It was in the car that my best man had his first fuck with me.

I thank those people who vote and comment on the stories. When I was a child, I once heard my mother discussing with a friend about a problem with my stepfather. I thought it was something serious, because what I heard from the conversation between them was that the case had ended up at the police station. Curiously, I asked what it was about, and she scolded me, saying that the conversation was adult, that I should not get involved. I was disappointed by this, I was pre-teen and I did not like to be treated as a child anymore. I decided to leave it there. When it was evening, as soon as my father came home from work, my mother went to report what had happened to him. Even though she whispered to drown out the conversation between them, this time I could hear the main reason for the conversation. My godfather had eaten a married woman and the husband seems to have been caught, did not give to hear details, but the reason for the cheating was the adultery committed by our friend. It was the first time in my life that I heard the expression eat in the sense of fuck. The biggest damage was for the couple, who soon after the incident, moved to another neighborhood. My godfather, who lived on the same street as us, never stopped visiting our house, the friendship remained firm. Similarly, he was never harassed by the neighborhood, remained friends with everyone. Everything returned to normal and time took care of putting this episode to sleep in our memories. Ronaldo, my godfather, turned out to be a tremendous lover. I grew up listening to conversations about him, he was already more restrained in the fence jumps, yet his infidelity to his wife was not imperceptible. Once, I went to a friend's house, where a group of friends, all university students, had gathered to chat, drink beer, eat barbecue, date, etc. Around two in the morning, I decided to leave. My house was nearby and I would walk. The route I would take was not dangerous, but still caused that feeling of being unprotected, considering the city was deserted. Some colleagues offered to accompany me, but I refused, including the colleagues who also signed up. My friend, the owner of the house, accompanied me to the exit and when we arrived at the entrance gate of the house, we saw, two hundred meters away, a parked car with lighted headlights and two women disembarking. My friend recommended that I wait for the car to pass so that I could get out. We closed the gate and stood looking through the grille as it passed in front of us. The driver was driving in turtle steps, staring at the rearview mirror. As I passed in front of the house, I noticed that the driver was my godfather Ronaldo. I immediately realized that he was up to something, those women were reporting it, they were not familiar to him. The car passed, my friend asked again if I didn't want company, I thanked her saying goodbye with kisses on my face and went on my way. It wasn't until the gate was closed that I heard the voice of someone calling me. A little scared, I looked back and saw a woman walking towards me. She was one of the women who had gotten out of my godfather's car and I recognized her, she was a seamstress known to my mother, a widow who liked to enjoy life. She had appeared at a good time, we were going in the same direction, we lived relatively close to each other. She was a lady in her fifties, she was lively, walking with some caution so as not to stumble, I noticed that she was lively, under the influence of alcohol. Knowing that she had come with my godfather, I started a conversation investigating where she was and she made a quick outburst that caused me a sudden curiosity and excitement. She told me that she was at an event, and she wasn't having any more fun because of a man who had been harassing her while she was there, a statement that only ended when she realized she wasn't going to roll anything, and yet he offered her and a cousin who was with her a ride, and to get rid of him, he lied about sleeping at her cousin's house, and the comments that I had always heard about my best man's cowardice were confirmed by the testimony of one of his victims. I also had a few drinks and was euphoric. Hearing that statement left me with a sharp libido, wanting to be in her place. I don't know where I got the idea and courage, but while she was narrating that event I sent a message to my best man's cell phone, asking where he was. He was online and answered with some concern if everything was okay, that it was late and what was going on to justify a message at that time. I apologized for the inconvenience and told him that I was on a barbecue and wanted a ride home. He asked where the address was and asked me to wait for him because I was on my way. Immediately I looked at my walking companion and invented that I had to go back, I had forgotten my cell phone charger and could not stay without it. As a user and connoisseur of these technological details, she understood the situation and offered to go with me, but I refused on the grounds that some colleague would leave me. I said goodbye to her, who went her way and I went mine. As soon as I got close to my friend's house, I looked back and noticed that the lady had already turned the corner. So I continued walking straight down the sidewalk, in the opposite direction to her, and I sent a message to my godfather warning him to meet me at the corner. No time to send the message, Ronaldo arrived and already opened the car door to greet me with a warm greeting, calling me princess, a nickname he adopted since he declared himself my godfather. He asked me why I was there, who I was with, being careful, typical parental behavior. I answered his questions and added a little outburst, claiming that I was bored, that I lacked something to sweeten my life. At the same time as I told him that, I suspended a long neck beer that was on the console asking if that was all I had. He regretted not having another, justifying that he had only bought one, because he was already on his way home, but if I wanted he would buy more. I accepted and told him that I did not want to drink on the street, I would rather drink in a secluded, quiet place, away from the village. He thought the idea was great and went to a small bar in the city center. I stayed in the car while he went to get our drinks, and when he came back, he said that he had a suitable place to have that little beer with me, and he drove to a place that is well sought after by couples who would go there to have sex, since our little town didn't have a motel, and I stayed quiet and didn't comment on the choice of venue, getting horny with the situation that was unfolding. My godfather seemed to be very familiar with the place, he chose a very strategic position. In the sound of the car they played classics of country music, they were his favorite songs. We sat half-side up on the benches so that we could be facing each other, while the subjects alternated in the most diverse themes. However, my godfather was trying to focus the conversation on my love life, and as much as I avoided the subject, he found a loophole to bring it up again, and that's when I decided to go in for good and warm up the atmosphere. I fed his curiosity by answering his questions about some passages of my sex life, that at the present moment I was without a boyfriend due to the rush of college and that my plans were to study and not to engage in a serious relationship. I complained about the lack of initiative that the guys had, that they did not prioritize foreplay and for valuing the quantitative, forgetting the qualitative of the relationship between two. He agreed with me by pointing out that experienced men were more confident and tended to a better sexual performance. The kick-off was given and now the topic of sex was dominating our conversation. I looked like a patient on the couch and he the psychologist knows everything. At the height of my 18 years, I told him about my dissatisfaction in my sex life, my frustrations and told him that I had not yet tasted a real man. My statements were making the absent predator excited, his restless posture of staying and adjusting his dick under the clothes, denouncing that I was in danger of being turned into food for baboon. Ronaldo had been married for a long time, he was already a loudmouth passionate about his grandchildren. I grew up calling him uncle too, I sat on his lap a lot while receiving his caresses. Now it was no longer appropriate, I grew up and he was trampling in his fifties, a well-kept crown, was relatively well-off in life, was overweight by sheer carelessness with food. He was a vain man, of rustic appearance, stocky and with a serious voice. In order to display his golden chain around his neck, he had to leave some buttons on his shirt open, which revealed his chest with a full head. I don't know if the ring or the thicker fingers were eye-catching. My godfather had a habit of talking to us by hugging, making a caress, giving kisses, no matter where he was, even in front of my parents he did not stop doing it. And in the car it was no different. With each trauma of life that I told him, he received in return a differentiated caress, always smoothing me, praising, kissing my hands, until it evolved and he started to lean on me to give me little kisses. He was already courting me without any ceremony, he already understood my notorious excitement and saw that I was making everything easy for me to eat. The fact that he was sitting in the driver's seat and leaning over me so that he could give me those kisses, leaving his bearded body without much balance, was clear the effort he made not to fall into my lap at all, and as he kissed me, he kept telling me that I needed a man who was caring and powerful enough to satisfy me sexually. I didn't think we'd go this far, and by the time I realized it, I was already seduced by him, and those simple kisses were progressing, and soon we were locked in a horny kiss, and my best man pulled me back to his seat, and left me wide open on his lap, facing him in an endless kiss. Every second I spent in that grip, I grew more horny, knowing that I would soon be devoured by my beloved godfather. I don't know who was spider of the two of us, but someone had fallen into the web. The seamstress denied bouquet, but I did not. From then on the dialogue was reduced, we were two lovers getting to know each other, exchanging long kisses. Until when he opened the car door and came out carrying me in his arms, making me intertwine my legs in his grown beer belly. Still with mouths glued, he turned with me, laying me then on the car seat. Little by little, he undressed me until I was completely naked. I was tight in the car and he came between my legs and gave me a proper cat bath. He sucked until he didn't want any more and with his sharp tongue he led me to a spectacular orgasm, feeling the splash of my fun on his face. Without wasting time, he sat me down and asked me to suck his roll. He unbuttoned his trousers and jumped a prick head inside it. It was well lubricated, a nice smell of macho, falls out of his mouth showing him that I was young but knew how to suck nice. I did my best to compensate him for the nice suck he had given me. After playing a lot with his prick and his eggs in my mouth, he laid me again on the bench and came over me, I was totally vulnerable to his master bite and with a lot of passion penetrated that piece of hard meat in my streak. I was in high spirits, his bombs had a wild footprint, they were strong enough to shake his pickup. I was not used to being penetrated by grass and his grunted me all the time, the blow was a strong one every time I gave intermittent, fatal groans to my intestines, long enough for me to wait for Ronaldo to be injected into my stomach. It was almost a long shot. The environment was favorable to spice up the trance, but it did not offer security and we could be seen by anyone, including the police. Ronaldo knew this and hurried me to put on my clothes. Without having time to dry the top of the bouquet, the panties took care of absorbing the excess that was leaking from the blow that I received. We got fully dressed and left from there, very happy and at the same time incredulous for the love we had just made. He was very calm and treated the situation naturally. He took the way to my house and said that this would be our secret, that soon he would contact us to go out again, only this time he would take me to a motel. Arriving at the door of my house, I kissed him and thanked him for the different night we had. I got out of the car and felt the bottle still resentful for the punches he had just taken, I quickly unlocked the gate and went in, but before closing it I gave a little hello to Ronaldo, who was looking shameless, certainly accounting for another little whore who had just entered his resume.