medicine had been good. I decided to go to a nice snack bar. However, I saw Walter's car parked on the street. He should be nearby. Then he found me and came and said: I was worried about you, Tanya, your friend must have gotten mad at you for being late. You didn't answer the intercom, so I went up to her room to tell her that I'd be here, waiting for her, for something to eat. But since the weather was hot between you two, I gave up calling her. So I've been hanging around, hoping you'd leave soon, but luckily I got it right. So I said to him: Oh, Walter, it's good to see you again, darling. Let's go to your inn, shall we, love? Then he spoke to me, seeming not to believe: Are you serious, honey? Yes, I want it now, I told him, I'd lost my appetite. Then we'll have a good snack first, and then you'll go up the street with me, to the Spanish restaurant, to choose our dinner now, that in the evening, he sends a taxi to take us there in the Holy Water. Sure, but before we go, I have to stop by the hotel, get some clothes and tell my friend, okay? "Of course", he told me. "Tell her yes, otherwise I think she'll die with your absence", he said, smiling. We had our snacks, we had some juices and since the hotel was nearby, we walked down the sidewalk. On the way there was a pharmacy and Walter walked in, telling me he was going to buy some things. I walked alone to the hotel to get a sweater, some clothes, slippers and another pair of shoes. When I arrived at the hotel, I was already heading straight for the elevator, when the doorman told me that Roberta had gone for a walk and so he gave me the key to the room. I thought it best not to meet her again and have to explain to her that I was going to spend the night with someone. This time I was careful to leave a note detailing my departure, that I would sleep outside and would not have a specific time to return the next day, and that she would not have to worry, that everything was fine. Logically, I did not say that I would be with Walter (and I did not have to talk, because she was not stupid) and much less gave the address where we would be. I packed my things as fast as I could and hurried out of there before Roe got back. Walter was waiting for me by the car, smiling as usual. We walked right to the Spaniard's Restaurant, which was a block up the street. We picked the menu and Walter even asked that they send us an isopor with ice, a few bottles of red wine and two champagnes. After the order was placed, we went down to the car. I hadn't even entered and sat down on the bench, I already felt my bucket all wet. I went to his side, he gave me his hand and then we were together hand in hand. Then he released my hand, putting his in the middle of my thighs. I opened my legs a little and I felt his gentle caress there. We arrived at the inn and he helped me with my bags, taking them out of the car. Because of the doubts, I decided to take in advance one more pill for muscle pain. I took a glass of water and he didn't even realize that I was taking it with the medicine. As soon as we entered the room, we started to take off our clothes. Honey, if you still want to take that bath together, we can. More than quickly he came and we went under the shower. There we embraced each other, he passed the soap on my breasts. I kissed his hand and he kissed my neck. I turned a little, getting back to him, who in turn began to nibble on my neck, until he grabbed me from behind, putting his hard member on my butt. Then he passed his arms under my armpits, holding me by my shoulders, while he rubbed back and nibbled on my neck again. Then he said to me: I smiled and said to her: It's all right. I already knew what he wanted. Then I put my hand behind him and held his very tasty stick. He turned my body, leaving me in front of him. I held his limb back. Then he began to force my shoulders down, pulling them with his hands. I knelt down and, without hesitation, I had already kissed him. It was nice to feel him in my mouth again. He stroked my hair over the shower water while I sucked him. I held him just a little more and stopped. Otherwise he would enjoy again. We got out of the shower, wrapped in towels. We wiped ourselves, and we went to bed. Lying there kissing his nipples and then he was again pushing my head down. I went down to his pussy, I sucked his little head and I went down to his balls. I noticed him opening his legs. So I knelt next to his body and I started licking under his balls and I was slowly lowering his tongue. I felt him quietly, sighing hard. I glimpsed his closed little ass, small, I was lowering more slowly down to his mouth, down to his bag, giving him kisses, followed by kisses, down to him, until finally I touched the tip of my tongue on his closed arse. He fainted. While kneeling I sucked it, he stroked my ass with his hand.