The funky little piggy
Hey, people!
These hot days made me roll a crazy that I couldn't help telling you! In my classroom, there is a girl named Cleide who I am not very friend but we get along super well. She lives on the outskirts here of my city. Last Friday we were talking and she told me Hurricane 2000 was coming to do a funk dance in her community.
When I asked her what it was like there, Cleide told me that the greatest courtship. That most men wear bermuda and slippers and no shirt, and women in short skirts, tops, shorts. And that most people were poor and black. Hardly a white patrician girl like myself went. She also said that guys rubbed on girls with their pants down and tauze and that girls rolled around well leaning against them. When I asked her if that was normal, she told me it's all allowed even though there were drug dealers or trafficking soldiers and a lot of people also went to smell, smoke, sell and buy drugs.
I asked her if the police were there a lot and she laughed and said: <unk> Xiiii, my daughter! Every now and then guys go but it's all bought. No one gets arrested, no. There is no monkey!
I said, "I've always wanted to see a funky dance", but never had the courage.
At that time she invited me to go to the funk dance with her and also said: <unk> Powder little sister, if you want can sleep there at home from Friday to Saturday, hey I'll teach you some dances and in the evening we will! My mother works nights and I stay alone even ! If you don't have clothes I lend you one of mine.
At that moment I thought, "It's going to roll!" and replied:
When I got home, I looked around and found a lycra shorts from when I was 15 years old. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were micro-shorts wrapped tightly over my body leaving half of my pocket out. I also separated a very short top with wide sleeves, one pair of low sandals to tie down your leg and that's it. When she came six I arrived at her house and she accommodated me in the little room that was at the end of the corridor, it was a very small room even though there was only one single bed and an armoire. I left my things and went to her bedroom for us to talk and arrange ourselves. There someone knocked on the door and she answered. They were some friends of hers, I think five don't remember exactly, who had come to ask what time she would go dancing funk. When they saw me, I felt like they ate me with their evil eyes and one of them looked up and said handily: <unk> Oh, is Cleide not going to introduce us to your friend? She then introduced me and he also asked if I was going with her. I said yes, and he went out with the others laughing a bit like an asshole. She closed the door and spoke to me, patting my butt: <unk> Be careful, heim! You don't mess around for guys who do that kind of thing, no! This game is fucked up! Everything catches and eats! At this time I laughed and she too laughed and we switched places.
I started to change. I put on a very small, tight black panties all tucked up in my butt, and then this white lycra shorts that showed the mark of the underpants and the pimples of my little bundle and the black top, made me look like when I saw myself in the mirror ... wow! It was an actual cockroach. Cleide had a semi-transparent sleeveless dress which is so short she couldn't even bend down straight because it revealed her pants... nor can you wear high heels, so she went with a low sandal just like me.
We left her house and she immediately went saying: <unk> Let's stop at my friend Dues home for a drink, then we will go there. It is still early!
The streets were like alleys and very sinister And at that time I remembered she had told me That the place was bone
We arrived at her friend Du's house, which was packed with people.
When we came in, the guys didn't stop drying our faces; they kept making gestures to each other and calling us cute or hotties. I felt very powerful when one of them said to another: "Fuck you! Look at that white girl's ass!"
To further provoke him I pushed my butt and rolled around to the funk sound that was already rolling inside his house because I knew it looked sexy and delicious...rsss.
Inside, when I went to get a cup of coffee... ..I noticed that every guy who came near me tried to shake my hand.
Except that I had an hour, and then I got really excited about it and went to get the bottle of vodka Cleide asked me for which was on a cupboard in the kitchen and ended up with my butt sticking out because I had to stand on tiptoes.
Looking from the side, I noticed a Negro who was very tall, must have been 1.85 or 1.90, he was black and quite strong. He had no shirt, Bermuda shorts, slippers and chain around his neck. It immediately said to me: <unk> Do you want my help? There were so many people there that it would be hard for him to move rightly. I thanked him and replied that I didn't need one. Only when I put my feet back on the ground with the vodka bottle in hand, he still stood behind me and I unintentionally rubbed myself against him, his but tough sense sliding down my little butt, from my pimples almost to my back.
I was freaking out when my panties went into my groin, while his chest pressed on to my butt.
My underpants creaked, and the nipples of my breasts were hard... not to mention all that wet skin moisturizing my panties.
In the greatest difficulty I went out and he did not come after me and near the room found my friend Cleide coming towards me because she had realized what happened. She said to me: <unk> Ta all right? I replied that yes and she continued: "That guy is this Mane Horse, be careful with him heim? He's a freak and dealer here in the community". The other day, he took a girl from the neighborhood and enlarged her ass so much that the girl had to go to the emergency department and it took days to get back to normal because he has a very thick and big dick. Nobody did anything with him! I took my hand back, passed it on my butt and laughingly replied: <unk> It's me imagining! She shook her head and also said: "Don't joke no, this is serious!"
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These hot days made me roll a crazy that I couldn't help telling you! In my classroom, there is a girl named Cleide who I am not very friend but we get along super well. She lives on the outskirts here of my city. Last Friday we were talking and she told me Hurricane 2000 was coming to do a funk dance in her community.
When I asked her what it was like there, Cleide told me that the greatest courtship. That most men wear bermuda and slippers and no shirt, and women in short skirts, tops, shorts. And that most people were poor and black. Hardly a white patrician girl like myself went. She also said that guys rubbed on girls with their pants down and tauze and that girls rolled around well leaning against them. When I asked her if that was normal, she told me it's all allowed even though there were drug dealers or trafficking soldiers and a lot of people also went to smell, smoke, sell and buy drugs.
I asked her if the police were there a lot and she laughed and said: <unk> Xiiii, my daughter! Every now and then guys go but it's all bought. No one gets arrested, no. There is no monkey!
I said, "I've always wanted to see a funky dance", but never had the courage.
At that time she invited me to go to the funk dance with her and also said: <unk> Powder little sister, if you want can sleep there at home from Friday to Saturday, hey I'll teach you some dances and in the evening we will! My mother works nights and I stay alone even ! If you don't have clothes I lend you one of mine.
At that moment I thought, "It's going to roll!" and replied:
When I got home, I looked around and found a lycra shorts from when I was 15 years old. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were micro-shorts wrapped tightly over my body leaving half of my pocket out. I also separated a very short top with wide sleeves, one pair of low sandals to tie down your leg and that's it. When she came six I arrived at her house and she accommodated me in the little room that was at the end of the corridor, it was a very small room even though there was only one single bed and an armoire. I left my things and went to her bedroom for us to talk and arrange ourselves. There someone knocked on the door and she answered. They were some friends of hers, I think five don't remember exactly, who had come to ask what time she would go dancing funk. When they saw me, I felt like they ate me with their evil eyes and one of them looked up and said handily: <unk> Oh, is Cleide not going to introduce us to your friend? She then introduced me and he also asked if I was going with her. I said yes, and he went out with the others laughing a bit like an asshole. She closed the door and spoke to me, patting my butt: <unk> Be careful, heim! You don't mess around for guys who do that kind of thing, no! This game is fucked up! Everything catches and eats! At this time I laughed and she too laughed and we switched places.
I started to change. I put on a very small, tight black panties all tucked up in my butt, and then this white lycra shorts that showed the mark of the underpants and the pimples of my little bundle and the black top, made me look like when I saw myself in the mirror ... wow! It was an actual cockroach. Cleide had a semi-transparent sleeveless dress which is so short she couldn't even bend down straight because it revealed her pants... nor can you wear high heels, so she went with a low sandal just like me.
We left her house and she immediately went saying: <unk> Let's stop at my friend Dues home for a drink, then we will go there. It is still early!
The streets were like alleys and very sinister And at that time I remembered she had told me That the place was bone
We arrived at her friend Du's house, which was packed with people.
When we came in, the guys didn't stop drying our faces; they kept making gestures to each other and calling us cute or hotties. I felt very powerful when one of them said to another: "Fuck you! Look at that white girl's ass!"
To further provoke him I pushed my butt and rolled around to the funk sound that was already rolling inside his house because I knew it looked sexy and delicious...rsss.
Inside, when I went to get a cup of coffee... ..I noticed that every guy who came near me tried to shake my hand.
Except that I had an hour, and then I got really excited about it and went to get the bottle of vodka Cleide asked me for which was on a cupboard in the kitchen and ended up with my butt sticking out because I had to stand on tiptoes.
Looking from the side, I noticed a Negro who was very tall, must have been 1.85 or 1.90, he was black and quite strong. He had no shirt, Bermuda shorts, slippers and chain around his neck. It immediately said to me: <unk> Do you want my help? There were so many people there that it would be hard for him to move rightly. I thanked him and replied that I didn't need one. Only when I put my feet back on the ground with the vodka bottle in hand, he still stood behind me and I unintentionally rubbed myself against him, his but tough sense sliding down my little butt, from my pimples almost to my back.
I was freaking out when my panties went into my groin, while his chest pressed on to my butt.
My underpants creaked, and the nipples of my breasts were hard... not to mention all that wet skin moisturizing my panties.
In the greatest difficulty I went out and he did not come after me and near the room found my friend Cleide coming towards me because she had realized what happened. She said to me: <unk> Ta all right? I replied that yes and she continued: "That guy is this Mane Horse, be careful with him heim? He's a freak and dealer here in the community". The other day, he took a girl from the neighborhood and enlarged her ass so much that the girl had to go to the emergency department and it took days to get back to normal because he has a very thick and big dick. Nobody did anything with him! I took my hand back, passed it on my butt and laughingly replied: <unk> It's me imagining! She shook her head and also said: "Don't joke no, this is serious!"
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