Night games

I am a crown, sympathetic, good astral and cracked in cuddles. This virtue carries me since my childhood when I was super attached to my teachers, especially the most cute ones. I loved seeing those huge "raboons" walking back and forth during class accentuating my libido. Today I'm financially well, live in São Paulo, on the west side, and all reports that I send or will be sent in the future, do them and make some excellent level of return for various erotic stories found on this site, which entertains me but at the same time arouses thoughts. This story I'm sending you took place some time ago, and it was so compelling that I decided to share it with the friends visiting this website. I had to spend a few days staying at my adoptive sister's house because her husband had been in an automobile accident. Nothing too serious, but since they live in one of their houses in Ethanhaem on the southern coast of São Paulo state, I was invited to stay there for several days both for safety reasons and to help them as much as possible until the recovery of my brother-in-law. The house though very comfortable was undergoing extensive remodeling, and only two rooms were free or available in normal use condition at that stage of the renovation. In the main suite sat my foster sister, and in the other one which is not a suite lived my niece. Nineteen years old, beautiful, deep-eyed, shy, cute little timid girl who was preparing for her nursing entrance exam must be five feet seven inches tall weighs about 84 pounds pure hardness excellently distributed large breasts steeply pitched wide thighs and what always attracts me most........that inviting bundle I suggested that I sleep in the living room, but this proposal was refused at first, and I ended up having to agree to stay in my niece Elisa's bedroom. Durant4e day we visited my sister's husband and came home around nine o'clock at night, and since I still wasn't asleep, I took a nice shower. A few hours later, I woke up half asleep to some strange noises. I opened my eyes slightly and found Elisa talking almost whispering on her cell phone with someone; she was masturbating moaning and twitching all over herself completely dominated by the excitement. The conversation that had so enthralled her was probably with somebody she'd met through the Internet itself because of the late hour and erotic atmosphere in the dialogue. I think she sensed that I was waking up, and subtly stepped out onto tiptoes, walking into a bathroom which stood in the corridor next to the room we were occupying. She left the computer on, and I sneaked out of bed, quietly checked her history to verify that she had visited a sex chat room. I was lying there half-naked, pretending to be asleep; but no doubt my cock had become hard and protruding, denouncing the excitement which I felt at that moment, and which in hurrying back into its former position I could not entirely conceal. She approached cautiously my bed. Protected by almost darkness, with eyes partly closed I followed her movements, appreciating the lines and contours of a body I could scarcely see. Her fixed and indecisive gaze was probably directed at my crotch, which stood steeply pointing to the ceiling and forming a figure of an armed circus. Taking great care she, guided by intense passion drew very close to my bed and touched me. She misdirected herself, lightly hitting my thigh. Gently correcting her hand's course and direction towards my crutch, and just when it hit its intended target I could feel the tremor in her body. It was like energy or electric current that went through her whole body. She was totally dominated by the horny, and her body trembled a lot. And it wasn't cold! To encourage her to evolve in caressing, I pushed my body slightly towards her. She got scared, and practically "flew" into his bed. It frustrated me because that is not exactly what I intended at this moment. I forced, my breathing and even gave a "tossidinha" pretending to still be asleep almost provoking or indicating dialogue conducted by the sounds, silences and nocturnal movements, i think she understood my purpose, and responded simulating being sleepy, sleeping raising her respiration sound and expelling a gentle and telltale <unk>snorlingho<unk> , as if accepting subtle dialog of sounds and movement. What a sweet surprise I had! Her cell phone was there. Off. Of course the mood was full of horny, I had to move forward and then. That's the confirmation message that I could not have disregarded. I went back on tiptoe. Determined, and when I entered the room, I still had the happiness of surprising her by noticing that she still masturbates, although in the dark environment, observed his legs flexed making typical movements for women while masturbating. Sensing my presence in the room again, she was taken by surprise and moved her body rapidly and somewhat abruptly in a gesture of desperation to conceal what she was doing. Useless at this point. I got close enough to her bed that with great difficulty I could see that she was half-naked without underpants and shirt raised exposing her huge beautiful breasts. With slow gentle movements and also lots of stamina, I put my hands on those beautiful semi-exposed breasts feeling their nipples stiffen rigidly upright cynically pretending they were still asleep. It was like a challenge or an invitation to continue the game that had begun loudly, with "tossidinhas and furtive snoring". She insisted on pretending to be asleep. I accepted the game without definite rules, common sense and sexuality would guide me from there forward. The nipples of her breasts were so hard they'd pierce through the fabric of this shirt. She felt my touch, and her body made a movement, fast and agile as if it had been struck by electric shock, denouncing too much sexual arousal. I bent my body over hers, and kissed her breasts, nibbling on the hardened nipples causing them to become even harder. She made sounds of those who slept mixed with groans, whispers typical of those that exhale when pleasure approaches or becomes an unavoidable necessity for both. Playing the game, I agreed to continue the simulation. Forcing myself to increase my erection while she defended herself by simulating sleep, I went ahead. Kissed and nibbled a lot at these beautiful boobs, which I did not see clearly but rather felt and enjoyed. I sucked and bit, forcing more of her uncontrollable movements which were mediated by the contortions of my body. While I was sucking and caressing her breasts she struggled to control at least a little movement in those open legs eagerly wrapped around a man and pulling him with a leglock into herself, devouring him. She sensed my intent and aim, and almost lost control of her whole body; the breathing became quicker and gestures nearly uncontrollable to her at that moment. The desire for both increased with each passing minute and movements of bodies sought pleasure but play must go on. I brought my mouth fairly close to her desired smelly little kiss-box. I forced my warm breath against her sex just to denounce what she was going to do without touching it directly, but near enough so that she would feel my presence there. I provoked her, and she began to move a little nervously with her hips forcing the greater reduction of distance from my mouthpiece towards my mouth. Gradually I was drawing nearer my mouth, forcing breathing so that it would measure this slow decrease in distance challenging its torturous resistance. She now forced her hip toward my mouth almost losing control and playfulness. I provocated her and she twisted herself by forcefully pressing both hips and lipstick against mine. She almost got up, she was going to lose the game but I controlled her desperate movement and rewarded her with a little kiss on my cheek. At that moment I felt how wet and nauseous she was. With one hand I slightly opened the crack; it was very wet indeed. I opened even more, leaving it wide open. She forced herself all over against my mouth, and I accepted the challenge and positioned my tongue well seated in the bottom half of the crevice walking along the whole way mixing my saliva with his honey, then gently touching its whistle. She could not control the moans and contortions of her body which complained that she wanted more. Her eyes were completely closed, no longer pretending to sleep but whimpering uncontrollably wished for and sought great pleasure, the supreme ecstasy of enjoyment which softens the whole body when it finds. While it was a game we played, now we both knew we had won. I increased the speed and depth of my tongue's passage through the slit, and suddenly she howled loud and hoarse, the body became rigid and static, she was in delightful savor. What deliciousness and beauty of moment. She enjoyed howling and writhing all over, feeling the pleasure of the assumed female, so desired in that divine moment. It remained static for a while, and its breath became slow and deep. The body was gradually becoming soft, ceasing to sigh or groan at those it had mocked. Now she was all soft, relaxed. I continued with my hands caressing her little pussy, and went on pressing my body against hers. She was soft, prostrate. My sticks were stuck into the crevice. She almost woke up for real, her face was marked by a gentle smile of satisfaction but the body was still forced towards me, so strong was my desire to feel inside it. I pressed my stick into the crevice as it was very wet and drenched from mixing juice with my saliva. My cock slid inward until its head became all wrapped around. I controlled some total penetration proposing resumption of the game pretending not to want to wake her. It was continuation of our little erotic toy. As if coming back to herself she strained her hip asking for increased penetrations. It was easy, all the way soaked up to flowing down the sides of the little bucket. I accepted the provocation and didn't push everything out. I gave a few hiccups with my stick, occupying the channel space but keeping only its head coated. She forced very hard this time, contracted her pelvic muscles and with legs wrapped around my waist, pulled me willingly in order to increase penetration. She wanted me well inserted, well jammed and taking over that entire internal space. I was about to explode from such passion, and suddenly I gave up on the game and swelled it all at once. My stick slipped, sliding down the canal all wet and went right up to my heel. When I reached the extreme point of penetration, I still forced my body against hers, and she her hip against mine. We were almost glued together. Like a possessor I had taken possession of his body and wanted to demarcate my territory with my sperm. I started movements and in minutes enjoyed it, exploding a fucking enormity, my desired territory was definitely marked. I remained with the stick in place for a moment longer, and felt her laughing again as she let out one small breath of satisfaction from the female who had been enjoying herself by getting what she wanted and dreamed about at that time. We both knew we'd won this little game of giving and receiving full pleasure. I stood there with my stuck-up stick slowly softening up; it was dripping down through the edges mixed with her juice and my saliva. She took a light satisfied breathe. So I got up and went back to bed also soft and happy. I woke up the next day with sunlight coming in through a locked window, and she awoke at about the same time.
- Did you like sleeping here uncle? I loved it! It was more peaceful and had a beautiful dream. I'm still worried about my father, but I know that everything is fine with him, and I feel more relaxed with you here at home.
He went up to my bed and kissing me softly on the face left the room, and I stood there dreaming and levitating about the night that had been.
This story is real and not a dream as it may seem at first glance, and I publish and disseminate it as a way of thanking while also honoring the cute and delicious women that I love and admire since my childhood. And here among us, don't consider me any different from others because you think maybe they are too much alike.
Down with xenophobia and long live Fernando Botero!!