A Lovely Revenge Called Brigitte (Part two)

Turning the table! The weeks that followed were, for me, the most delightful of recent times; Brigitte was a surprising lover and her cheerfulness infected me; as I said she had the appearance of a fifteen-year-old girl, and acted in such a sweet and spontaneous way that she always presented me with a new and unexpected fantasy. One day, I arrived at her apartment (we always agreed to leave at different times so as not to give up), and she was dressed as a maid, in a very short dress, displaying her beautiful bundle and showing off her delicious breasts. I, going crazy, took her in my arms and filled her face with kisses. Then she'd undress me, piece by piece, and then she'd have fun with my hard-on, and I'd love to tease her, strip her down like a horny macho, even tear her panties off and make her stand on all fours for me to suck her ass before I'd fuck her till I got tired. On another occasion, I was greeted by Brigitte who had only a leather collar around her neck. She told me that that night she would be my pet and I her owner (!) She walked up to me, and rubbed herself on my body like a dengue kitten. I could feel her little hard roll rubbing my groin and my butt, and for the first time in my life, I began to imagine what it would be like to be rabid by that hard little thing. During dinner, Brigitte remained kneeling beside me, and from time to time, she would snore for food; I would reciprocate by offering her small snacks in her mouth. Although I felt a little uncomfortable in that situation, I could also see that my partner was delirious with pleasure in acting as if she belonged entirely to me. And because of that, I agreed to share her fantasy. That night, the first night I slept in Brigitte's apartment, I went to bed, as she nestled her beautiful naked little body in a huge makeshift basket as her rest. During the night, several times, I was awakened by her licks on my hand, begging for affection. I stroked her hair and she smiled at me. However, there was a moment in the early morning when I could no longer endure that fantasy; I pulled Brigitte into bed and almost suffocated her with a thousand kisses and caresses, feeling her hard roll and feasting on it. Brigitte laughed, amused herself with my excitement and finally gave in, putting the fantasy aside to be my female again. I fucked her ass more than once that night, and I still didn't enjoy it. "May I do something with you?" she asked in a hoarse little girl's voice. I nodded my head in the affirmative; Brigitte smiled as she asked me to lie flat on the bed; then she took my roll with one hand, and after pulling it back a little, started a delicious hand job, making the roll slide between her lovely little fingers. I was delighted with the eczematous masturbation of my partner that I did not notice when she opened the side drawer and pulled out something. The game went on for a while and I felt spasms running through my body until, suddenly, Brigitte slapped two slaps on my buttocks. It was something so intense and surprising that my reaction was to receive those blows as a wave of huge horny taking over my inside; afterwards, what I felt was a sharp pain, as something was introduced into my anus. Brigitte was extremely skillful in sticking a small vibrator in my ass, turning it on right away; the feeling that invaded my body was something indescribable, and at the same time, from an excitement without peer ..., I was being raved and it revealed something absolutely new to me. As Brigitte massaged my dick and simulated back-and-forth movements with the small instrument thrust into me, I experienced an inexplicable excitement that amplified the sensations. I felt my penis pulsate vigorously, while my erection gained impressive dimensions ..., it was an unusual experience, but of unparalleled value. I felt like such a stallion, powerful and untamed that I would be able to fuck with renewed energy. My partner, however, did not want to miss the opportunity to enjoy this new situation; she dropped the roller and stood on all fours, flaunting her beautiful little butt to me. - Come, my broken macho! <unk> provoked her with extravagant sensuality <unk> Come fuck me with that huge and thick dick ..., come ... ! Completely forgetting the "object" introduced into me, I stood up and stuck the roller in the ass of Brigitte who shouted with excitement, tearing her ass even more and bouncing in an insane way. We fucked with an energy almost bordering on fury, mitigated only by the desire that united us much more than any other couple ..., we were more than just lovers enjoying each other's body ..., we were people charged with lustful sensuality, exchanging more than caresses. I seized the opportunity and leaned over my partner, taking his dick in my hand and applying a vigorous punch ..., what followed was the most intense and immeasurable orgasm I had in my life ..., the gush of semen was a wave that emptied my being, flowing like a huge hot and viscous wave into Brigitte who, in turn, writhed violently while ejaculating in small waves. We collapsed on the bed with the first blossoms in the sky heralding the arrival of a new day; a new day for a renewed couple. That week, Brigitte and I became even closer, and I put aside any nasty comments, any prejudiced jokes, to just parade my little Mermaid Ariel around every corner ..., it is quite true that this did not do any good to my marriage ..., but, I well knew that neither Brigitte and much less Rebecca had any degree of responsibility about it ..., after all, my marriage was not going very well for a long time ... On Friday night, I invited Brigitte to dinner at a shopping mall where there was a fabulous cafeteria, very famous for the pasta it served; my Little Mermaid hesitated and tried to dissuade me from this idea; the truth is that, at about nine o'clock in the evening, we were sitting at a table in that cafeteria, tasting a delicious pasta accompanied by a wine that I made sure to choose for my Brigitte, who well knew that I was a convinced abstainer. It was a wonderful evening, full of smiles, loose laughter, and caresses stolen from under the table. At no time did I pay any attention to the reproachful looks that surrounded us, and even when, at some point, my little Brigitte felt uncomfortable about it, I took her hand, kissed her palm and smiled at her who, immediately, felt confident again. What I didn't expect on that perfect night was a surprising and overwhelming table-turn... and her name was... Rebecca! When I saw her, my heart just shot up and I felt a sigh of surprise that I could hardly breathe; she was at a corner table, accompanied by an older woman ..., immediately I realized that it was her mother, Dona Cicera, whom I had known in my youth. The two were dining excitedly, but it did not take long for Rebecca to realize that she was being observed by me. Our eyes met and there was a shock that could almost be felt; she was as beautiful as ever ..., as delicious as ever ..., as desirable as ever! Suddenly, I felt Brigitte's hand land on mine, causing a jolt on my part that seemed to make me jump out of my chair. I looked at those beautiful blue eyes and saw a deep sadness. The question seemed to be accompanied by the answer, in a low, withdrawn tone. At first, I didn't answer... I preferred a polite silence, but that submissive, sad look didn't allow me to hold my posture for long. "Yes, she is", I replied, lowering my eyes in shame at what I had just said. Brigitte squeezed my hand and sighed deeply. I looked at her again, feeling the most disgusting of men, sitting with her, but longing for another who had disowned me. And before we could do or say anything, a soft voice spoke to us. "Hello, my dear!" greeted Rebecca, flanked by her mother. "How are you, and who is this beautiful little creature?" - My name is Brigitte <unk> answered my partner without showing audacity or arrogance <unk> And I know who you are ..., your name is Rebecca. "Oh, what a beautiful girl!" he praised Rebecca without waiting for a comment. "And you, my dear, how are you?" Well, I've answered as much as I can, and isn't this lovely lady Mrs. Cicera? Mrs. Cicera stepped forward towards me, and I stood up and greeted her with a warm embrace and a kiss. We talked for a few minutes, without paying any attention to Rebecca's flashing glances and to Brigitte's, who in turn was trying to demonstrate a certain self-assurance. -Well, we have to go. -Interrupted Rebecca, looking at her mother. -It was really good to see you. - I also wish the same for you <unk> I answered without hesitation <unk> By the way, how is Gustavo? - Ah, him! <unk> she replied with disdain <unk> I have no idea ..., after all, he was someone important ..., is no more ... Rebecca said that and turned towards the door, taking Mrs. Cicera by the arm and walking without looking back. I saw them disappear through the glass doors of the restaurant, and when I looked back at Brigitte, I saw that her eyes were watery. I took her hand and made her look at me. I apologized for what had happened, explaining that Rebecca's presence surprised me; however, Brigitte disagreed with me. -You still swing for her <unk> said my little mermaid <unk> She still moves with you ..., I understand ..., I just ask you not to deceive me ..., if something happens, now that she is alone ..., please, I want to know, it's okay. I shook my head to show that I had understood the message. We left the restaurant and went to my car in absolute silence ..., after all, there was nothing to say ..., only meaning. We arrived at the apartment and Brigitte collapsed in uncontrolled crying. I took her in my arms and squeezed her, trying to console her from that sad episode. - You are very important to me - she whispered between tears and sobs <unk> I don't want and I can't lose you... My mouth instinctively searched for Brigitte's lips and I kissed her with trepidation. She was also very important to me ..., but, to tell the truth, the image of Rebecca did not leave my mind ..., especially knowing that she was alone again. Brigitte tasted my kiss and then asked us to go to bed. We lay down, we clutched each other, and we surrendered to our own universe of unspeakable and limitless caresses. I delighted in playing with her roll, massaging it, licking it, and eating it hungry. I felt the warm, biting taste of her semen in my mouth, listening to her sighs and cat moans in the heat. When I realized it, Brigitte was with my roll in her mouth, sucking with a sigh, while her little hands squeezed the base of the roll and massaged the balls, gently squeezing them. I was about to mock, when she dropped the roll and begged me to grab her. I did what she asked with an indescribable satisfaction, punching my roll in that ass that belonged to me ..., and only to me ... I was about to joke, when Brigitte, once again, surprised me, asking me to joke in her mouth; she pushed me back and made me stand, while she knelt in front of me, positioning her little mouth like a chalice under the swollen glans. Without wasting time, Brigitte began to masturbate me vigorously, seeking the apex of our pleasure. Within minutes, I ejaculated violently, with thick jets that were partially deposited in that mouthful of fleshy lips, licking my partner's face and hair; I screamed, groaned, and writhed with pleasure as my roll lost resistance in the delicate hands of my little mermaid. It was an unforgettable joy, but also intense, for it brought with it, worry, fear, hesitation and an uncertain desire of a man for two different partners, but with an infinitely arousing and captivating sensuality. In the morning, I had coffee with Brigitte and said goodbye to her, saying that I had to go home. At the door of the apartment, she hugged me tightly and then kissed me long. When we parted her little eyes were shining. "Will you come back to me?" she asked in a dengue-like manner. -Of course I will! <unk> I replied firmly <unk> After all, you are my ..., aren't you? She nodded yes, and that was how we said good-bye. I won the street, and as soon as I got in my car, my cell phone vibrated. I immediately thought it was a message from Brigitte, but to my surprise, it was from Rebecca. It was a picture of her in lingerie sitting on the couch in her apartment holding in her hands a stuffed animal with the words: "I'm alone ... don't you want to come here?" I took a deep breath and felt a weight in my heart ... I didn't know what to do. I started the car and went on. A few meters from my house the cell phone announced a new message. I parked and took it in my hand. It was another message from Rebecca; another picture of her, now naked, clutching the stuffed animal, with the words: "Come, please, I need someone ...". Once again I took a deep breath and became thoughtful. My desire was to run to Rebecca, take her in my arms and possess her as I have never done before; to make her my female, my obscure object of desire and pleasure; to make her the female she really is and deserves to be ..., on the other hand, there was Brigitte and her little girl way; her caresses, her little mouth, her delicious submission that enchanted me, conquered me ..., but, there was also the mature sensuality of Rebecca who had enslaved me more than once ... I called home and no one answered, so I turned around and left.