Reports: Smells and Tastes

There was a time when I, my parents and my brother lived in a very small house where there was only one room that we shared in the best possible way; because it was a room slightly above standards, my father put two double beds: one for him and my mother and one for my brother and I, not caring that I as a woman needed a certain privacy and pretending not to know that my brother was older and very naughty! In order to ensure a certain intimacy for him, my father took care to place a huge wardrobe strategically situated among the beds prevented that we could see something indiscreet; what he did not realize is that the eyes do not see, but the adolescent ears are always alert! And all night my parents' rituals were repeated as crazy, and my mother warned me that my father needed to pull the cock out of his pussy before she came because she didn't want to get pregnant anymore; and my father, even though he was upset, eventually obeyed; while the coitus lasted, my brother and I could hear clearly groaning, sighing, and even some hysterical screams that my mother tried to stifle fearing undesirable consequences which left us with a huge hard-on. My brother, a brazen bastard, took advantage of the situation to put his pistol out of his underwear starting a vigorous jerking, making sure to rub it in my belly lighting up my inner fire that burned making me crazy; upset by the horny I ended up picking up that coat of shit in my hand mercilessly until my brother ejaculates licking my belly with his hot, thick semen. Argh! Ahnn! So you drive me crazy, little sister! - I was whispering back with irony - this will only happen if there is no more man on the face of the earth! Leaving that aside, what excited me the most at that time was the odors; the first was the striking smell of my brother's semen that made me feel like having it in my mouth to discover its taste! I never confessed that to him, for I would certainly give him an undesirable advantage that he would take at first opportunity. The second was even more disquieting; every time my father arrived from the street (was coming from the pub or from the whore!), he made a point of coming to me, leaning to kiss my forehead and when he made that gesture I could feel that smell mixed with alcohol, tobacco and sweat that without explanation made me so excited that my pussy ended up whining of so horny! I didn't feel any hard feelings for my father or even for my brother, but those odors were chasing me as if they impregnated my skin and my soul; and because of this I ended up overcome by the temptation to fuck my brother; it was on a very hot summer night when we decided to sleep naked; my brother, using his unorthodox methods, had obtained a fan that my father had ended up taking for himself and because of that we decided to sleep without clothes. And even under that infernal heat I got the pussy very wet when the perv made me stand on the side of the bed allowing him to fit behind me by rubbing his pistol in my water; following instinct I bent the body a little bit further and slightly opened my legs leaving my snoop showing it. -Do like Dad – I mumbled with soft tone – you can fuck ..., but, don't come in! Understand? - All right! But you'll have to end up in the mouth! - He's already brushing the cave entrance with the brute's head. I didn't have time to answer because the perv punched the pistol into the little grotto that was still a gopher, sticking it all in at once; I felt a mixture of pain, fear and horny, the latter overpowering the others clouding my mind and giving myself away for good to the first fuck. And when he started punching me hard the pain gained some intensity to soon after disappear suppressed by the excitement that shuddered my skin and made me shiver involuntarily; I confess that my brother was a good fuck granting me my first orgasm and soon afterwards made me enjoy more times, something I cost a lot in life to feel again! Moreover, his performance was something impressive, even though at that time I did not have any experience to compare, but today when I recall that he really was a respectful male. Argh! Wow! I'm almost coming, sis! - Grandpa, hey! Since there's no way! - I retorted by pretending to be disdainful, even though inside I was dying to taste your semen! It was then that we fell apart and I snaked through the bed until I managed to snuggle my brother's pistol that so big and thick it didn't fit me whole forcing me to do what I could with two-thirds of the rebar painfully extending my jaw; hiding from it my little experience in giving a blow job I tried my best and at one point I felt that bell growing even more inside my mouth pulsing out of control just before pouring sperm jets almost making me choke; I had to roll over to contain all that load inside my mouth to then swallow it without letting it slip through the corners of my lips; and not content with it, my brother still demanded that I licked the whole bellow leaving it clean so that we could sleep afterwards. Yet I couldn't sleep enjoying the fucking taste that still persisted at the bottom of my throat taking advantage of to beat a crab until I got a deserved cum. As time passed, I realized that one thing led to another; that is, it was enough for me to feel that mixed odor of my father to feel an uncontrollable desire to find a cock to suck until I extract his hot, thick sap! And I wasn't content with just that demanding foreplay with the right to smell the subject's pistol to elevate my degree of excitement. And because of that I didn't relate well to the boys my age; either they were very loose and smelly, or they were stinky and inconvenient; at the beginning of college I tried to flirt with some teachers, but I ended up giving up because besides metrosexuals to the extreme they were pedantic. Summary of the opera: I was in a bush without a dog, whatever that means. I was about to kill myself from so much crab I even reconsidered a new fuck with my brother when I met Bruno and my life changed course; Bruno was a handyman with skills such as carpenter, mason and everything that came to accept any job whose pay was rewarding; the first time I saw him was when he was performing a work in a building that was near the college in a beaten jeans, bare chest, strong arms and intimidating appearance; his shiny black skin drew attention more than anything and the way he looked at me as if he was able to leave me naked without me being able to avoid excite me in a maddening way. Yet nothing would have happened if it were not for my boldness and the abused way of it; one day, when I left college I saw the subject leaning against the wall beside the work smoking a cigarette and acting like he was waiting for me. "Come here, bitch! I know what you want!”, he said with a brazen tone when holding my arm preventing me from walking; the simple contact of his huge, hot and rough hand made my little butt tear and my nipples hard; my will was not to offer any resistance to his harassment allowing him to use me as he wanted; however, I thought it best to make myself difficult even for a very short time. - Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? – I answered with an energetic tone trying to get rid of him – I am not the kind of woman you think ... - Don't! You're not that kind of woman! – retorted him interrupting me – you're a lot hotter with the dirty way! Cut the crap and come with me! No waste of time Bruno began to pull me into the construction site that was further down the building far from the street with controlled but vigorous force; I even faked a resistance, but did not back off such a horny one that took care of me; he then took me to a kind of shed located on the opposite wall and opened the door pushing me inside; as soon as he closed the door the subject opened his pants and put out his pinguelo that was already well-ried; I looked at that stunning juicy juicyness of disquieting dimensions and salivei imagining him inside my mouth. - First, let the nigga see those big tits you got there! - announced he pulling me close to you, almost tearing my shirt off leaving my boobs exposed to his greedy look - Ai yes, eh! Little bitch has a nice pair of tits! I felt a succession of chills and involuntary spasms ravaging my body when Bruno held my breasts with his big, warm hands, whose harshness almost made me lose my senses; he groped, squeezed and pinched my nipples without taking his eyes off my face by savouring the expressions of ecstasy in it stamped; and it was in that climate that the odors of the male invaded my nostrils by submissing me when I came. Bruno had the same mixture of sweat, tobacco and alcohol plus an indistinct touch as a species of its own aroma (as crazy as that may seem!); after a certain time, he held me by the shoulders imposing me kneeling before him. “Now, let’s see if the little dog knows how to suck a man’s bell!”, he said while pushing my face towards his gun. And there came that more intense odor..., the same smell that left me lost in excitement, now with a touch of male smell! Immediately I held the thick cock by the base making sure to rub it, first on my face, then on my lips before kissing it several times making the subject grunt like a wounded animal and about to be dominated by his hunter; after the little kisses I gave some licks in the velvety hat that pulsed to the same extent that I squeezed the limb by the base and then dedicated myself to having it inside my mouth, which soon proved to be an inglorious task both by the caliber and by the length of the brute forcing me to have a small portion of that pistol to taste. Nevertheless, I was able to reward Bruno with an eloquent suckling and that he made a point of praising though with an embarrassed and hesitant voice using his characteristic language. “Argh! Fucking bitch! You really know how to suck a dick, huh? In this way, you will have to drink male milk every day! ", alerted him with an entangled voice and a little puffy, creating in me a renewed stimulus to suck that cock until she gave me milk; dedicating me in breastfeeding, an idea came to mind and I wanted to put it into practice immediately. After some very vigorous sucking I stood up approaching Bruno with my legs slightly open until holding his pistol between them by squeezing just a little bit so that my vulva swirled the entire length of that hard beam; as the whole region was well-oiled then and rubbing the cock with my pussy as if I could woo it like that while offering my tits for the male to taste as much as he wanted. I continued to giggling my pelvis back and forth at the same time that Bruno was ferociously sucking my tits and biting my nipples causing such a fuss that I enjoyed a delicious cumshot ..., and then another ..., and another (I stopped telling because I was in sensory ecstasy!); intoxicated by the odor of the male I did not cool my movements making them even more voracious until the moment Bruno began to gush announcing that his enjoyment was near; immediately I came to my knees holding the gland on my lips and jerking the brute until I was able to consecrate my milk to extract hot and thick from the male. Suddenly, Bruno held back his muscles as his cock pulsated hard between my lips until it exploded in such a profuse joy that I was forced to back off so as not to choke with so much semen, eventually being bathed in intense jets designed by the tool of the male who involuntarily wriggled. At that moment I experienced a new form of pleasure enjoying a mockery resulting only by feeling the taste and aroma of male milk that had left me licked and that also remained at the bottom of my throat right after swallowing the load that I had been able to retain. Bruno leaned against the wall behind him while I did not feel strength in my legs to lift me up with an uncontrolled tremor taking over my body and also my mind; realizing my difficulty Bruno helped me stand by holding me by my arms and staring at my face with a smush expression. “You can’t go back to your house like that ..., all fucking molasses ..., I’m going to get a towel!”, he said with an almost gentle tone that left me a little surprised. He came back with a face towel so pristine that he could see through it, but it served our purpose. - Listen here..., you're coming back, aren't you? I nodded with my head even though I felt a little insecure but also anxious ..., Bruno had given me a pleasure that I had longed for and deep down I wanted to meet him again; I ended up dressing and left without looking back. In the days that followed I avoided that path not because I did not want to meet him, but because I wanted to get him excited enough for our next adventure. And when it happened we repeated our ritual even though Bruno demonstrated his intention to put that pyroconus in my pussy, something that I was not interested in at that moment and my refusal made him so surprised that he ended up without action. We repeated our interlude a few more times with me always avoiding receiving your tool in my little group realizing that his impatience was becoming an irritation. “You mean the little bitch just wants to suckle and drink male milk? Nothing good?" he asked one day with a steeled tone. I ended up confiding Bruno in my attraction for odors and flavors in a rather trivial way, hoping he'd understand me. He became pensive and chose not to say anything that day; it was a bitter farewell with a feeling of goodbye and really, in the following weeks Bruno simply disappeared without leaving a trace. At first I confess that I was sad and unhappy wishing he would come back to me, but again something surprised me. And just as he disappeared, Bruno resurfaced approaching me on his way out of college. “Look, little bitch..., you never left my head! Then come on! I will give you what you so much want!”, he said with a resolute tone; as before I let myself go together we went to the room and kitchen in which he lived; inside we were naked and he lay in bed with a pistol pointed at the ceiling. I laid down on my knees between his legs savouring his pingle until he was very drooling; I laid down on him sandwiching the stick between my legs and moving with his pelvis up and down ..., it didn't take much effort for me to enjoy some intense cumshots; I sat on him and rubbed my little snoop on the gun moaning and screaming between successive joys; and that was how he announced his climax and I returned to the previous position by feeding the piroca until she pulsed and gave me another bath of hot and thick milk. We spent the afternoon having fun and there were times when I just enjoyed feeling Bruno's odors and flavors that at the end did not demand it, but begged us to maintain that relationship the way I wanted and it gave me pleasure. As time went by, I gave in and I let him fuck me in the pussy what Bruno did with incredible mastery granting me more and more orgasms; when I finished college I got a job, left home and went to live with him; we agreed that we would not have children and I asked him to accept me the way I was ..., Bruno smiled and said nothing ..., and I didn't have to!