The Story of Joanna
The Story of Joanna - 1
In my state there is an erotic website that has given me a lot of joy and excitement. The site www.capixabaerotica.com.br changed my life and gave me the courage to open up. I will tell you what I have already started telling on this site, for my countrymen. My name is Joana, I am 21 years old and live with my parents, one brother <unk> Lucas <unk> and sister <unk> Vera <unk> in Vila Velha. We grew up like everyone else, playing, having fun and learning from each other, especially about sexuality. What I'm going to narrate here are passages from my life, our lives and that sometimes involve other people in our relationship.
I don't remember how old, but the first time I saw a hard dick was my father when I walked into his room without knocking and found my mother sucking on my dad's big, thick cock.
And from that day on, it was natural for me to be curious about these sexual issues and I started watching my brother more, looking between his legs, things like this. One day I couldn't help but look through the keyhole as he took a shower and what I saw astounded me: Lucas was moving the hard stick with his hand back and forth in a movement that I didn't understand but knew must have been something wrong, prohibiting him or myself from seeing.
But the curiosity was so great that I stood there, my eye on the lock watching him play with his stiff stick eyes closed legs trembling until he let out a groan and saw jets of white fluid leaping from the head of his dick as he stopped making movements. I don't know why but behind the door all of me shivered; my legs were shaking like green rods, my heart racing wildly, my mouth was dry and I felt this different sensation in my body.
From that day on, I took every opportunity to watch Lucas bathe and play with his stick. It became an addiction for me so much that it agonized when there was someone nearby and I couldn't observe him.
One day I overheard my brother whispering my name while playing with his dick, which made me very curious.
One morning I sneaked into his room and saw that he was sleeping naked. I slowly approached and could see through the crack in his pajama pants, his soft little dick. It didn't even look like what I had seen almost every day. From close up it looked different, I don't know how to explain. Full of fear but with an impulse I couldn't contain, I put my hand near his stick and gently touched it as it moved.
Soon I felt his dick hardening and growing in my hand, and for the first time I could feel how different it was to touch a stick - especially hard. Suddenly Lucas turned over on the bed and my heart leaped with fright leaving me paralyzed!
...I soon felt his cock hardening and growing in my hand, and for the first time I could feel how different it was to touch a stick, especially hard. Suddenly Lucas turned over on the bed and my heart shot up with fright leaving me paralyzed!
I dropped his stick and stood quietly, my mouth dry with fear, legs limp and body trembling. Fortunately he hadn't woken up but just rolled over in bed to my relief. Turning belly-upwards, his dick came out even more from the shorts almost all of it was outside still hard, bulky head. The desire to catch him again was great but the fear was greater than my courage.
I stood there, statically admiring that beautiful dick my brother had while a thousand thoughts went through my head. If he woke up and caught me in the act, what would I say? What foolishness I'd done. And if he told our parents? Surely I would get beaten so badly never to forget it.
Suddenly Luke's stick began to chick, as if it were alive. I saw when he took his hand on the stick and while still sleeping started doing the same thing that he did in the bathroom. I noticed that his cock became even harder, its head looked huge, shiny.
In a low voice, he would whisper my name and many things that I never expected to hear coming out of his mouth. Some words were perfectly understandable - "cute", "passionate" or "delightful little sister".
It became clear that he was dreaming, and even more so with me. I came to the conclusion that my brother is crazy about me, who did those things thinking of me. At the same time as being revolted, felt a strange warmth between his legs.
Driven by this situation, I couldn't resist and put my hand inside of the pajamas and touched my little bucket. Then I saw that it was very wet with a different liquid, half-sweet, which made my finger slide deliciously in it.
On that day, I learned in practice what masturbation was like. While my brother masturbated dreaming about me,
Soon a wave of warmth came, a different sensation taking over my body and for the first time I experienced what it is to laugh. A pleasant laughter, a feeling that until then I had never felt, which made me let out an uncontained groan muffled by the other hand at this moment my brother moved in bed again turning on his side and leading me into despair.
I came to think that my brother had awakened at once with my groan and would catch me looking at his dick. Still full of a hard-on, but momentarily satisfied, I resolved to stop risking it and leave the room before this problem arose. When I got into my bedroom, I locked the door and took off my panties in order to better enjoy my little pussy. I lay down on the bed and began rubbing her again as my fingers slipped easily through the crevice lubricated by my juices. Curious, I put one finger in my mouth to taste what she tasted like. I must confess that I liked my taste, and to this day I make a point of tasting it from time to time.
One night I woke up at dawn, feeling thirsty and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I approached there, I began to hear moans and low murmurs and soon identified that they were my parents having sex. I quietly came closer by the side of the door and in the twilight from where I was, I could watch closely the first fuck of my life. Despite the poor light, you could see their mischief very well. There was again my mother sucking on my father's cock who groaned and whispered all the time some expressions which I incorporated into my vocabulary <unk> chupa putita (little bitch), tasty chupa whose mouth is delicious ?? . He was standing, leaning against the sink and she on her knees, sticking his stick in as far as he could mouth it inside, then pulling it all out and licking from top to bottom, encircling its red head with a tongue, an expression I had never seen on my mother's face.
"Hum, what a tasty dick", she said between one sucking and another. "'Suck more,' my father would say as he leaned against the sink with his hands gripping her hair to help him swallow it".
My legs were shaking so much, I was afraid to fall because they trembled. But I couldn't get out of there from the excitement that came with watching those two fuck each other. I heard my father say "Stop it now or else I will make fun of you". You want me in your mouth? Do you?" My mother stopped sucking his dick and said:
My father then took my mother by the waist, and placed her seated on the edge of the sink with legs wide open. He sucked a lot from her breasts, you could hear his noise sucking kisses while she only moaned and always repeating "sweet soup, breast in your boobs, I'm filled with pleasure, taste". After much suckling on her tits, he lowered his head, opened up her legs even more and stuck his face into the middle of its exposed legs. <unk> what delicious tongue, it licks, licks. It shoves inside its buzzer, shovels its freak! To be licked and suckled in the bottle must have been very good, because it didn't take long for my mother to make fun of me by covering her mouth with her hand so that she wouldn't whine loudly.
As soon as she calmed down, my dad helped her downstairs and put her face-first into the sink a little bent over and patted her huge ass.
My mom grabbed my dad's cane, fixed it to the entrance of his bucket and started rolling around while forcing her butt upwards, making him disappear all inside her as he played with her nipples by kneading them, pulling them.
Then my dad started a back and forth motion, sticking his big dick into my mom who was moaning non-stop "oh that's so cute" he would push her hard enough to lift Mom off the floor on tiptoe.
I felt that warmth in the middle of my legs again and didn't think twice, so I reached underneath my sweater, pulled my panties to one side and smoothed out my little pussy, my soft piece of flesh which later became my grill.
Mommy continued with her whining <unk>whore that gave birth, what a tasty dick you have love, put in more, he puts it all, tears me up with this pause. Dad also said things to her "you're a very sweet little bitch, like my cock inside of you? Do you want me to stuff everything into this tesuda bucket?"
It was driving me crazy, my hand completely wet with the juices. I'd stick my fingers in my mouth to lick them and then soak it back into the bottle, rubbing my cricket... a wave of pleasure swept over me.
In the kitchen, Mommy was practically on all fours carrying Daddy's dick in her bottle. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she muttered a bunch of nasty "fucking love",
Suddenly I felt the presence of someone right behind me, a warm breath on my neck. Frightened, I turned quickly and encountered my brother and could realize that he was with his stick in hand eye both fucking. Must have been red from shame and also must be scared by my reaction. Afraid to make any noise put the other hand into my mouth and whispered for me to stay still, silent.
I turned my attention to Mom and Dad, who had pulled the stick out of her body and placed it on a toilet seat with their legs crossed. He then stuck his stick back in again, this time facing upwards at mom's breast while she held onto him.
I felt my brother's hand touch mine, picking it up and taking me to his hard cassette tape. He made me grab him and do a back-and-forth on it, which I loved. His dick was very hot, impressively stiff. And then I could feel his hand looking for my pacifier, taking the place of mine.
(continued)
I'm sorry, but we have to go.
In my state there is an erotic website that has given me a lot of joy and excitement. The site www.capixabaerotica.com.br changed my life and gave me the courage to open up. I will tell you what I have already started telling on this site, for my countrymen. My name is Joana, I am 21 years old and live with my parents, one brother <unk> Lucas <unk> and sister <unk> Vera <unk> in Vila Velha. We grew up like everyone else, playing, having fun and learning from each other, especially about sexuality. What I'm going to narrate here are passages from my life, our lives and that sometimes involve other people in our relationship.
I don't remember how old, but the first time I saw a hard dick was my father when I walked into his room without knocking and found my mother sucking on my dad's big, thick cock.
And from that day on, it was natural for me to be curious about these sexual issues and I started watching my brother more, looking between his legs, things like this. One day I couldn't help but look through the keyhole as he took a shower and what I saw astounded me: Lucas was moving the hard stick with his hand back and forth in a movement that I didn't understand but knew must have been something wrong, prohibiting him or myself from seeing.
But the curiosity was so great that I stood there, my eye on the lock watching him play with his stiff stick eyes closed legs trembling until he let out a groan and saw jets of white fluid leaping from the head of his dick as he stopped making movements. I don't know why but behind the door all of me shivered; my legs were shaking like green rods, my heart racing wildly, my mouth was dry and I felt this different sensation in my body.
From that day on, I took every opportunity to watch Lucas bathe and play with his stick. It became an addiction for me so much that it agonized when there was someone nearby and I couldn't observe him.
One day I overheard my brother whispering my name while playing with his dick, which made me very curious.
One morning I sneaked into his room and saw that he was sleeping naked. I slowly approached and could see through the crack in his pajama pants, his soft little dick. It didn't even look like what I had seen almost every day. From close up it looked different, I don't know how to explain. Full of fear but with an impulse I couldn't contain, I put my hand near his stick and gently touched it as it moved.
Soon I felt his dick hardening and growing in my hand, and for the first time I could feel how different it was to touch a stick - especially hard. Suddenly Lucas turned over on the bed and my heart leaped with fright leaving me paralyzed!
...I soon felt his cock hardening and growing in my hand, and for the first time I could feel how different it was to touch a stick, especially hard. Suddenly Lucas turned over on the bed and my heart shot up with fright leaving me paralyzed!
I dropped his stick and stood quietly, my mouth dry with fear, legs limp and body trembling. Fortunately he hadn't woken up but just rolled over in bed to my relief. Turning belly-upwards, his dick came out even more from the shorts almost all of it was outside still hard, bulky head. The desire to catch him again was great but the fear was greater than my courage.
I stood there, statically admiring that beautiful dick my brother had while a thousand thoughts went through my head. If he woke up and caught me in the act, what would I say? What foolishness I'd done. And if he told our parents? Surely I would get beaten so badly never to forget it.
Suddenly Luke's stick began to chick, as if it were alive. I saw when he took his hand on the stick and while still sleeping started doing the same thing that he did in the bathroom. I noticed that his cock became even harder, its head looked huge, shiny.
In a low voice, he would whisper my name and many things that I never expected to hear coming out of his mouth. Some words were perfectly understandable - "cute", "passionate" or "delightful little sister".
It became clear that he was dreaming, and even more so with me. I came to the conclusion that my brother is crazy about me, who did those things thinking of me. At the same time as being revolted, felt a strange warmth between his legs.
Driven by this situation, I couldn't resist and put my hand inside of the pajamas and touched my little bucket. Then I saw that it was very wet with a different liquid, half-sweet, which made my finger slide deliciously in it.
On that day, I learned in practice what masturbation was like. While my brother masturbated dreaming about me,
Soon a wave of warmth came, a different sensation taking over my body and for the first time I experienced what it is to laugh. A pleasant laughter, a feeling that until then I had never felt, which made me let out an uncontained groan muffled by the other hand at this moment my brother moved in bed again turning on his side and leading me into despair.
I came to think that my brother had awakened at once with my groan and would catch me looking at his dick. Still full of a hard-on, but momentarily satisfied, I resolved to stop risking it and leave the room before this problem arose. When I got into my bedroom, I locked the door and took off my panties in order to better enjoy my little pussy. I lay down on the bed and began rubbing her again as my fingers slipped easily through the crevice lubricated by my juices. Curious, I put one finger in my mouth to taste what she tasted like. I must confess that I liked my taste, and to this day I make a point of tasting it from time to time.
One night I woke up at dawn, feeling thirsty and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I approached there, I began to hear moans and low murmurs and soon identified that they were my parents having sex. I quietly came closer by the side of the door and in the twilight from where I was, I could watch closely the first fuck of my life. Despite the poor light, you could see their mischief very well. There was again my mother sucking on my father's cock who groaned and whispered all the time some expressions which I incorporated into my vocabulary <unk> chupa putita (little bitch), tasty chupa whose mouth is delicious ?? . He was standing, leaning against the sink and she on her knees, sticking his stick in as far as he could mouth it inside, then pulling it all out and licking from top to bottom, encircling its red head with a tongue, an expression I had never seen on my mother's face.
"Hum, what a tasty dick", she said between one sucking and another. "'Suck more,' my father would say as he leaned against the sink with his hands gripping her hair to help him swallow it".
My legs were shaking so much, I was afraid to fall because they trembled. But I couldn't get out of there from the excitement that came with watching those two fuck each other. I heard my father say "Stop it now or else I will make fun of you". You want me in your mouth? Do you?" My mother stopped sucking his dick and said:
My father then took my mother by the waist, and placed her seated on the edge of the sink with legs wide open. He sucked a lot from her breasts, you could hear his noise sucking kisses while she only moaned and always repeating "sweet soup, breast in your boobs, I'm filled with pleasure, taste". After much suckling on her tits, he lowered his head, opened up her legs even more and stuck his face into the middle of its exposed legs. <unk> what delicious tongue, it licks, licks. It shoves inside its buzzer, shovels its freak! To be licked and suckled in the bottle must have been very good, because it didn't take long for my mother to make fun of me by covering her mouth with her hand so that she wouldn't whine loudly.
As soon as she calmed down, my dad helped her downstairs and put her face-first into the sink a little bent over and patted her huge ass.
My mom grabbed my dad's cane, fixed it to the entrance of his bucket and started rolling around while forcing her butt upwards, making him disappear all inside her as he played with her nipples by kneading them, pulling them.
Then my dad started a back and forth motion, sticking his big dick into my mom who was moaning non-stop "oh that's so cute" he would push her hard enough to lift Mom off the floor on tiptoe.
I felt that warmth in the middle of my legs again and didn't think twice, so I reached underneath my sweater, pulled my panties to one side and smoothed out my little pussy, my soft piece of flesh which later became my grill.
Mommy continued with her whining <unk>whore that gave birth, what a tasty dick you have love, put in more, he puts it all, tears me up with this pause. Dad also said things to her "you're a very sweet little bitch, like my cock inside of you? Do you want me to stuff everything into this tesuda bucket?"
It was driving me crazy, my hand completely wet with the juices. I'd stick my fingers in my mouth to lick them and then soak it back into the bottle, rubbing my cricket... a wave of pleasure swept over me.
In the kitchen, Mommy was practically on all fours carrying Daddy's dick in her bottle. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she muttered a bunch of nasty "fucking love",
Suddenly I felt the presence of someone right behind me, a warm breath on my neck. Frightened, I turned quickly and encountered my brother and could realize that he was with his stick in hand eye both fucking. Must have been red from shame and also must be scared by my reaction. Afraid to make any noise put the other hand into my mouth and whispered for me to stay still, silent.
I turned my attention to Mom and Dad, who had pulled the stick out of her body and placed it on a toilet seat with their legs crossed. He then stuck his stick back in again, this time facing upwards at mom's breast while she held onto him.
I felt my brother's hand touch mine, picking it up and taking me to his hard cassette tape. He made me grab him and do a back-and-forth on it, which I loved. His dick was very hot, impressively stiff. And then I could feel his hand looking for my pacifier, taking the place of mine.
(continued)
I'm sorry, but we have to go.
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