Boy crying
My name is Tony, and I'm 50 years old. My sex life has always been very troubled, but what I want to report here is something that happened recently. I'm a university professor, and as a result of carrying out academic research, I traveled to locations far away from the big centers. What I'm going to report happened this year on one of those trips. In a van, I and two other researchers set off through a poor and distant region. We arrived in a small municipality and settled in a boarding house that was the best in the small municipality. I was exhausted from the trip, and as we had already eaten dinner on the way, I went straight to my room to take a good bath and sleep. My suitcase was nothing more than a bag of clothes and a notebook.
After the bath I went to bed. The room was large and even with the lights off, a light came in through the window that brightened it. You could see the wardrobe, a table, some details of the ceiling. I was almost asleep when I was awakened by the opening of the bedroom door. I realized that someone had entered. The man moved quietly to the table and left something there. While I was doing this operation I realized, by the contour of the legs, that it was a woman and, apparently, young. With the same lightness with which she had entered. When I woke up in the morning I noticed that she had left a jar of water and a glass on the table.
Breakfast was served by the owner of the guesthouse assisted by Miriane, her daughter. This was a French girl with a brown complexion but beautiful light eyes. She smiled when she looked at me and came to the door to say goodbye when we got into the van to do the field survey. Only at the end of the third day of work was I able to relax. I had done my part and was relaxing. I got up late, around 10 in the morning, and Miriane took care of preparing my breakfast.
I was having coffee when her mother, Cinira, a woman in her 40s, came and asked permission to sit down and talk with the doctor: "It's very difficult, you know, to have very literate people around here. It's even embarrassing to talk, but I'm not. I laughed at the way she spoke. And she was there talking, complaining about life. She was a widow with five children but they had all gone to big cities: she was alone with Miriane, taking care of the pension. And she was talking and gesturing sitting in the chair with her legs spread, falling out between them. I couldn't help but notice her thighs and I started to feel that something was growing between my legs.
After the coffee I went for a walk around the small town: I crossed the Plaza de la Matriz, I passed in front of the Town Hall and, due to the heat, I returned to the room. I stretched out in bed. At that end of the world only the landline phone worked so I could not access the Internet. The room was at a very pleasant temperature and I was in shorts only. I hear a gentle knock on the door: it was Cinderella who was accompanied by her daughter. She said that lunch was already ready and if the doctor wanted it they would bring it to the room. She said that it would not bother me to go to the table. That's when I realized that I was excited. Cinderella putting her eyes on my shorts said:
From what I can see, the doctor is in need, and he laughed, and so did his daughter, and I confess that I was a little puzzled and didn't respond right away.
<unk>If the doctor wants, we can work it out. He smiled again and left. I didn't say anything. Only after they had left, and I had simply become mute, I paid attention to what Cinira had said: "We can work it out. Can we? Even so, I was not sure whether she meant only herself or whether she meant both of them. I went to the lunch table attentive to both of them.
There weren't many people for lunch: me, a couple at another table, and a guy who quickly left. The lunch was very good, but the fish was very spicy.
"What kind of pepper is this?" I asked.
It smells delicious and it's very spicy.
Funny, I've never heard that name before.
"You don't know her, do you?" asked Cinderella, and commented in a low voice so the couple wouldn't hear, "She's well-applied and lives up to her name".
I looked at Cinderella who had a grumpy face. Her daughter Miriane was nearby smiling too. There was something strange there. Meanwhile her daughter's presence prevented me from having a more open conversation. I laughed and continued to eat trying to imagine what the well-applied weeping-boy pepper would be.
While I was having lunch, I glanced at a book, which I don't recommend, but I like to do, and I was surprised when I heard the poor little Miriane say to me,
-Main wants to know if the doctor wants us to go to his room and apply the pepper.
Of course I didn't understand the meaning of what she had said. Apply the pepper? People? Mother and daughter? Apply in the room? All these doubts had plagued me for a moment. I paid more attention to Miriane and saw her smiling. Her hand was on the back of my chair, a loose blouse that showed small breasts and no bra.
- And you're going too?
I'll do it. Just apply it and I'll wash it.
Not really knowing what the process was, just anticipating some time with the two of them, I agreed.
-After three when we've finished cleaning the kitchen we'll go to your room.
I shook my head positively, not yet quite understanding what the application of the crying boy would be. After lunch I went to my room and lay down reading a magazine without much interest for a while. I turned off the light. The room was in penumbra, with the light coming only from the closed window. I heard noises from the street and the kitchen: everything was very quiet. The clock was ticking. Around 3:30 p.m. the silence became greater and shortly after I noticed the door of my room opening.
The mother came in first with a plate in which was a small round fruit, yellow in color, about three centimeters in diameter. Miriane followed and closed the door. I was about to get up but Cinderella made a sign to stay in bed.
Cinderella put the plate on the headboard while her daughter sat at my feet. The mother began to tear off my clothes and was helped by her daughter. It didn't take much effort to stand up straight. Miriane with her little hands held my stick while I watched her mother chew on the pepper. Cinderella chewed on the pepper and I looked at her worriedly. Miriane's little hand caressed my stick by slowly beating me with a fist.
As I watched Miriane fix her eyes on my cock, her mother took it and put it in her mouth. It was a pleasant sensation until an unbearable burning in the head of the stick. My cock seemed to be burning, on fire. I groaned, I twisted. Both there and my cock in her mother's mouth. This pleasant pleasure invaded me because it was a relief when I felt the girl's mouth: with a lot of saliva she cleaned my cock, shoving it into her mouth, cleaning her head with her tongue, shoving it all in her mouth. Her saliva ran through the stick: she literally washed it.
I looked at the mother who was paying attention to her daughter and... chewing more pepper.
- I'm fucked, I'm going to lose my dick.
Shortly afterwards Cinira would repeat the operation and her daughter would relieve me. I would howl, I don't know if from pain or pleasure. Everything seemed to me in slow motion: my cock erect, Cinira's mouth sucking it, passing pepper on top; then the little hands of the daughter grabbing it, taking it to her mouth, washing it with saliva flowing through it.
It was crazy, and I was moaning and screaming, and I didn't even know it, but I remember saying,
- I'll make fun of you!
Miriane's eyes stared at me... her little hands wrapped around my dick... and I started making fun of her... and she kept her dick in her mouth while I made fun of her... and I kept washing my dick, and now she's fucking eating.
I half-closed my eyes. The pleasure was intense. Pain and pleasure. The burning of the pepper, the excitement of the hands and mouths of the two caring for my cock. Miriane licked all the cock, even the one that had fallen on my combs. My weakened cock returned to life with her licking.
The next day I learned that Cinira had been a widow for two years and had learned to make the spicy suction with her husband. Her daughter, Miriane, had always participated. Since her father had died Miriane had never expressed a desire to do so. She told her mother that she wanted to, when she saw me.
That same night something happened... but I'll tell you about it some other time.
The funny thing is , when I came out of retirement , I noticed an extra item in my checking account .
-Cry-boy pepper, with a twist: $40.
After the bath I went to bed. The room was large and even with the lights off, a light came in through the window that brightened it. You could see the wardrobe, a table, some details of the ceiling. I was almost asleep when I was awakened by the opening of the bedroom door. I realized that someone had entered. The man moved quietly to the table and left something there. While I was doing this operation I realized, by the contour of the legs, that it was a woman and, apparently, young. With the same lightness with which she had entered. When I woke up in the morning I noticed that she had left a jar of water and a glass on the table.
Breakfast was served by the owner of the guesthouse assisted by Miriane, her daughter. This was a French girl with a brown complexion but beautiful light eyes. She smiled when she looked at me and came to the door to say goodbye when we got into the van to do the field survey. Only at the end of the third day of work was I able to relax. I had done my part and was relaxing. I got up late, around 10 in the morning, and Miriane took care of preparing my breakfast.
I was having coffee when her mother, Cinira, a woman in her 40s, came and asked permission to sit down and talk with the doctor: "It's very difficult, you know, to have very literate people around here. It's even embarrassing to talk, but I'm not. I laughed at the way she spoke. And she was there talking, complaining about life. She was a widow with five children but they had all gone to big cities: she was alone with Miriane, taking care of the pension. And she was talking and gesturing sitting in the chair with her legs spread, falling out between them. I couldn't help but notice her thighs and I started to feel that something was growing between my legs.
After the coffee I went for a walk around the small town: I crossed the Plaza de la Matriz, I passed in front of the Town Hall and, due to the heat, I returned to the room. I stretched out in bed. At that end of the world only the landline phone worked so I could not access the Internet. The room was at a very pleasant temperature and I was in shorts only. I hear a gentle knock on the door: it was Cinderella who was accompanied by her daughter. She said that lunch was already ready and if the doctor wanted it they would bring it to the room. She said that it would not bother me to go to the table. That's when I realized that I was excited. Cinderella putting her eyes on my shorts said:
From what I can see, the doctor is in need, and he laughed, and so did his daughter, and I confess that I was a little puzzled and didn't respond right away.
<unk>If the doctor wants, we can work it out. He smiled again and left. I didn't say anything. Only after they had left, and I had simply become mute, I paid attention to what Cinira had said: "We can work it out. Can we? Even so, I was not sure whether she meant only herself or whether she meant both of them. I went to the lunch table attentive to both of them.
There weren't many people for lunch: me, a couple at another table, and a guy who quickly left. The lunch was very good, but the fish was very spicy.
"What kind of pepper is this?" I asked.
It smells delicious and it's very spicy.
Funny, I've never heard that name before.
"You don't know her, do you?" asked Cinderella, and commented in a low voice so the couple wouldn't hear, "She's well-applied and lives up to her name".
I looked at Cinderella who had a grumpy face. Her daughter Miriane was nearby smiling too. There was something strange there. Meanwhile her daughter's presence prevented me from having a more open conversation. I laughed and continued to eat trying to imagine what the well-applied weeping-boy pepper would be.
While I was having lunch, I glanced at a book, which I don't recommend, but I like to do, and I was surprised when I heard the poor little Miriane say to me,
-Main wants to know if the doctor wants us to go to his room and apply the pepper.
Of course I didn't understand the meaning of what she had said. Apply the pepper? People? Mother and daughter? Apply in the room? All these doubts had plagued me for a moment. I paid more attention to Miriane and saw her smiling. Her hand was on the back of my chair, a loose blouse that showed small breasts and no bra.
- And you're going too?
I'll do it. Just apply it and I'll wash it.
Not really knowing what the process was, just anticipating some time with the two of them, I agreed.
-After three when we've finished cleaning the kitchen we'll go to your room.
I shook my head positively, not yet quite understanding what the application of the crying boy would be. After lunch I went to my room and lay down reading a magazine without much interest for a while. I turned off the light. The room was in penumbra, with the light coming only from the closed window. I heard noises from the street and the kitchen: everything was very quiet. The clock was ticking. Around 3:30 p.m. the silence became greater and shortly after I noticed the door of my room opening.
The mother came in first with a plate in which was a small round fruit, yellow in color, about three centimeters in diameter. Miriane followed and closed the door. I was about to get up but Cinderella made a sign to stay in bed.
Cinderella put the plate on the headboard while her daughter sat at my feet. The mother began to tear off my clothes and was helped by her daughter. It didn't take much effort to stand up straight. Miriane with her little hands held my stick while I watched her mother chew on the pepper. Cinderella chewed on the pepper and I looked at her worriedly. Miriane's little hand caressed my stick by slowly beating me with a fist.
As I watched Miriane fix her eyes on my cock, her mother took it and put it in her mouth. It was a pleasant sensation until an unbearable burning in the head of the stick. My cock seemed to be burning, on fire. I groaned, I twisted. Both there and my cock in her mother's mouth. This pleasant pleasure invaded me because it was a relief when I felt the girl's mouth: with a lot of saliva she cleaned my cock, shoving it into her mouth, cleaning her head with her tongue, shoving it all in her mouth. Her saliva ran through the stick: she literally washed it.
I looked at the mother who was paying attention to her daughter and... chewing more pepper.
- I'm fucked, I'm going to lose my dick.
Shortly afterwards Cinira would repeat the operation and her daughter would relieve me. I would howl, I don't know if from pain or pleasure. Everything seemed to me in slow motion: my cock erect, Cinira's mouth sucking it, passing pepper on top; then the little hands of the daughter grabbing it, taking it to her mouth, washing it with saliva flowing through it.
It was crazy, and I was moaning and screaming, and I didn't even know it, but I remember saying,
- I'll make fun of you!
Miriane's eyes stared at me... her little hands wrapped around my dick... and I started making fun of her... and she kept her dick in her mouth while I made fun of her... and I kept washing my dick, and now she's fucking eating.
I half-closed my eyes. The pleasure was intense. Pain and pleasure. The burning of the pepper, the excitement of the hands and mouths of the two caring for my cock. Miriane licked all the cock, even the one that had fallen on my combs. My weakened cock returned to life with her licking.
The next day I learned that Cinira had been a widow for two years and had learned to make the spicy suction with her husband. Her daughter, Miriane, had always participated. Since her father had died Miriane had never expressed a desire to do so. She told her mother that she wanted to, when she saw me.
That same night something happened... but I'll tell you about it some other time.
The funny thing is , when I came out of retirement , I noticed an extra item in my checking account .
-Cry-boy pepper, with a twist: $40.
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