Former NAMORADS I

Former NAMORADS I
Today, I'm a mature woman who is happily married to my partner but has lots of sexual fantasies and spends much of her free time imagining erotic situations.I often browse the Internet looking for exciting news and recently made virtual friendships with another adult female like me.We exchange intimate photos, write about our lives and sexuality as well as talk about former lovers. The exchanging of messages, always erotic in content, made me remember my sexual antics and so I decided to write down everything with as much detail as possible. Let's start from the first one. Before that though, I had a few girlfriends. I remember that one night a boy, after we had danced and I already felt the hard little chicken poking my pussy over his clothes took me to a darker place away from other people's sight and started working out. It was so nice...I could feel the "hard" bit rubbing itself on me, he wanted to take off his pants, I wouldn't let him ...He asked me to put my hand inside of his trousers ... I studied at night and helped her with work during the day. It didn't take long for me to find a boyfriend whom we will call "E". He had a car, he would pick me up before our last evening class was over so that we could date in his car somewhere dark. In just a few weeks our friendship evolved rapidly and I remember the first time I let him touch my little boobs directly underneath my blouse. How delightful it felt to feel this warm hand! So when he opened these buttons it wasn't difficult. For the first times ever, I felt a hot wet mouth sucking on my nipples. I think if he'd waited a little longer, I would have had fun without at least touching my booty. We stayed that way until the next date. Sucking titties became frequent and one more night you know how it is... as long as he tried to let some curious naughty hand get underneath my skirt. Feeling his caresses on my thighs ... putz, what heat did I feel! When I felt his hand in my panties I wanted to run away but it was too late... an unashamed finger went into the side and reached for my pussy. Well... He tried to put me in, I moaned and said that I was a virgin. He kept caressing me... Kissing my mouth, sucking on my nipples ... what excitement! When he realized that I would make fun of him took one of my hands and "forced" me onto the stick over his trousers. No denying it, I felt crazy when something approached which I didn't know yet... I felt my skin creep up and made fun for the first time in my life! I had heard about how cute he is but did not know he was so good like this. If I knew then I would have left before. After making fun I became completely soft for some time. I came to my senses when he opened the zipper of his pants and tried to put my hand in it. It scared me, so I pulled my arm away from this "dangerous object". RS: From that night onwards I was eagerly waiting outside school for him to caress me with those lovely little fingers. He would ask me to hold his stick but I said I didn't feel ready yet. So while he made fun of my toes, I punched myself and enjoyed himself on paper napkins. Even though he did this next door, I wouldn't look directly at my penis or allow much advancement. It became normal that I took off my panties so he could caress me better, but I kept the skirt on. One night he said it was unfair of me and wanted to feel pleasure too and stuff like this. I fell into reality and realized my selfishness. I don't know why I had been afraid in such a way! He made fun of me once again and seeing my inertia, my lack of action, started the car for us to go away. I interrupted him and told him I would try. His eyes sparkled. Turned off the car, reclined his seat and, as every man who survived, opened up his pants and threw himself at the animal very hard. He showed it to me and, although he didn't say anything, seemed to be saying: "Look what I have for you! I looked but did not take any action. He took my hand and brought it to the hard stick. When I felt the first contact my heart raced... when I hugged that with my fingers I thought I would get a cardiac arrest. The stick was neither big nor thick, even though at that time I had no idea of its size, but it filled my hands and was very moist. He held my wrist and taught me how to move my hand up and down. I saw his head disappear and appear ... What a beautiful thing! He asked me to suck it and I took my hand away, saying that's not what I would do. So he complied with the request, so I grabbed him again. Then I started punching his hard, mushy cock until he announced his pleasure in making fun of me. He picked up a napkin and covered his head - I couldn't see! Too bad! When he was done laughing at me, he became all soft, numb. How nice to see a man satisfied. Minutes later, he said that he would return my affection. I thought about my little fingers once more, but then he surprised me by saying: "I will be sucking on this pussy till you fuck her into my mouth!" I got scared and told myself I wouldn't let go. Ahh... how stupid I would have been back then! Rs Well, he then said that we would do as usual but in a different position. He slid my seat back and knelt on the floor of the car completely pressed right in front of me. I kept both legs together and facing towards the door - I was apprehensive but let him suck his little nipples from my breasts and again felt his daring thumb on my lips. I felt my hands pressing against the sides of my knees and soon afterwards, my tongue slid into my hair... and... well... when it got to the hairs there was no turning back... at that time I was so goofy even though I already knew men licked women on their buttocks When I felt the tongue sweeping my xotinha from the cradle to near the kitchen, I stopped thinking... just enjoyed the pleasure that a language can give us, especially if it is between our thighs! rs. It fit between my open legs, pushed my feet up and had to support them on the dashboard of the car. Imagine my position <unk> fully engaged and he sucking, making noise with his tongue and lips licking my furry little one. The strange thing is that in previous times when he tried to stick his finger, I felt pain but the tongue went deep and did not cause me any discomfort <unk> only pleasure. I enjoyed it for a second and lost my senses. If he wanted "to catch me", he would have done so! From then on I made a habit of poking at his fingers and tongue. When my turn came I'd punch and watch the cane sneeze out the hot broth which often reached his chest. It was fascinating seeing the cane explode like that. After his mockery I, without him realizing it, rubbed my fingers wet with his milk between each other <unk> loved to feel my hand soaked in the cream of my cat One night, I remember well, he made me laugh on my palm and kept making a caress at the pinto all jammed. He felt tickling when I was rubbing the palm of my hand on his head <unk> I thought funny and insisted on scrubbing until he took off from me the paint that had already become soft. Then while cleaning himself, which he did not see put the tip of one finger into his mouth for taste. It was so little that I put two, then three fingers on it and finally licked my hand trying to pick up a bit of the cream <unk> I wanted to taste the thing after all one day maybe I would let him enjoy directly inside my mouth. The amount I could collect from between his fingers was small but enough for me to smell and taste. There were strange smells and tastes and I did not find them bad or good just different. A few nights went by and he asked again: Suck my cock...I want to feel your mouth! Who can resist such a request? Although I was already finished and just waiting for a new request. Before I answered, he sat down on the reclining bench and offered me that meal. I lowered myself... got very close and could then smell the male's scent ... caught it, squeezed, felt in my hand the warmth, pulled skin exposing his head ... I looked fascinated and moved my hand when he asked: "Kiss him! "I went slowly and gave a light seal to the tip and as I would move away from my face, he pushed the stick rubbing it into my lips. It was enough to have my lips wet with masculine lubricant. I licked undercover and tasted my first...my first male! Loved it. I bent down, opened my mouth and let him push my head down. It was hot, wet, the taste was of-of-male--man's poop! In the evening, when I was in class at school for my last lesson, I would count down the minutes to leave because I knew that he'd have wonderful little fingers and tongue between his legs and also could make fun of me with my hands and mouth. After a while he said he wanted to joke around on my mouth. And then I got nervous; I didn't know if it would be nice but he told us we can try. It happened! I didn't want to make him sad, after all he would suck my cock like it was the tastiest of dishes until I enjoyed in his mouth. I wanted to give this pleasure to him but feared "paying a monkey". Rs When I felt the first jet on the sky of the mouth I panicked and wanted to lift up my head, but luckily he had both hands ready to stop me and held my head down. Then came the second jet...the third one...and many others ...I swallowed slowly enjoying that hot stew with strange flavor filling my mouth it was the explosion of pleasure from my macho, my first male that spewed delicious in my mouth... and I was responsible for such an explosion ... felt powerful to provoke this! Putz what a desire makes me remember these things! To even make love on pursuit. Days later he invited me to go to a motel, said that could not stand so much passion, that I was driving him crazy and stuff like that ... all those pressures and blackmail they do when you want "eat" us ... You know how it is ! Well, as long as he insisted I decided to put my fears aside and gave up At that time I had to reserve a day and an hour for the night period - he scheduled one Saturday evening, so we went. But it happened that we were in line of cars to get inside and I got chillique (is this how you spell?) and wanted to go back, threatened to cry...I don't know what came over me. I was willing to try again, but didn't have the heart to ask him for a motel -- I wanted him to insist on another one. It happened that next Saturday after lunch he invited me out for ice cream and as we were walking around town he asked where I would like to go. I was nervous, not denying it, but swore to myself that I wouldn't leave without giving in and being eaten... A friend of mine once commented she lost her "innocence" (another old expression!) on a Chevette. What luxury heim!? My girl badge (yet another one) got ripped off the back seat! Back then kids used to say stuff your gourd! Well, you know what? But fortunately for me, the place had natural lighting and I was able to see clearly in daylight that paintbrush which until then I'd only seen picked up and sucked at night sheltered by trees. I thought it was beautiful! It was white-colored and soon pulled my skin discovering a pinkish little head. The paint brush must have been about 14 or 15 centimeters long. Recalling his back then and comparing with my husband's now, his is thinner. A cute bag and brown hairy bush decorated all of this. We took off our clothes and went into the rear seat. Even though I was embarrassed that we were both naked in all this light, and he wanted to make a 69. We even tried it, but imagine 69 inside of an eraser. It didn't work, obviously. Then I said we should use condoms - he didn't have any and asked me about my last period. I told him that it would be no problem to do without a condom. He came over, opened up my legs (I was lying with one leg on the back of the seat and the other on the floor in the car) and started rubbing his head between my lips. I found this cuddle very tasty and tried to think only of pleasure not pain what paint could cause me. He would stick his head in, I'd complain of pain, he'd back off and kiss me with love and passion until I calmed down. Then he pressed again and despite my groans did not retreat any more. It felt as if something inside was slowly tearing apart - it hurt yes. I thought about giving up. But at the same time concluded: one day this will have to happen, better now than never. So I hugged him with my legs, kicked his heels on his ass and before pulling him into myself asked him to stop pushing all at once so that I could do the thing. As an older man who had a lot of experience, he just stood still and let himself be driven. I felt a sharp pain, moaned loudly, I think I screamed when I pulled him inside of me. I was still in pain but pleasure burst out replacing the suffering. Then it got nice and he began to make short movements and I felt that I could even joke. But he laughed before me and I stood on his hand for the first time. I had some frustration about not joking. When I came home I noticed my panties were stained with a mixture of blood and sperm. I took a bath and went to sleep. For about two or three days I felt an annoying little pain, but it passed and made me feel like trying again. The second time on the back seat of my broomstick I was able to enjoy myself. From then on I started enjoying penetration because I knew that pleasure is guaranteed. Once his parents traveled for a weekend so we could have fun from Saturday afternoon until Sunday evening and there I appreciated attention with every detail of his body. I loved watching him walk around the house, pick up the stick, make it harden in my hand sucking, being sucked, getting into hot ... I don't know how many times, but it was a lot - we didn't even go out to eat. RS: I imagine that must be very hot for a man being the first of a woman, sticking his dick where no one has put yet. rs: They say men feel special excitement in "doing a squat" (old this!). Well, I stayed with that boyfriend for about a year -- long enough to completely strip me of my virginity. (There's this word?) It was very common in car trances - back then there wasn't so much insecurity dating in parking lots; they called it "the whorehouse", remember? Motels only occasionally -- the money was short. This boyfriend of mine used to call the stick "stick". It made me want to hear him say: Come cat, come suck my dick. Or when he wanted to suck on my cock he would ask: - Open your legs that I wanna suck this hot chihuahua. Oh what a delight it was to listen to these things! Of course I'd open up! He had a very nice tongue! Just remembering myself all sauce here underneath. Rs. In those days it wasn't common for me to shave off the chopsticks (I only did them in their sides so as to wear bikinis) and my little one always got hairy-he had to sweep with his fingers and look for my lips and groin. Seeing him with his mouth glued to my crack was very stubborn - I kept enjoying his tongue searching inside me. You know that telling you this reminds me that he never licked my ass, ever! In fact, this boyfriend of mine never asked for the bundle! And even though I knew to be sensitive in the little back ring I never offered it. Yes, but some have to offer, on the biggest stick face! They are so shameless! If the boyfriend does not ask she holds her own pin and points at your butt! How unashamed! Rs. I'm talking about a friend who did that! Ahhh.... if I had known how good it would have been I think! I don't think it was because we were afraid of getting hurt. One night, when we were at the mall, a police patrol came and lit up their headlights and ordered us to get out of the car. We put on our clothes and left in time, obviously. That sensation of being horny got suppressed because by the time the guards arrived we were close to having fun. Well, we had to go away. But as we approached my auntie's house where I lived, he parked underneath a tree for his last kisses, and as I said goodbye, he took my hand and placed it over his stick. I was surprised to see him still hard and moved when he asked: "Will you let me go like this?" I said that the place is dangerous and so on, but deep down I wanted it. I had already gotten out of the car when I heard a zipper opening sound. Looking back at myself, I saw how he threw away my object of desire. I looked at him, saying without much conviction that we shouldn't do it, that it was dangerous... He held his gun by its base, shook hands with me ... I didn't resist, went back to the car and started sucking it with a huge tarpaulin. After all, minutes before that police had "cut our cheap guy". He ordered me to turn around so he reached my fingers in his hands. Despite fear we were enormously horny and it wasn't long for him to make fun of me in my mouth. I swallowed every shot out and already at the last one I was able to take fun of his fingers. What an enjoyable time! I walked into the house with the taste of fucking on my tongue. Ahhh... how nice it was ... and how good it is to remember those good things that happened to us grandparents!? The month of July arrived and my parents, who lived somewhere in the countryside near a small town, said that I had to spend holidays with them, they were missing me etc. Of course I missed them too but I would rather stay in São Paulo living with my auntie and going out with my cat well... parental requests are not discussed especially one like this i went back there for vacation first week was nice miss all family and relatives i think it was at the beginning of second week when my boyfriend's longing pressed I missed him, the physical contact and kisses... the blowjob that always won me on my nipples of breasts... the footprint that gave me a hard cock... the smell... the taste... the tasty sucking I give to the stick... opening legs and feel the hard dick entering into the crotch... Wow! It's been days since I have not worked out and I am climbing up walls ... and backwards. Going back to the holidays on site: I remember that at night, I would lie down and couldn't sleep. I put my pillow between my thighs, rubbed a cane over my panties, stuck my hand in it, one, two or even three fingers into the crack... but incredibly enough, I could not finish. I found myself totally dependent on men. RS: Yes! During that year I studied little, but we had sex a lot, even if squeezed in the back seat of an iron and risking robberies, being stopped by police etc. Well, since sex doesn't help you get through school "I got laid"! Yeah, my boyfriend used to give me dicks, but this one I liked! At school it was not cool at all. Then my father found out. You know how grown-ups are don!? He called me and said that he would pick me up, I'd go back to the place with them and next year I was going to another school in a town near where they lived. I panicked. I thought about my boyfriend and I couldn't tell my father... Leaving the big city ... returning to the countryside ... everything frightened me but there was no way out, after all I had missed the academic year. I did not say anything to my friend and pretended that everything was fine. One day before my dad traveled to São Paulo I invited my cat for a date (I knew it would be the last time) and asked him to take me to a motel. I knew he didn't have any money, and neither did I. But somehow he found a way to do it, so that night I worked like crazy; when we left the house he even complimented me saying how delicious I was smiling on the outside but inside I felt sad because he knew we were going to be separated from each other; when he parked his car in order to leave me, we embraced one another, and I wanted to fuck again, want more, want to enjoy all I could get out of him considering that we were underneath the shade of a tree; He leaned over in the car and I grabbed his neck and we started a duel of tongues, body rubbing, hands entering inside clothes, blood boiling, whip wanting more...I took the initiative and kicked my hand on his dick and when it felt hard I lowered the zipper.He looked sideways as I wrestled with underwear that didn't want to release my toy.It cost me some time until I had him in sight ...hard and hot he was pointing at me ...pulling skin and discovered head shining like asking for a warm and wet place to hide . I didn't really care if we were on the street, so I left that worry to him. I could have kneeled down and sucked some of this deliciousness out, but I thought it would be a bit too much luck because after all we were in the streets. So I took advantage of my Indian-style skirt, lifted up the fabric at the front and tried to fit the stick between my thighs, but the height difference only allowed me to rub it against my bellybutton. He understood my wishes and came down from the gutter onto the asphalt. It was cool then - We were kissing and teasing each other, I was rubbing my thighs making out with the hot dick. Of course we didn't stop there! He put his hands underneath my skirt trying to pull off my panties he tried but couldn't so I had to help him and myself pulled her aside lifted one of his legs and let him stick it in my little girl who already waited for him eagerly even though she gave me a few tricks that night We started rubbing and rolling, but we ended up moving shamelessly like two good lovers: he standing on the asphalt with his legs closed, sticking out of his pants; I stood in the gutter open-legged, my skirt covering what could be covered. I myself could not resist and started to move backwards and forwards eating with my mouth the hard cock in search of another bite, one more spanking - I wanted to keep a little bit of it inside me. Maybe even if someone had seen our disfigurement, although it was early morning and the street was deserted, but at that moment what I wanted was more fun with my man, my male, who had been first. So much so we ended up having fun once again. I would have fallen down if he didn't support me, such weakness I feel in my legs. I shaved my panties while he kept his stick. We kissed one more time. Then he waited for me to come in the house and left. That night, I didn't take a bath or clean myself... at least not sit on the pot so that the hot broth I felt inside would drain out. I slept like this, all mouldy, licked with my cat's poop. Only the next morning did I try to wash up. I know good-byes are never pleasant ... nor do I want to tell you about it, but the street transaction was unforgettable and I couldn't help reporting it. You guys will be coming back later in the chapter. To anyone who liked what I wrote and wants to comment: