SEND WHO CAN

Prologue. “ She's like that, mate..., a little bitch..., likes a thick dick..., but not to fuck, just to play..., there's no way! She likes to tease..., so? Doing what, is not ... “ It all began when I returned from military service; nineteen-year-old, complete high school and no professional experience. So I went to the fight, looking for a job. And at the agencies, they asked for a resume... as if a young man barely out of his teens had any! And after a few weeks, I was discouraged, disgruntled and irritable. That's when I met your Alvaro. He was an old acquaintance of the family, very close to my father and who had attended our house sometimes. He asked me about family, life and the future. I told him I was looking for a job and that until that moment nothing had avenged. He looked at me with a brotherly look and asked if I wanted to work for him. At first, I was euphoric because I had finally got a job. He extended me a card and asked me to look for him the next morning. We said goodbye and I came home, reminding me that Se Álvaro was a merchant..., not a common merchant..., he was a junkyard merchant. I knew that he had been dealing with it for many years, for outside of my father, a mechanic by profession, he met him; as he also knew that at that time, in the mid-1970s, the trade in used or reconditioned auto parts was very active and yielded good money to those who ventured into it. The next day, first thing in the morning, I had breakfast at home and I left for my chance. I looked at the card and checked the address: it was a street in the neighborhood of Ipiranga, very well known for harboring several “outbreaks” by car and trade of everything that could be considered useful or reusable. Next thing I know, I'm standing in front of your Álvaro's trade. It was a huge walled terrain, which housed within a shed of immeasurable dimensions. The front, besides the huge steel gate, contained the bottom of the premises where the parts store and other items were located. In the later part, the shed housed a huge workshop with tools suitable for its purpose of dismantling beaten or purchased vehicles at auctions. In the mezzanine erected in the interior of the shed, the storehouse was operated where were stored pieces of tin, mechanical parts, accessories and everything. Under this mezzanine, a masonry facility had been built that housed a huge locker room for the staff, a dining room with large kitchen, a bathroom and a small dormitory for the watchman who took care of the property during the night. Your Alvaro came to meet me, greeting me and offering to show off all the facilities in the place. After that, we went to the kitchen where we had coffee. His Alvaro told me that he needed someone to take care of the warehouse, since Nélson, the handler, was about to retire and it took someone to replace him; someone, according to him, who was young, willing to learn and willing to work. I didn't let him go on saying that I was the right person and that I was ready to start. He smiled at me, patted me on the back and rolled his sleeves. The days followed filled with news for me. It was a real professional learning. That Nélson was a very nice, intelligent old man and he was very good to me, teaching me everything he knew. One day, when I got to work, I ran into a beautiful girl who was supposed to be about my age (or less); I soon discovered that her name was Manoela and that she was his Álvaro's daughter. Manoela was a beautiful brunette, full-size body with generous breasts and a well-made ass. Have long brown hair, dark eyes, fleshy lips and always smiling. It was cheerful and uninhibited..., but it wouldn't take me long to figure out the reason for all this disinhibition. His Álvaro told me that his daughter Manoela, during her school holidays, used to attend his trade and help with various tasks..., and I just wondered what kind of tasks she would help. It didn't take me long to realize that what she liked most was to meet clients at the counter and insinuate herself to them ..., something easy to notice, but it was alien to the paternal eyes who saw their daughter as they wanted to see. For the truth, Manoela was a naughty girl who liked to offer herself to all those who attended the father's business ..., what I didn't know was that all that offering was not limited to the customers. In all, there were about eleven subjects, not to mention His Alvaro, most boys aged between nineteen and twenty-five years. So it was a real male hormone explosion in the air! As most of them worked with scrapping and auto parts recovery, His Álvaro had a bathroom installed inside the locker room, equipped with some collective showers, where the boys could bathe at the end of the shift. Interestingly, I noticed a few days later, that at the time when the boys withdrew, in an orderly manner, for bathing and changing clothes, Manoela disappeared, giving the air of grace a long time later. That absence of Manoela intrigued me, and since I wasn't in the habit of going to the locker room during the boys' leaving hours, since I didn't need to, I decided it was time to do so, but with great care not to denounce my intentions. I went around the area, hoping to surprise something interesting. But after a few days, I couldn't figure out anything that would give me clues to what really happened. However, one afternoon, after the boys had left, I caught Manoela sneaking out of the locker room, trying to pull herself together and looking everywhere with an air of extreme concern not to be noticed by anyone. Now, with the certainty that she was hiding something, I needed to know what it was about. And the best source of information was the loose language of the boys who worked there... it was just a matter of time and patience. After a few weeks, on a Friday afternoon, I purposely went to meet with my coworkers in a boat that was nearby. I was always abstaining, but my intentions that day were different. I paid them a few beers, and then I started playing catch-up in a cover-up way. I spent a lot of saliva and money and waited until they were “available” to another subject. I was getting tired of that bunch of beer drunks, but I waited till some of them decided to leave. In the end, it's just me and Gerson. This guy was a big boy who thought he was great with women, and also had his tongue loose enough to give me the job. I commented on Manoela and saw that his face adopted a very naughty expression ..., typical of the sexist who thinks the whole woman is a crazy potential whore to fuck. I encouraged the subject until I entered the subject of the locker room, and it was then that he definitely released the verb to me. - You know how it is, right? – started with the voice of alcohol – that mine is a slut ..., a little bitch even ... - Why do you say that? - I asked, stimulating the subject. - Fuck, man! - Retorted him - you look stupid ..., you don't know that the mine really likes it! She loves a big, thick turtledove, and she doesn't make a ploy... - What do you mean? - I poked. You know what? – confided him, approaching me with that breath of jaguar that just ate carrion – Every day, at the end of the day, she hides herself in the locker room and offers herself to one of us ... And how do you decide who gets it? - I asked crazy curiosity. Easy, buddy! – he answered by finding himself the owner of the ball – we fight in the straw. The one who wins goes with her to the bathroom and has fun... - You fuck the girl? I continued without waiting for the answer. - Don't! – shouted him – you're crazy, man; no way! We just play with her, with her boobs, with her pussy... - That's it! - I exclaimed no fun. - Only! – shouted him again – and you think little? In the end, we still get a blow job or a well-done handjob ..., after all, home where you earn the bread, you don't eat the meat, it's not even! -So – I said – just that and nothing else? - Sure! – answered Gerson – The mine is a little bitch..., a little bitch who likes to roll..., but she herself said no fucking..., just fun... I went home satisfied with the discovery. But at the same time, I had a doubt eating away at my guts: should I tell His Alvaro about his daughter's inappropriate behavior, or should I be quiet ... or should I also take advantage of the situation? I spent a few days with this doubt weighing on my conscience. Finally, I remembered a phrase from my late father; he said: “Take care of what is his, that everyone takes care of what is his”. School holidays are over and Manoela is gone, while I left the subject buried in my memory. And everything would've stayed that way, except for her next vacation. It was the end of the year and the service in the store had increased significantly. I was so troubled that I couldn't even pay attention to the girl's escapes, worrying only about my service. One day, or rather, one afternoon I stayed beyond schedule and knowing that there was no one else but me, His Alvaro and Nélson, I ran to the bathroom of the locker room to urinate. As soon as I got in, I ran into Manoela. She was trying to pull herself together, dressed in a hurry, and when she saw me, she got scared to death. We kept staring at each other, and I even thought I'd turn around, if it wasn't for her petulance in wanting to get my attention, saying I couldn't go anywhere like that. I got angry with the talk of that girl who didn't blink, went to her and slapped her in the face. She opened her eyes that threatened to be snarled; she took her hand to her face and intended to react; before she could do or say anything I grew up in front of her with a threatening look. - Look here, you little bitch! – I said with a loud tone – don’t come putting the stand on me ..., or do you think I don’t know what happens here at the end of the day ..., the game of straws, you know? Immediately, Manoela's gaze transfigured and an expression of dread took over his face. I felt like I owned the situation, and that it was in my hands. Although young and a little inexperienced, I realized that was a golden chance. I could do whatever I wanted with her. - Look, please - she told me, changing her tone of voice, without hiding her fear - don't tell my father anything ..., he won't understand ... - I don't think there's anything to understand - I interrupted it with a severe tone of voice - you're a little bitch, that's all... Manoela started crying, and even though I felt like a creep, I decided it was time to enjoy that situation. I came even closer to her, and held her by her hair, pulling her head back painfully. - Look here, bitch! – said I, touching my mouth on your ear – my silence is priced, understood ..., and I am not cheap. - What..., what do you want from me? – asked her, holding my hand. -For starters – said I changing the tone of voice to a naughty look – you can jerk off to me ..., how about? -But, my father ... – she replied tiring – he may be looking for me. -Don't worry – I reassured her – at this hour he's still entertained with other business. Come on, get down here and jerk me off? Defeated, Manoela sat on his head. I released her hair and let her go. The girl knelt down and waited. I ordered her to take full notice. Manoela then untied my belt, unbuttoned my pants and zipped down. As soon as she pulled my underwear down, the turtledove jumped out hard and with a swollen head. She girded her limb with one hand and started working on it. I thought it was funny that her little hand couldn't cover the whole circumference of the roll, but at the same time, trying to satisfy me. I can't deny that the girl knew the striped well, because she manipulated the roll with one hand and with the other massaged my balls, stimulating and making masturbation something very satisfying. When I felt the first sting vibrate in my body, I warned her that orgasm was near. Manoela stepped up the moves and when I stretched out all over her, she snubbed her dick and let the fuck explode in her throat. It was a sensational feeling, because it was like I was making fun of a soft, tight pussy. As soon as we broke up, I lifted her off the ground, made her turn her back on me and demanded that she lower her pants. She obeyed me and then I lowered her panties and with my fingers, explored the pussy that was totally flooded. I massaged that little delicious flesh and started a finger, trying to return what I had earned. Manoela started moaning and twitching, saying it was really good and that I wouldn't stop. When the fun came, she lost control and groaned loudly. I covered her mouth with my hand and let her come out hot. As soon as we broke up, I told her to pull herself together and wait for me to come out and then come back in order not to raise suspicion for her father. I left the locker room and, after saying goodbye to Your Alvaro, I went home happy for my conquest. In the days that followed, Manoela and I kept very little contact, and whenever this happened, I realized that there was something in his eyes, something insinuating that seemed to say something that I was not able to understand. Days later, on Christmas Eve, His Alvaro came to me asking if I had a driver's license; I answered him yes and then he made a request. She wanted me to take Manoela home because she had told him that she was not feeling well and that she needed to rest for a while. With no idea there might be something behind it, I agreed immediately. Your Alvaro gave me the keys to your car (an Opala SS, red) and I went to the parking lot next door to pick up the vehicle. I parked in front of the store and before I could do anything else, Manoela ran to me, getting into the car quickly. He asked me to take her home and I said, "Just show me the way." We started rolling and Manoela indicated the address of his residence. It was a wooded street in the neighborhood of Cambuci, near the park. I knew that area well, so it wasn't hard to get there. On the way, Manoela began to make conversation about what had happened between us days ago saying he had enjoyed it very much. I looked at her demonstrating my surprise. She smiled and went: - I like the manly way you overwhelmed me..., I thought it was a huge horny! I'd really like to repeat... that is, if you want to... The girl's comment got me so good that my dick got hard at the same time, and the volume denounced my condition to her. Manoela looked at the fly of my pants and laughed naughtyly. It didn't take long for her to play the volume with one of her hands, squeezing and massaged, while the other penetrated inside the shirt looking for my nipples. As soon as she found one of them, she squeezed and pinched, making me even more excited. - Girl! - I screamed - I'm driving and, moreover, we're going to your house. - I know that! – she answered, without clapping – what you do not know is that there is no one at home! - What do you mean? – I exclaimed – and your mother? -He went to travel – she answered, without losing sight of what he was doing – I think he went to fuck the lover that my father pretends not to know ... Before I said anything else, Manoela asked me to park, indicating her home. It was a beautiful flat with a garden and garage in front. Manoela asked me to park the car inside the garage as she walked in. I did what she asked; I opened the iron gate and entered the car. I closed the gate and heard Manoela calling me inside the house. I walked carefully, still thinking that everything could be a prank of bad taste. When I came in, I was scared to death. Manoela was completely naked, sitting on a couch talking on the phone with her father (at that time there was no cell phone). She said something about me staying with her for a while and then getting back to work. From the way she looked at me and smiled, I noticed that your Alvaro had agreed to her request. She hung up the phone and sat there waiting for something. - Well? – she said, breaking the silence that had formed between us – will you not punish your little bitch? I looked at her and thought, “Why not?” I walked up to her and told her to put my dick out; Manoela smiled well, knelt down and began to fulfill the task; first, she untied her belt; then she unbuttoned her pants and then went down the zipper. He let his pants go to the ground and pulled my underwear down, revealing the hard roller whose gland was pulsing like crazy. Right away, she wanted to slap the damn thing, but I slapped her in the face. Manoela looked at me with a mixed expression of surprise and horny. - Not yet, you little bitch - I said with a threatening tone - I want you to play with the roll ..., and be careful not to hurt me ..., otherwise ... Manoela took the roll with one hand and began masturbating me with excellent skill; on the other hand, she passed the index finger on the tip of the roll or on the bottom of the gland, causing me enormous excitement. You know we can't fuck... she said, being interrupted by another slap. - Shut up, bitch! – I screamed – I know that very well. Let's continue what I told you to do! Manoela resumed her task by applying herself to provide me with a delicious handjob. While she was doing this, I was surprised by my adaptation to that situation, at the very least, unusual. Without any experience in the matter, I was loving mastering my boss' daughter and wanted to savor every moment. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to come and I told her to stop. Manoela obeyed and I then told her to lie down on the couch. I told her to spread her legs wide open and I dipped my head in her yawn, sucking on her puffy little grill and making my partner come over and over again. Manoela screamed, groaned, rolled and asked for more. And I, I kept sucking on her pitiless pussy. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. I stopped what I was doing and went to the kitchen, coming back from there with a pot of margarine in my hands. Obviously, I hid the object from her sights and told her to sit on four on the couch. Manoela obeyed. I approached and began to caress her buttocks that were round and soft and firm. Without any warning, I put my tongue between my buttocks and started sucking her ass. Manoela went on the edge of madness, moaning and saying how good it was. I continued without revealing my excuses. I left her ass all licked, but without wasting any time, I opened the margarine jar and passed the index finger and the middle finger, collecting a good amount of the contents. I started rubbing my fingers in Manoela's ass, who didn't realize I was greased the bastard. Then I got up and I greased my dick too. - Open your legs wide, bitch! – I said with an even more threatening voice – spread your legs wide enough that I'll screw you! Manoela cried and tried to resist; he got up from the couch and ran around the house. I ran after her and near the laundress I finally grabbed her. I brought her back to the room, under her protests, screaming and complaining. I threw her over the couch and slapped her in the face. Manoela wanted to cry, but I interrupted the scandal. - Shut up, bitch! – I screamed – it's on all fours that I'll fuck you ... one way or another! - No, please! – begged her with an embarrassed voice – my ass, no, please! Look, I can tie you up! – I replied otherwise – Let’s hurry ..., that I don’t have all afternoon! Manoela struggled, but after a while, he positioned himself as I had commanded. I put my finger on my ass, making sure I was still slobbering with margarine, and then I fit behind her, holding her buttocks and pulling them until her ass was showing off. I pointed the roll and advanced, feeling the gland tear the resistance of the tissue and penetrating my partner's anal orifice. Manoela screamed in despair, asking me to stop, because the pain was unbearable. -Relax, little bitch – I console her – relax, that soon, soon, it won't hurt anymore. I held her firmly and continued moving in. Manoela moaned, howled and snorted, but I kept fucking her ass with no mercy. In the final part, I stuck the roll with a single motion, making Manoela Wan of pain. I held her body brutally, while rolling my hips, providing a rotating movement of the turtledove inside her gut. The more Manoela screamed, the more excited I got, and after a while, I started stocking that little ass with violent and fast movements. There was a moment when I thought she was going to faint and I was afraid for my boldness, but suddenly she stopped screaming and complaining. - Yeah, bitch! – voiced her hornyly – punch my ass with this delicious roll ..., not to not ..., this, fucks your little bitch the way you know how to do. I intensified the movement further and, for the first time, I saw a woman cum being screwed. Manoela groaned with lewdness, announcing with a loud voice the orgasm that took care of her body. I savored that moment and went on anal fuck, making my partner come twice more. Yet all this effort came at a price. I felt like orgasm took care of me and told her I was coming. Manoela, who now returned my movements, with a giggle in the opposite direction, looked over her shoulder and said: “goza, my male ..., come wherever you want!”. It was at that moment that I filled Manoela's guts with hot shit, feeling the contractions hold back my muscles and the flow of semen draining out of me. Completely exhausted, I drew the roll from Manoela's ass and fell off the couch, panting and powerless. Manoela threw herself at me and kissed me, thanking me. He confessed that the experience was painful, but that it was still worth it. I hugged her lovingly and apologized for the strength. She smiled and said she deserved a hot fuck. - I want to fuck you whenever possible! – asked her to look saucy – my ass is yours and your dick is mine ... We said goodbye at the end of the afternoon with the promise of other adventures. I went back to the store where your Alvaro was waiting for me. I reassured him that his daughter was well (better than he imagined!) and that it was just a passing malaise. He thanked me for the attention given to his daughter and gave me a fraternal hug (I was a little embarrassed, but do what!). In the short time I worked for His Alvaro, Manoela and I fucked a lot; always on the anal, because she said she wanted to stay a virgin for her future husband. In the middle of the following year, already a college student, I got a job more suitable for my course and asked for the bills from Your Alvaro's store; he regretted it a lot, but agreed to say it was for my own good. I couldn't say good-bye to Manoela and even after we didn't keep in touch. I was sorry for a while, but I realized that life was going its course and that she and I were in different worlds... it was very good while it lasted.