I 'm not going anywhere .

I 'm not going anywhere . I'll come back, dear readers, now to write a little more about my former boyfriends. You must remember that my first boyfriend was <unk>E<unk> from São Paulo who "took away my innocence" (rs); the second one is <unk>J<unk> from Ribeirão Preto with his big p.. and deep penetrations (ai... how it hurt - rs), and now I will write about Carioca, let's call him like this. Some time after me and J ended our relationship I felt lonely again, lacking men ... (rs). Lack of them made me 'easy', or rather easy prey for plantation predators. I was still working at that little shop mentioned in the previous story, and he was a kind of sales representative who started visiting me to sell clothes and... something else. Moreno wasn't handsome but exhibited a beautiful smile and conquering manner. It was on a Friday when I left college and went out with him. Right after closing the store I ran home, took a shower, whimsically washed my wig because I wanted to be ready for what would come or as my husband says "whoever it came ... A white T-shirt, no bra, a short skirt, little panties and high heels <unk> I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: if I were a man, I would certainly eat me! rs. We went to one of those snack carts that are very common in small towns and after satisfying our hunger for food we still had a hunger...for sex ...for men! No, I didn't play holier than thou. I let him drive "the thing" and soon there was the first kiss inside the same car. One kiss, two kisses, biting on earlobes, sucking on neck, hand on breasts... Ahhh..., how nice it was to feel, after a few months, a man's hand on my breasts! In no time at all were my legs rewarded with the tasty caress - he started from his knees and went up... and lifting the skirt ... and climbing ... until ... well, every thigh has an end isn't it!? And in my case they end right where my xotinha begins which that night already got wet underneath her panties. We found a way of raising the skirts to our waistlines and leaving my search available for the curious fingers of this brave ... and delicious man ! I felt as a bolder little finger entered through the side of my panties and reached for my pussy...a few more centimeters and found the beginning of the crack...a bit further down he can confirm the hardness that was causing me to slide freely in lubrication between lips ...Well, from between lips into my cozy little canal it was just a matter of breath! It's...the finger came right after an exhilarating sigh which I could not suppress. We were doing well until the place got busy. But even patience has a limit and then we start our "network" again. That time I was the most daring, after all, I stood at the door of a motel and soon would be naked with that little guy, also nude in a warm bed - there was no reason to try to be saintly. I went upstairs and even slightly ashamed hit my hand on his right thigh while we were kissing. Only my hand got too close to...the stick and he did exactly what I wanted him to do-took it and threw it over the object of my desires. What a tough bag! I tried, but couldn't get the zipper open and he had to help me. The "thing" was about to be put out when the line of cars moved on and finally we could go in - I held my curiosity for a few more minutes. We went into the room and headed straight for bed -- unrolled and driven by our excitement as we ripped off our clothes while getting even hotter; I got deliciously sucked dicks and bitten with wormwood, my belly button penetrated through wet tongue and eventually... my underpants ripped off with the teeth and my hairy little one smelled, kissed, licked and sucked competently by that crazy man! Delightful! Due to a lack of men I was feeling I could not even try to hold myself back - enjoy in the mouth of him who was giving me what I needed for so long: fun. And how pleasurable fun! He allowed me to rest a bit. A few minutes later I went again on attack. All he had left were his white panties, the only clothes which separated me from what I really wanted. Provocatively, he stood up on bed "forcing" me to kneel down. I pulled down my panties, making the poop explode already very hard. It wasn't big, nor super thick or heady... nothing special, just an ordinary stick ... but at that moment it was all mine and only mine! It had a dark brown color, almost chocolate and with one detail unlike any other - there was no skin covering its head, it was completely exposed and as you have heard: ready to use ! RS The smell of manhood was immediately picked up by my nostrils and quickly tried to taste on my tongue the flavor of this object so necessary for us women-I poured out the poo hungry, gluttonously! We lay down and continued to suck hard, I wanted to extract from it the juice, milk, tasty cream that is only found in a good tough stick of tasteful male! Gosh, I'm getting obscene! Rs. So much did I soaked that he before making fun announced: - If you continue to sucking me like this I will end up laughing in your mouth! I think he warned thinking that I would stop sucking. I was even more capricious and it didn't take long for me to hear the moan, the macho howl breaking out, pouring into jets of hot fucking inside my mouth. It was a warm, full-bodied cream that I swallowed with every splash. After many spasms, he gently pulled my face away from it (I didn't want to let go) and stopped sucking. They also get sensitive after having fun! A refreshing bath was enough for two young men to regain their strength and start a new battle. Ahhh... what a delightful feeling when I felt that chocolate-colored pica invade my vagina - neither big nor small, thin or thick, just very hard and delicious "my number". I remember we were doing the traditional mommy-and-daddy, and of course it had to be this one: four! And that's what all men like... and women love. It was in this position where we made fun once again - him inside me. In fact he asked as before if he could make a little joke about you too. he laughs inside... I want his fuck in me...! Well, if that wasn't exactly what I said at the time because I was more shy, today it certainly would be! All I know is that Carioca "visited" me every two weeks or so, always on Fridays. I thought very little of him but as I liked him for how he treated me and made fun of me I went ... accepting after all better to drip than dry!? Until one night when we came back from the motel, we stopped for a snack and -I don't remember why-he had to get out of the car to talk with the "seller". Out of curiosity, I touched the glove compartment in my car. I don't think I had learned that you should not touch what doesn't interest me. As it already happened during J.'s time, once again I found an underwear which I deduced he must have won from another girl at some other shop in a nearby town... who knows! But surely from someone else whom he would have eaten before me. I guess I was just one more among so many girls he took with him to cities through which he passed. I felt sad but made no comment - that night was our last meeting. I didn't want to be another one of the many he was eating. And also for health reasons, after all in those days they did not talk about AIDS and wearing condoms was a rare thing. Well, after Carioca another appeared and now I will write about him, a little face that I knew soon afterwards. As always happened when I was alone, lack struck again and then I was playing charmingly with the boys. There was a boy, that cute guy, which many girls wanted "to stay" - it is ... today this is how you speak! Pretty, nice car... Well, you know what it's like when a woman wants something they can hardly resist. Less than one week after I started the "attack" he called and we made an appointment to go out at night. Let's call him "G". He came out short, as I always liked to wear for teasing the boys, transparent blouse showing a cute bra, white panties, high sandals... But nothing very special, only what money from a little shop girl could buy ... At that time it was "hard". At eleven o'clock in the evening he arrived at the republic where I lived and we left. To my surprise, he took me to a small dark square where everything indicated that we would begin our workout! Even though I was slightly frustrated with the first kiss, it ended up being very longing. Tongue-to-tongue kisses in my ears (what a delicious shiver!... and soon my breasts popped out of my bra so they could be delightfully caressed, kissed, suckled, sucked! Ohh...delightful! Today I'm tense, and just remembering and writing down what happened feels like getting wet here amidst your thighs. It didn't take too much time and I easily let my panties come off. He rolled in his sandals and he was ready to help me. He leaned down and had the chance of him looking straight ahead at my wife as I helped unroll it. I think you must have even smelled her perfume! Rs. You know, isn't that how difficult it is to take off your panties wearing sandals while inside a car? I felt a little embarrassed then but let go with the first vaginal kiss. Putz, this expression is old heim!? So I will end up giving away my age. rs. Feeling cat lips on my hair caused me a delicious chill. Then feeling tongue searching for lips... I think I would have enjoyed it if he hadn't stopped licking me. Inexplicably, he interrupted the act and leaning back on his own bench took a pose in that way men usually do to throw their dick out of their pants and offer us! rs. He ordered: "Suck my cock, I can't stand it any longer!"I was going to protest but when I saw what he offered me. The creature stood hard pointing at the ceiling with its head still covered by skin and despite the dim light one could see that the tip was thicker than the stick. When he pulled out his skin and exposed the shiny top of it, I became silent! I wanted to inspect a little bit; after all, this is something worth putting up on posters in your room (rs), but he pushed me over the back of my neck so I had to open my mouth right away to wrap around him. I wanted to feel more, but he wanted a blow job. So I sucked it off. He was directing my movements and not long after that he announced the fun. I felt the first splash and then several others came - I swallowed each of them with female hunger in heat. I sensed that he hadn't enjoyed much, but it was nice anyway. Then... well, after having made fun of me he lay down on the bench giving the impression that I would be "sucking his finger". And this is exactly what happened. That night I had trouble sleeping. But after the first contact with G, that cute little cat and who made me "suck my finger", even thought not to see him anymore but you know how it is grandpa!? After so much time without fun I decided to try again when he called and we scheduled for nine o'clock in the evening. Then he took me to a dirt road and parked the car under a tree. I did not like it very much, but what do? We started our cuddling and soon we were naked in the car. I felt wet between my legs, really wet, ready for a male! So I took advantage of the kitten next to me and once again mentioned sucking on a hard cock. Once more, I smelled strongly at that male who stretched himself all over his car seat with his stiff stick open for my use. I wanted to see it in detail but darkness prevented me from doing so. Then I gave him a good sniff and swallowed the deliciousness which was harsh and hot and moisturized by natural lubricant. This time I didn't let him enjoy it in my mouth and invited him to join us in the backseat. As soon as we moved he was already positioning himself between my thighs wanting to have sex, but I didn't let him and asked him to suck me a little. That is: I was shy and tried to make him understand what I wanted. I said not yet, that I wanted to do "other things" first. He played the fool and hurriedly wanted to get involved. So I told him that I would like to gain affection just like I had done in it. Ahhh... finally he understood! I leaned on the inside of the car side, half lying down, half sitting up and opened his legs so that he could enter them. I felt and shivered with the first touch of his mouth on my vagina. He even sucked deliciously, but he was too hasty - stopped when I was about to mock him. He wanted to get in. I let go. Because of the awkward position I had to hold the cocktail stick and direct it towards the entrance of the bowl. Oh... what a delight to feel that hot head coming inside me, opening its way within me ... It was a quick penetration and after just a few strokes, he was already pumping hard into my vagina . When I felt that he was about to have fun, I invented a change of position because I wanted to prolong the pleasure in order to also satisfy my need for enjoyment. I stood halfway up on all fours with one knee on the bench and another on the floor and offered myself with his tail pointing straight at me. He managed to fit himself into an even more pleasurable posture by having sex hard inside a car. Then it started again making me delirious with its stiff stick going back and forth from my crack. He grew more and more eager, grabbed my nipples, pinched me sometimes took a hand to my booty - I think he wanted to feel on the tip of his fingers my crack swallowing its cock bite my back! And that only made my stamina grow. It moved strongly inserting and removing the cock in my pocket placing me near mocking too. It was very good when it, like all others, interrupted for making the classic question: - ... Can I joke inside you? Aiiii.... My baggy cat! Usually it's my husband who uses this expression a lot, but at that time it was perfect for the situation - me on the edge of mockery, offered up like a little whore who hasn't seen a dick and isn't enjoying herself in so long, and the guy asking if he could have fun inside. I don't quite know what I said, but "permitted" him to pour his load of hot fucking into the bottom of my jug! What an obscenity heim! and how I enjoyed... a long, intense laugh that took me out of orbit. I got all soft and only noticed he was already dressed when he "woke" me up. It seemed strange in such haste but what to do? Although I was satisfied, if I could I would want to date just a little bit more. New encounters happened and I wondered why he had taken me only to dark squares or what we used to call matel - it wasn't a motel, it was the very woods. One day I charged him a more cozy place to which he said that he had no money, but would borrow the apartment of an affluent friend who maintained such a place for meetings. He did not mention it, but this place functioned as "slaughterhouse" huh!? I once again resigned and agreed to go with him there - what do you think! We went on Saturday night after 11 o'clock and for the first time could see him completely naked by lighting up. It was a beautiful male specimen of the human race. But what I want most is to tell about the cat's tail. A pornographically beautiful painting, wonderful compared to normal standards. I honestly had never seen anything like it! Let me try and describe it: not big, no, about 14 or 16 centimeters, a normal thickness, maybe 12 or 13 in circumference... but what caught my attention was the head ... of pink color, huge, fatter than the stick - what some people call "mushroom sticks" (rs)... something to water your mouth and soak up the bucket ! As usual, he sat comfortably on the couch and wanted to be "served". He took hold of his cane by its base, pulled it out from underneath him exposing a huge head that looked more like a small apple and ordered: - Come suck my pussy! I was born naturally. That cock enchanted me! Once again I inhaled the strong smell of the cane and gave up everything I could get away with. I sucked until he showed himself close to making fun. Then I stopped. I asked for a caress on the stick and it was at bedtime when he licked me till I made fun of his lovely tongue. How delightful to lie open-legged in a cozy bed and have a man between your thighs licking my stick! Enjoyed enjoying myself. Then we went in, and because we were on a bed I was able to change positions several times so that for the first time I laughed before him. And then completely relaxed I sat quietly waiting for him to laugh too which didn't take more than one or two minutes until he emptied his sack inside me. Since I've been writing about G, he had a slightly stronger smell on his dick than some of the others that I have met but I noticed in those rare occasions when we meet at 7 o'clock it still smells like soap. Our dates went on, and although I found it strange that he would set exact times for meetings, I didn't care - the good thing is that I was dating again, having sex and enjoying myself. Until one day... as could not help but be ... talking to a friend she confided in me that she secretly dated an engaged guy, and that her "lover" agreed to share him with his "title girl", so called because she had been with him longer than anyone else. I almost had a shock and don't know how I managed to disguise it, if at all. This boyfriend of hers who was engaged with someone else, not me but G - yes that is right: he has a girlfriend, goes out with my friend as well as with me. I do not know whether I got sad or angry, but encouraged her to tell more. She spoke about the times, which usually met his girlfriend from 7 to 9 and only then went out with her, being sometimes they marked 11 o'clock. The "ticket" fell down and now I understood the reason for those schedules, the hurry. There were nights when he went out with three women and, incredibly, made it through all of them. My friend said that he had problems, couldn't be satisfied with just one woman, was horny and even after having sex with his girlfriend "made it through" her too. I thought: me also! Doggy! That is why at 7 o'clock the stick smelled like soap and later on there was another smell - the fdp would come to my appointment after putting in at least one woman and sometimes put in two before meeting me - I was third. It wasn't just the smell of pinto, it was the scent of a stick that had already entered and enjoyed another bottle. And I stood there smelling, licking, suckling unknowingly by table other bottles. Today I think funny... but at that time if he were close to me, I think I would have advanced in him! Well ... never again went out with G. After him I met Mario, my current one, delicious, tasty, dear, teased Máinhrio, who made fun of me on his fingers, tongue, putting into the pocket and even ass. One day I will write about our first encounters. To those who liked what I wrote and want to comment: