Reports: Coincidences

I believe that a good portion of the men in my generation during their teenage years ventured into brothels or even low-rent areas seeking easy, timely and cheap sex. Of course it wasn't any different with me; what was different were events after this visit to said area. Possessing a few financial resources derived from salary, I took advantage of one Saturday afternoon to go to the place located in the old city center; you may find it unusual but according to reliable sources at that time this was the best time for success since some professionals used to start their activities as soon as the sun went down (hence the nickname <unk>mariposas<unk>). There I was circling like a sleeping ox in the pasture when I saw an interesting brunette walking as if she were looking for something; I filled my chest with courage and went to approach her, her name was Luzinete and did not waste time opening the game by realizing my hesitation. Hello love! Do you want to make an appointment? <unk>, she asked in a friendly tone already amending price and conditions; Luzinete as I said was a brunette with red-dyed hair and whitish roots, thick lips and large brown eyes who that day wore a dress printed with flowers on dark background, high heeled sandals and a purse pulling. She did not waste time agreeing to the terms and she asked me to accompany her; few meters from where we were she entered through a wooden door surmounted by a sign announcing it is a hotel. Following his instructions I paid the room rate to a bald fellow with few friends' expression seated behind a counter who in return handed over the key of the room to Lucille, who began climbing up the noisy wooden staircase being followed by me; as soon as we entered the room she closed the door, asked for her advance payment and told me to take off my clothes; I took the money and gave it to her then to stand naked watching while she did the same. Luzinette even had a handsome body with medium-sized breasts still somewhat steeply stood endowed with prominent beaks crowned by large aureolas of darker complexion, a bouquet with big lips and few hairs and a rollicking but slightly drooping butt. Without wasting any time she pushed me into bed, curling up over my body and taking care to guide my pistol in the right direction with one of her hands; the first sitting was stupendous causing enormous impact on my body which vibrated without stopping and soon followed by a series of very intense movements up and down until she rests her hands upon my chest flexing her legs sideways against mine and resuming new motions raising and lowering her buttocks using her pelvis as if it were a stake-out; from the way that she played her roles Luzinette supposedly intended to win I made some easy money figuring that a young man like me with blossoming hormones and first-time anxiety wouldn't take long to make fun of it. Unfortunately this did not happen as I was very hot, but also with expectations under control knowing well what to look for in that situation; and soon sweat burst through the pores of Luzinete's body who already felt some pain arising from his effort. "If you want I can stay on top so that you make less effort", I suggested with a gentle tone of voice and rhythmic breathing. I stood on top of her and buried my pistol deep with the first movement listening to her whimpering softly and undertook a series of very intense, profound pelvic movements still taking advantage to suck the beaks from her breasts. Some time later I could see that Luzinete had enjoyed orgasms that shook her body, but as a good professional in the field did not give up, choosing to remain in the position of who has the situation under control, which didn't last long, because at one point she began moaning asking me not to stop punching the parrot inside his cave, whose torrid humidity testified that my effort resulted in an orgasmic succession taking over Luzinet's body. And when at last I was seized by bodily announcements of the inexorable approach to my orgasm, I intensified still more the blows until muscles tightening deeply and feeling my pistol pulse vigorously as it poured into Luzinette's bottle a voluminous load of hot and thick sperm; upon receiving it, Luzinete did not contain a long groan also stretching her muscles enjoying an ultimate pleasure that put her out of combat; although I wished to savor this moment more than outside my climb, I had to push myself so she could jump out of bed and run towards the bathroom where she took a shower. On the way back she tried to get dressed rather quickly by acting as if I wasn't in the room, but even then there was not a hint of spice on my expression when she put her panties in her bag and sat down at the edge of the bed to sharpen her sandals. "Look, brat, this is not for you to go around thinking ..., but it was fucking good shit!" "Be smart, see?" she warned as we left the hotel <unk> you seem to be a good boy and man of the future ..., don't waste your time and money coming here looking for what many women around are drooling over! Without waiting for an answer, Luzinete turned away from me and went on her way; with Saturday afternoon already losing its beating to the night cloak I prepared myself to take the bus back home and upon arriving at the boarding station (predecessor of the bus terminal), I saw a scene that caught my attention; near the point there was a couple in full thrashing and grabs far beyond tolerable for the time running the risk of being warned by a police officer who passed in the vicinity; however what really drew my attention was that the woman given over to public enjoyment was someone I knew. Her name was Yvonne, she lived very close to my house and married a guy who worked as a bus collector on the same line; obviously that guy putting his tongue in her mouth wasn't her husband! Immediately I did everything so that she would notice my presence even if it were slightly distant and as soon as Yvonette noticed my presence reacted promptly by pushing the subject away from her and pretending nothing had happened; this person when he saw himself passed over said something unheard then walked away with an air of disdain. Of course, with the arrival of the bus Ivonete was apprehensive knowing that I would be among the passengers and immediately tried to climb facing her husband; she didn't have to go through the seating area and sat down on the bench next to her husband lowered his head and once again pretending not to know me. At that time I worked with my father who was a mechanic and had his own workshop while my mother was a door-to-door saleswoman, which facilitated too many opportunities to be alone at home; and it is because of this that I invented an essay week story in school so as not to go to work. Leaving my house, I walked down the street a little more than one hundred and fifty meters until I found the high iron gate leading to the side corridor that bordered the six villas on the same plot of land. I walked down the corridor always careful not to attract attention, since I knew that in other residences there were residents but at this time of day everyone was engaged in their tasks requiring from me only silent passages; I finally reached my destination and with a bigger stick face gave some punches on the door. "What do you want?" asked Ivonne as soon as she opened the door and saw me in front of her. For a moment I said nothing, preferring to enjoy the sight of that chubby woman with her breasts in only one sweater whose fabric revealed a naked silhouette; just by looking at it my cock hardened into fury pulsating inside the bermuda. "My husband is not here! If anyone sees you here..., has he ever thought?" she babbled gesturing with arms to disguise and trembling which had taken over his body. This situation where I was in control filled me with expectations and also typical teenage audacity, but on the other hand I had an absolute sense that time might not be in my favor every minute was crucial to my delight. - Then let me in, bitch! <unk> I replied with an emphatic tone and firm posture <unk> So no one sees us out here! Ivonne hesitated for a moment, looking over my shoulder and sideways until she finally gave up pushing the door open to let me in. "Look", I explained..., what you saw was not at all what you were thinking"... She stuttered trying to disguise what I had actually seen, proving that I controlled the situation and could do as well as I wished; it left her spending saliva vainly delighting herself with an opportunity on hand and waiting for the right time to give the final blow. - Ah! Shut up, bitch! And take off that sweater right away! <unk> I said raising my voice and shutting down Yvonne's litany which became mute by pretending to cry <unk> Stop with this freshness! Stay naked for me or you know what can happen! Yvonne kept up the pretense, but did not disobey me; she took off her sweater and became naked before my gluttonous eyes. I felt the pistol pulsate louder and tried to waste no time by lowering the bermuda and exposing the rigid tool in front of the woman who suddenly ceased whining exhibiting a greedy expression handing over the tray situation to me; after getting rid of my clothes Ivonete let out some hysterical screams. - What are you waiting for to grab my dick? <unk> I asked keeping the rhythm of clutches <unk> go, little bitch! Get that pistol which I know you like! With insecure gestures, she took my pistol in her hands feeling its rigidity and also examining its dimensions while I was taking care to alternate the pinches with suckers on the nipples causing more fuss at the woman who struggled not to scream and thereby attract the attention of the neighborhood. "Gosh! He's so hard! And he is quite fat, isn't it? Has anyone ever sucked you?" She asked surrendering to the passion that dominated his body and senses. -No, no one has ever done that! <unk> I responded with an emphatic tone already putting aside the air of coffee vest and surrendering to desire. Without answering, Ivonete knelt down after a few licks that made me tremble with horny the bitch made my cock disappear inside his mouth ..., it was an indescribable sensation that impacted on my body with shivers going up and down at the same time as my muscles tightened then relaxed to become contract causing waves of pleasure which varied my body and clouded my mind; however much I had seen this in old pornographic magazines handled among young people my age, what Ivonne gave me at that moment had no comparison and more That I wanted to maintain the punk stance by using a married woman, what was left now was an experienced female having fun with a teenager still unprepared for life's treats. The sucking accompanied by many caresses on my balls and licks of the rosary made up a unique sensory symphony. I let Ivonne delight in sucking my pistol and noticing her greediness, I suspected that it was something she did not do with the usual desirability, revealing that her husband didn't usually accept this gesture by denying him the pleasure he seemed to enjoy while sucking and licking my stick; after a long time I grabbed his hair pulling his face away from my instrument observing its expression of dissatisfaction with my gesture. <unk>Now is the time to fuck this little bitch!<unk> , I announced energetically as she stared at me with an apprehensive look. I don't take the pill and can not get pregnant ... otherwise you have seen, right? My man kills me! We went to the room and Yvonne threw herself on the bed spreading her legs in an inviting gesture; I looked at that smooth, plump mouthpiece and felt fulfilled; climbed upon it which took care of guiding my dick towards its cave asking me to put without mercy; tightened the roll as deeply as possible with a vigorous pelvic movement causing such impact that Yvonette did not contain a shrill scream; when I started beating with the aid of waist and pelvis I sensed this bucket was much tighter than Luzinete's which caused an even more intense and pleasurable feeling expanding my des sensory fruit and impose an even more forceful vigor on my movements. It didn't take much effort to make the adulterous bitch get her first orgasm which was widely celebrated by succumbing as soon as the second overtook..., and then a third ..., and more another ..., and another! I did not know whether all that pleasure was product of my performance or if the whore hadn't enjoyed it for a long time and now unleashed all its repressed desire, but this was of no importance in view of the situation full of lust we were involved. I continued to fuck that hot, wet poop pushing movements ever more vehement and profound delighted in hearing the treacherous bitch moan and scream with horny. At the height of my performance I felt that a merciless delight was coming over me, forcing me to warn Yvonne about what would inevitably happen and who in response shoved me across her shoulders pleading with me not to sneeze into it; I gave a sarcastic smile speeding up my kicks until experiencing the first spasm which made me jump backwards pulling out my partner's pistol from its syringe-like jelly, ending our diversion with an eloquent punch line culminating in profuse ejaculation as jets of sperm were hurled in all directions while Yvonette cowered on his bed seeking refuge unwanted spitting. Without wasting any time, I tried to get myself together while the bitch was doing the same thing begging me to leave before we were discovered. "Get out of here before my stepdaughter arrives! The devil hates me and loves making a skull for her father!" commented Ivonne in an alert tone with concern. - Here's the deal, you little bitch. I replied with a strong tone of voice: "I am leaving but rest assured that I will come back to fuck this whore as she deserves!" - Don't come back tomorrow, no! <unk> she begged with a pleading tone. <unk> Come later because tomorrow is Josivaldo's day off and he stays at home directly ..., just wants to know about eating and sleeping! I agreed to his request and left; on the way home, I noticed a teenage girl about seventeen years old rubbing herself in some gauze hidden behind the wall that closed off the side of this horizontal cork box.