♪ I'm the one who loves you ♪

My name is Carlos, I'm 44 years old, 1.80, thin, 81 kg and today I'm going to tell how becoming a horn was the best thing in my relationship. I'm a lawyer and I have a very successful office in our city, I met my girlfriend when she started interning at my company and it was certainly the passion, after all, I never married, I always enjoyed my life and dedicated myself to my career and never wanted to have children, for these and other reasons, at 42 I was still single and childless. I had been dating Celinha for a little over two years when things started to cool down. I was her first man, she came from a humble family, the eldest daughter of three sisters (there was a two-year difference between the three of them). Although she was a crazy thing (19 years old, 1.60m, 45 kg, blonde with straight hair, big brown eyes, a little face that went from angel to devil, medium to large nipples, a super tight bundle, finally, a princess, a charm) I no longer had as much stamina as at the beginning of the relationship. I think the same was true for her present. I did not understand how she had lost stamina for such a beautiful girl. As we still liked each other, Celin even more than I, because she always surprised me with declarations of love and in order to talk, I tried to agree and we had to improve our relationship situation a little more. We started to do some exciting little games, like force climbing in dangerous places, with someone nearby. Our climbing really improved, and our intimacy as well. I already called her a whore, piranha, gunwoman and she fought back with boy, faggot, cocksucker and other bastards. We watched porn films, and our fantasies began to appear more. We mostly fantasized with a third person in bed. Sometimes I said that I was eating another, that I would eat another in front of her, that I was making her crazy, eating her friends, and she loved it, had fun like a little whore. But she also said the opposite, she fantasized that it was happening to everyone, that it was easy, that it was so good to take, that I was horny and I liked it too. By this time we were living together, Celina was already spending part of my apartment. Over time, the fantasy that excited us the most changed from me with another to her with another or others. I started buying some magazines with erotic stories and sexual classifieds and searching for stories on the Internet on the subject of "cuckold". We loved the stories with whores and horns. And Celinha also began to admire the ads. When she saw a guy with a really big dick, she said, "I'd give it to him!" Since I had been her first boyfriend, she had never tried another dick. And she often talked about giving it to a guy with a really big dick, like from the ads and some movies. Not that I have a small dick, it is 16 cm long by 5 cm in circumference, measured by herself, but she talked about more than 20 cm. I started to get jealous, suspicious of everything. I confused fantasies with reality, I thought she was giving it to everyone. But I put my head in place, there was no evidence of that. She still seemed to love me, she only had those fantasies. I confessed to her my jealousy and concern about her fantasies, and during a frank conversation she said that she loved me, but she had her fantasies. And he said something that was, at first, a cold shower, but that over time left me more confused, with jealousy and thirst: Celinha: - Carlos, first of all, I love you, you are and always will be the man of my life, I don't think about living without you, you give me the incentive to be who I am, to study, to bank our apartment and our stewardships, you make me evolve as a woman and respect me above all, and you climb nice with me, make me laugh, make everything perfect. Your dick is not small, it's nice, great, but don't shake me, it seems that I don't get full! I wanted to try a really big dick that would make me burn, shake, skinned, that would really fuck me, I want to feel a bang of a giant dick! I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I was angry, but it wasn't her fault. She was being sincere. And realizing that I wasn't comfortable with it, she tried to fix it by saying that it wasn't such an important fantasy and that size really shouldn't make much of a difference. Even after a few months, Celinha's words were still in my head. I remembered that and was angry, but at the same time, I was excited by the humiliation of my girlfriend having to give to another to satisfy herself. I tried to avoid fantasies during our climbs, but I couldn't. She didn't have to open her mouth much in the mouthpiece, she sucked without difficulty, swallowed my 16 cm to the heel. She seemed to need something bigger. When I penetrated her too, the stick went in easily. She was calm, like someone who would endure and want more. I ended up betrayed by my own fantasies, and took the initiative, asking if she didn't want something bigger. She was a little jealous because of my jealousy that she sometimes showed, but she ended up giving in and releasing her fantasies. When I was on all fours, she hesitated like a whore: If you don't have the guts to fuck me, at least try to fuck me hard. Mommy and Daddy used to say to me with affection and in a naughty little girl's way: I love you too much, but a nice girl like me can't be without a big cock. I need to be clogged, full. And I had to agree. A cat like that deserved the best possible climb. At the end of the climb, if I got a little jealous, she said it was just a fantasy, a little game that made our climbs more fun. And for some time it was really just fantasies, I didn't even feel that much jealousy anymore, and my mistrust had already decreased a lot. Celinha switched from a private college to a federal university and started sharing an apartment right next to the university with a colleague who also studied there. Now we saw each other on weekends and my jealousy and suspicion increased a lot. We began to argue frequently, mainly because of the friendships she made in this new university. Her new roommate Cynthia, who, from what she told me, was a real tramp, gave for half the room and had her favorite sticks (the well-endowed ones). I got very angry. She argued with Celine, saying tell me who you are dating, that I will tell you who you are. She claimed that she was already an adult, knew what she was doing, did not have to do everything that the other did. I ended up swallowing the frog and decided not to care anymore about her new friend. I met Cynthia personally on a visit I made to the Cell. I tried to be nice so as not to make a mess, and I left the two friends at ease. After drinking a little you could see that Cynthia was naughty, very common, completely different from my girlfriend. She commented on the various lovers with the greatest naturalness, saying that guy or guy were good in bed. And ended up making a comment that made my girlfriend uncomfortable, saying that this Beto Bituca was her favorite. That the guy had the biggest dick she had ever seen. After a while, I took up the matter with Celinha, who told me that she had already seen the guy with Cynthia, and that she had lent her apartment to them a few times. She said that Cynthia once came to college walking with her legs open, and that she even knew what had happened. The worst thing is that this subject always came up again, Celinha always had something to say about Cynthia with that Bituca who was married, but who cheated on his wife with Cynthia and several others: - Cynthia said that Bituca's dick is this big! What's that got to do with you? The other day I came to the apartment and she was shouting at her face, I got to know from her that he had pulled up her ass. I said , " Shit . " Well, I told her I was going to the library and it would take a while, and she took advantage of it, only I got there too early. These stories drove me crazy, and yet she sometimes lets something slip out: - He's a short guy, hard to believe he has such a big dick, must be exaggerating it. I was dying of jealousy of this closeness between Celinha and that Bituca, but as I was without arguments when she said that the guy was her friend's case, which had nothing to do, I ended up leaving it there. One weekend, Celinha told me that she had a bad fight with Cynthia, that she didn't want to talk to her anymore, and that even Cynthia had left the apartment they shared together and moved to another one, leaving my little blonde alone, which for me was a relief, but she couldn't really tell me why. Cynthia ended up calling my mother-in-law's house, saying that Celinha was a tramp and so much more and that I should open my eyes. I didn't worry much, I knew that this was what could be expected from such an ordinary girl, and that now I wouldn't have to worry about her bad influence on Celinha. With that, the matter of Cynthia and Bituca died. I started arguing less with cell, and we had sex again every weekend like before. We had sex again as usual, but when I tried to start fantasizing, asking if she wanted a big dick, she was uncomfortable, it wasn't like before, she didn't talk about it anymore. And she started asking for more anal sex, which she liked, but it had never been her preference. She avoided conventional sex. And sometimes she complained only that I put my thumb on her little hand. I was already suspicious when I found a paper with the name Bituca and a mobile number in her bag. I was done, I thought about ending it, about fighting, but I didn't have any proof yet, despite the evidence, I even thought about getting revenge on her 17-year-old sister who was always giving me a hard time and is just as hot. She claimed that she had been there since before the fight with Cynthia, that I was paranoid. It could be, but I wasn't sure about anything else, I was completely unsure. Since I knew about her class schedules in college, I decided to come by surprise at a time when she would probably be home. I was at the door of her apartment around 7 pm. I rang the doorbell and heard Celina talking to someone saying that she would come to answer. She opened the door and when she saw me she was astonished. And a male voice from the room asked who she was. I entered without saying anything, she was trying to explain herself. I went to her room, there was a guy lying on her bed, shrotted tact and shirt. Without the guy, she was desperately trying to explain herself too. I told him that I had nothing to do with him, that I wanted to talk to her. We went to the room, and Celina and I stayed in the room, and I lost her voice: - Is that the one from Bituca? Cellina: Yes. (She said looking at the ground with tearful eyes) I had tears in my eyes, I couldn't say anything at the time. that she didn't have to be like this, that she loved me, that it was just an adventure, that she'd never done it before, that she'd never do it again, she apologized to me countless times. Me: Is that why you didn't want to climb with me, why you avoided giving me that bouquet for 3 weeks? She continued with that expression of regret, looking at the floor, and did not answer me. I asked again: - Is that why? "Yes", she replied, looking into my eyes. I was filled with an indescribable rage, but at the same time I began to get excited about the situation. Me: - Was he everything you expected? - I don't think we should be talking about this... - Was it or wasn't it? Are you satisfied? My anger and my cravings grew stronger and stronger, and my heart felt like it was going to explode. Me: - So you just wanted to do anal, right? I've come to like it more with you. It's more fun to do it with you. Me: "Are you more anal with me, or is it because you had your little leather sketch on?" I was upset. With an erection I'd never felt before. She didn't answer me. She just came over and kissed me on the mouth, apologizing to me and saying that I was the man in her life. I couldn't resist. She took my stick, which was hard as a rock on top of my pants, rubbed it a little, very lightly, and said: - Wait here and I'll be right back. And when she went to the room where the guy was, which until this moment, the door was closed. She started talking to him and I couldn't understand, because when she came in she also closed the door. Until she called me. I went into the room and I was introduced to who I preferred not to have met. It was a guy much shorter than me, should be about 1.70 meters, was not a good look, was out of shape, a normal guy, should not be more than 25 years old. The guy didn't say anything, and I did too. The only one was Celinha. I didn't believe what she started to do. The guy seemed not to believe either. She took off his shorts, took his, began to punch him, squatted down, and began to punch a little hard. The famous B stick seemed to be a little bit low, but I think the fat guy was still there, and he kept getting closer to her, he just grew a little bit thicker, since his head was fixed on my mouth, he didn't grow a little bit thicker, he was a normal guy, he was a normal guy, a normal guy, a normal guy, a normal guy, a normal guy, a normal guy. I have to suck yours a little to rest. His is too big, it hurts my mouth. While she was sucking mine, the guy kept rubbing his dick in her face, like he wanted her to suck his again. And she 'd say to him: You know that I like to suck big cock, and I have to suck my husband's too, don't you? She was poking his dick while she was sucking mine. His dick must have been about the size of her forearm (it was a little shorter in length, but it was thicker) and she couldn't wrap her hand around it. The guy was hallucinating and pulled her by her hair to stand up. She protested a little, but leaned back on the desk and grabbed that little bundle offering herself to be penetrated, putting one leg on the desk and leaving the other on the floor. She was in her underwear, with the black miniskirt on top, leaving the little bundle out. The big guy had a jump that made it snap even more. She was so tight that you could see her little bundle behind her. He'd stick his dick in the little pink part of her face, which was soaked like I'd never seen it before, and it'd go all the way down her legs, and it was all in front of me, less than half a meter away, and I'd play it slowly, see it all in minute detail, and I couldn't believe that all of that was going to fit in her, she seemed too small for all of that, and she guessed what I was thinking, talking like a little whore: Celinha: - Are you thinking that it won't fit? Then keep looking. You'll see how I endure you, like a little whore, your little whore (at this moment I noticed the expression on Bituca's face that Bituca got a bit jealous of her words) The guy started sticking his head in, pushing the lips of her little face in. She moaned softly, seemed to be making an effort to endure. He gave her time to get used to it, kept sticking his head in and out. When she seemed to have gotten used to it, he forced and stuck everything else in at once. She shouted a little and began to moan a little louder. I couldn't believe that it fit in her little hand. And she still teased me: "I didn't say it would fit everything, now clog it up, fuck me, Bituca, fuck me with that pause so he can see how I like it". And Bituca already pumped hard, leaving her wifey red. She shouted, saying that she was being dragged, that his stick was hitting the bottom, that what was a real stick. And Bituca who was quiet began to speak too: Bituca: - Dude, your girlfriend is a piranha. I've never seen anyone love a big dick so much. After she saw my dick she wanted to give it to me all day. She won't stop until it's all skinned. And this was slowing down the speed of the bombs so that they could catch their breath. She asked him to take it out, saying that it was now my turn. I took a position behind her and started to put it in. Her little finger was noticeably wider and, you could feel it, a little wider. As soon as I put it all in, she started to roll: I have to roll or I won't feel your right dick. That's why big dick is good. You can feel everything inside. I started pumping faster and calling her a piranha, to which she quickly replied: Celinha: "Piranha indeed! And you are a horn! You always knew that I was a whore, that I wanted a big dick. Now whoever has a big dick will eat me, and in front of you! Now it's enough! Take that stick away from where I want to be carried! I was almost joking, even more with her talking about it, but I took the stick out. This Bituca lay down on the bed and stood with his dick pointed at the ceiling. Celinha took out what was left of his clothes and went to sit on that chest. She opened her little finger and was trying to make the stick go in. She was soaked, and still the stick was slipping with difficulty. After a lot of moaning, she was already with the stick all in and began to ride. She began to shout a lot, calling the guy a cocksucker, calling me a horn, so I think she was joking. She slowed down, she had actually joked like I had never seen, and Bituca pushed her and put her on four and stuck with it, without preparing everything and protested: - Slowly, because you know it hurts! I don't think it did much good, because he started pumping really fast and really hard, making her scream like she'd never screamed at me before. The scene was humiliating, but it gave me an incredible boner. My girlfriend/girlfriend/wife getting a stick that big, getting blows that made her whole body vibrate and her breasts sway in the air, screaming like she was being raped, finally, really fucked, the way I've always wanted to and never been able to do. And then she started screaming that she was going to get fucked again. I couldn't believe it! When she fucked me, she had a good time getting fucked again, and seldom could she get four fucked again. But it was true, she was fucked, and it felt like an even stronger fucked than the first one. Because he humiliated me, but she was even more excited that he was fucked with me, and she announced that he was going to get fucked with her. And I was even more impressed with the fact that I was going to get fucked with that giant thing. And I wasn't even more impressed with it. I was envious! In addition to having a huge dick the face looked like a hose! Celinha turned her face back to enjoy the spectacle. He gave several splashes, maybe eight or nine, I don't know, but they were many and all powerful and full. He splashed even in the back up to hair and almost did not go on her face. She was bathed in sperm, which ran down her back. "Wow, that's a lot of shit", she said softly, panting, in a tired voice. Bituca fell down on the bed and she was still in the same position, with her bundle pulled up and breathing heavily. I said that I wanted to make fun of her too and I went closer with my dick to her little sketch. Celinha came a little forward, as if trying to escape: Celinha: "Put it on my ass then. I can't take it anymore, stick your stick in my ass, my love, please, my kiss is burning". I desperately thrust my stick into her butt and began to pump it all. She only let out a little scream as the stick entered and then remained indifferent, just with the gasping breath and swaying with the kicks I gave. It seemed that even by putting it on her butt I could not make the same impact that Bituca's stick made on her xotinha. I always liked to have fun outside, just to lick her out of the way, but I ended up having fun inside her butt, even. I preferred not to take the time to not go through another unpleasant comparison, even though my build was above normal, I enjoyed it very much, almost as much as Bituca, filling her butt drain that went to the sides in contrast to that hill of stick that was falling behind her. She also loved falling in the middle of the bed, and then turning to the other side, and staying in my butt, and she also punched me, and whimpered until I got to my little man, and I said that it was a pleasure to make any move. Bituca seemed even more envious, now she was paying more attention to me. So he got up, a bit awkward, saying that it had been nice, but that he had to go away. Celinha took his dick, which was in the sock pump, sucked his head still running fuck, swallowed and said looking at him: - Then we'll climb more. Now no one has to hide anything anymore. He finished dressing, said goodbye and left. Cell came to lie beside me again. He began to punch my stick and spoke all affectionately: You like being a horn, I like being a whore. Yeah, and she'll still be a whore, but always in front of me, and I don't want anything without me around. Celinha: "It's all right. I love you. I don't want to hide anything from you anymore. But get ready, you see? Because now that I know how good it is, I'll be more and more a whore. If you have a big dick in the game, I'll give it! You'll be my horny little whore Celinha's husband! You'll have to accept me giving up everything that's fucked up! Because if you love me you'll want me to have fun, that I'll be satisfied, won't you? After the threesome that I didn't think would ever happen when I went to her apartment, we went to take a shower, I was still horny and Celine noticing started sucking still in the bath, we ran naked and wet to bed and went on, when I got into her still skinned pocket she made a face of pain, she was busted but I didn't even want to know, the more face of pain, the more horny I got, I got nice, Celine released more and more liquid from her pocket, we were having the best sex ever, until I announced that I was going to enjoy, ejaculating still everything I had inside the broken and skinned pocket of my little blonde. After our second sex that day, she confessed to me that she had indeed "stolen" Cynthia's Bituca, but that it hadn't been planned, and that, as a bituca, she kind of regretted the exchange since Cynthia was giving him her ass and she would never have had the courage to stick her colossus up her butt. I questioned why she got mad about it, since Carlinhos was married, but she said the reason was that it had been hidden from Cynthia. After that night, our relationship became stronger every day, today Bituca left our lives, we still had several meetings with him, but he never really enjoyed my presence mainly because Celinha was always sexual with him and affectionate with me, but we lived other stories that I will tell in the near future.