Cheating at the gym
Betrayal at the Academy
My name is Hellen, and this fact that I'm going to tell you about right now, it happened to me. I was 28 years old and had only been married for five years when I noticed my husband as sexually uninterested, and whenever he rarely sought me out in our quick hook-ups, he always hinted at wanting to see me "giving" (this was the term he used) myself to another man. It bothered me a lot but I tried to take advantage of the situation because when he talked about his fantasy we would get hotter sexes together and I could have two consecutive ones on one night - rare! I couldn't understand his lack of interest, since I am a woman who does not leave much to be desired: I am always well tanned from the beach with a very sensual thong mark, my breasts are slightly above average, quite tough, an upturned butt, thick thighs in short, everything is in place (because I know what I hear on the street and at the gym where I do exercise by men passing me). The fact that I will narrate happened precisely at the academy with my fitness instructor named Paulo.
It was a Monday and I had gone to my gym class, as I do almost every day of the week. But on that day, my tension was enormous due to my anxiety about the long period of fasting sex at home and I could not indulge in any kind of exercise, showing myself even a little irritable, which caught Paul's attention. He told me that it would be no use continuing with class because he wasn't doing anything useful. He kindly told me that in this case, more advisable than gymnastics would be a massage session, yes, it would make me relax and get rid of all the tension. And then he graciously put himself at my disposal for a session since he was also a masseur, and on that afternoon the only scheduled student was me, which left his entire afternoon free. Given this argument I accepted and afterwards he took me to the upper floor of the academy where there were boxes suitable for massages sessions. Getting up there, and realizing that no one was there being thus alone, I felt a little embarrassed, and said it would be better to leave for the next day when I'd come in my own clothes for a massage session since at this time I was wearing only underwear (a white lace panties with very small side shoelaces and half-cup bra with quite generous neckline) beneath my lycra set on which Paul put that this wouldn't be an impediment and none that most <unk>ladies<unk> of the academy took massages in their lingerie and me g You said you could rest assured he'd be discreet. I was baffled by the possibility of standing in underwear before a strange man (until then, I had only stood like this before my husband), but I confess that curiosity moved me and Paul's firmness intimidated me; I could not say no to him despite being shy. Trying to show naturalness, I did as he ordered by wearing only underpants that clearly delineated my little pocket and made clear its volume and the rigidity of my buttocks which in those panties were almost fully visible. And a brassiere that concealed from my hard round breasts because it was very thin and white showed how stiff my nipples had become perhaps due to an unusual situation. He didn't say anything at all about what he saw, but his lycra shorts gave me the impression that something moved beneath them. He told me to lie down on the mat and try to relax, then came passing a gel from my heel until the beginning of my bundle, which because it was ice-cold and more contact with that man's hands had caused me a shiver I am sure he noticed, since the golden hair (I use <unk>blond<unk> when going to the beach to make my hairs yellow) in my bag were all frightened. So he started massaging me, bottom up, showing very good at this. Arriving at my thighs, he asked me to open them up a little so that he could put his hands between the hips and there it took him much longer. As he raised his hands higher towards my little bundle, I instinctively spread my legs wider; for without any need of him asking me to do so, I had a complete sense of the vision which was being given to him, that in the position wherein I stood looking backward and forward I could see quite distinctly the volume and shape of my pocket. My breathing was somewhat hoarse, it was indescribable how much excitement this situation aroused in me. At this point, he told me that I needed to put gel on my bag and was afraid it would stain my panties as they were white. In a thoughtless gesture of mine, I stretched out my arms and with both hands untied the side loops from them, and with one hand spread over the mattress the piece of lace still covering my butt; only after doing so did I realise that looking backwards not just my pocket but almost all my bouquet had been exposed to his gaze. I no longer recognised myself and for some reason, but at that moment my husband's fantasy of wanting me to "go" with another man came back in mind. Paul cleverly took the initiative to open up my thighs a little bit more, then licked all over my now-naked butt with ice cream gel, and began massaging my entire bundle with his skilled hands which by this time were sliding down the sides of my bundle right near the big lips on my cheekbone, tearing out from underneath me a groan I could not disguise. He continued working in that area and spoke to me affectionately <unk> This ...relax well...you'll get it if you let go. My breath was heavy. I felt him continue climbing up my back until he reached the lace of my bra, when again he questioned me about what to do with it without saying anything, and already feeling surrendered, I folded his arms which were all time held along the body, and untied its loop, which he made slide over the mattress. He continued his work, and at the height of my breasts he made me arch a little over my body, with which he slid his hands slightly so that they touched my boobs towards my nipples but did not touch them. I was no longer in control of myself; my breathing and intermittent groans indicated that I had surrendered to this man's agile hands. In front of such a picture he spoke again softly almost into my ear: - "You can't hold on ... relax... just let go ... you need to release this tension". To which I replied, "I can't do it...i am not able to". And he finished this part of the massage by paying a lot of attention to my shoulders and neck. After doing that, he turned to me and said that i had to turn around so that he could also massage in front of me. At that moment he asked me if I was ready to start the second part, I just shook my head in an affirmative direction, to which he replied: - "If you're not having a good time say so. Do you want me to stop?" He asked. And I answered almost asking him: And at my request he began, this time in reverse the first step i.e., from my neck and shoulders downwards even more slowly with slower movements reaching close to my breasts instinctively without his asking me I took it upon myself to pull my bra aside leaving my beautiful little boobies wonderful hard ones with their stiff beaks so stubborn as to defy him With my breasts completely exposed to his gaze and even more so to the counting of his hands, which did not make themselves pleasers but began massaging them affectionately with special attention for their little beaks that were placed between two fingers and rolled. I had my head turned sideways as if without courage to face him in the eyes, breathlessness was there and from my lips came an unconcealed groan. And he would again insist on me "letting go", that I should let out all my "tension". I could only answer that 'I can't ... I cannot', almost in a whisper. I think for the long time without sex at home, I was not able to have fun. And he consoled me: - "Don't worry, you will get it". Continuing with the massage, he went down towards my belly area and when I felt him approaching my little butt, by this point already nearly drowning in his own liquid, again took the initiative to pull on my panties which were just resting on my <unk>xaninha<unk> . So I was completely naked, and then it occurred to me that this is what I had wanted from the very beginning. It seemed as if I could even hear my little girl's big lips clapping because they got rid of that last piece which held her captive; now she was free, like my breasts, to receive in an integral way the caresses of those experienced hands. He still lingered a little longer in the region of my belly, as if enjoying fully and more longly the sight of my completely naked cheekbones with their well-groomed coils because I don't like total (shaving) hair removal. I felt that she could no longer retain within herself all the fluid which she produced by herself, and let it begin to flow through my thighs towards my cuisine. And it was pleasant feeling the liquid running down my body. Finally, he masterfully began to "massage" my little doll first very gently with his "tittle head", and then moving a bit further away from my thighs, massaging my big lips and finally making contact for the first time with my cricket. It seemed as if I was getting an electric shock; my whole body gasped and drops of sweat started appearing on my forehead, so that I could no longer stand still on the mat. He would work the entire area of my bouquet, sometimes inside and then outside on my groin. And he always went back to the central part which was my crotch. My sobs were no longer disguised; I actually moaned with all due respect. Then again he insisted: "Relax ... you need to relax once and for all... let go ... don't think about anything, just relax". This situation continued for more than twenty minutes without me being able to enjoy it effectively. Seeing the difficulty I was having in making fun, he asked me if I wanted him to use a resource that certainly would not fail so that I could finally get rid of my "tension", and I, already in a sign of total surrender, in a demonstration of complete submission to this man who had such experience with dealing with women's bodies, whispered: - Do whatever you want ... but please... make it possible for me to feel. Then I felt his hands very gently open the lips of my mouthpiece, leaving my little cricket completely exposed. And then I could feel a warm breath approaching to my mouthpipe and feeling my helpless cricket being sucked by some hot fleshy lips; there was no doubt that he was sucking me up. From the trembling in my body, I had the sensation that I'd gone to the ceiling and turned around several times before almost shouting: - <unk>Paulo ...you are sucking... you are suckin'...this is a sweet blowjob! His agile and fleshy tongue skillfully licked my whole mouth, his thick lips gnawed at her big lips, then he returned to give a real "kiss" on my little bird. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would make fun of this wonderful mouth. My mouth was swollen up; I could no longer hold back the laughing and I almost shouted: - <unk>Don't stop ...don't quit...I want to have fun ...lots of fun ...sucks ...goes deliciously ... sucks my cricket ...bites my small bushel ....smiles me into having fun with this delicious mouth! And it came to pass that, between the screaming and moaning I violently made fun of my intention was to squeeze my thighs as if in an attempt to hold his head back into this position with its wonderful tongue inside my pussy like he didn't want to stop making fun anymore. My groans of laughter were mixed up with a cry which took over me perhaps from excitement at seeing myself laughing again when I already thought I would never be able to do so. Even during my mockery, Paulo continued to whip my cricket with his pleasant tongue, and now in a first moment after the intense mocking, my Cricket as well as all of my mouthpiece was too sensitive, and they could no longer hold that "surra" language anymore, I almost begged for help: - <unk>Stop ...stop ...I can't stand it any more ...for...please Paul ...stop. And he showed complete sensitivity by stopping slowly until he stopped at once, then very affectionately dropped three kisses on my little lipstick. I rested my head on the mat and took a deep breath, feeling fulfilled. He left me in this "rest" for about five minutes, then crawled to where I was standing with one hand grabbing one of my breasts and with the other began gently smoothing out the little head of my bucket as if making me wake up; at that moment I came to feel affection and gratitude for that man. Close by myself he spoke very softly into my ear: - "Do you want complete relaxation?" I didn't even think about what "complete relaxation" could mean, but immediately said yes and added: "I want everything that is my right which has been denied to me for so long". He kissed me on the mouth with a lovely kiss where I felt the taste of liquid from my bottle. Then he sucked affectionately at my breasts, waking me up completely and giving back all the hardness I had previously experienced. So he went down his body, fit between my thighs and then I felt his hands gently opening up my pussy. I still didn't know what was going to happen but I knew that whatever it was would lead me back into fun again, which is all I wanted: I was still engrossed in my thoughts, when I felt the entrance of my bucket being touched by something that certainly wasn't Paulo's tongue. Something which no longer only played but now began to invade my "pererequinha", and with the onset of its invasion left me without any more doubts: it was Paul's roll. He was beginning to thrust the scroll into me, gently and delicately but firmly. I felt that my mouthpiece which had been so tight for such a short period of time was completely overwhelmed by the volume of this scroll; although I could not see it, I knew with certainty that it was bulky: I sensed that the inside of my bottle enlarged in order to allow entry to this wonderful scroll. In an unexplainable gesture, I raised my hands above my head almost as if shouting "Paulo...you're eating me"... Now I practically knew the meaning of the word "complete relaxation". He kept shoving that 'jeba' into me, it seemed like he would never finish putting it in, so big was it. When at last he stopped, took my hand and brought it to my little mouthpiece as if to show me that he had already put a tiny bit inside. I don't know how but I felt happy and fulfilled to have this whole roll within myself. Grateful, I looked for his lips and we kissed with a lot of affection and desire for each other, our tongues crossed as if we were long-time lovers, I could see with my mouth how voluminous her tongue was and thought about what my xotinha had just received. He interrupted our kisses to ask me whether I was ready and wished to have fun again. And I answered him by saying that he has "white card", that having fun in his role is all I wanted. He gave me another kiss and started an entrance and exit from my pocket which was crazy. He would take it out, almost letting his head come out of the hole in her entrance and then he'd put it back again all the way down. First slowly, but later on at a quicker pace, driving me crazy with that sense of enjoyment I was getting from it. There were moments when he pulled away and delayed returning to her this "little toy" which she had become accustomed to and did not want to lose any more; it seemed even as if he was admiring the "miracle" he was doing into her little hole. In those moments I would ask in the loudest voice that I could: - "Don't take it off, darling ... put this little roll back into her again... go away my dear ... put your hand inside of her once more ... she is needy". To which he promptly responded by sticking a small rolled-up one on my butt and leading me to indescribable sensations. And so we stayed for who knows how long. Until, as in a telepathic communication, when I was about to tell him that I could not stand it anymore and would enjoy myself, he guessing my thoughts said: - <unk>Darling let me have fun inside you ...let me pour my little milk into this wonderful xotinha ...say that lets me realize myself within this all lovely bucket ... say. To which I replied: - "Enjoy dear...enjoy and make me laugh together with you ...give me your little leche ...fun with me ...fill me with your hot fuck". In the next moment we exploded equally, it was a wonderful joy. Our bodies seemed to be one, receiving a single strong electric shock. I almost shouted: "I'm having fun ... am enjoying again ... I'm enjoying in your role... darling". While he covered me with kisses and left that torso buried inside of me until the bottom, pouring out the last drop of his joy into my xotinha. We fell on our sides as if fainted, and I don't know how long we remained in this state. I woke up and realized that it continued like that restful state, the deserved rest of <unk>warrior<unk>. I didn't want to think about anything, least of all something that would make me feel guilty. I just wanted to think one thing: "I was happy; I had fun again". I felt a little discomfort in the middle of my legs and passed my hand over and was surprised by how badly burned up my mouthpiece looked. It literally smelled like 'machucca'. Our laughter flowed from inside it mixed with each other. I felt that she was swollen and all skinned from the effort to receive this "calibre", but satisfied, had never enjoyed in such a way. Now I knew what it meant to be a real woman. I looked at Paul still in state of "rest" and became curious to see the "instrument" with which he made me so happy, and who left my mouthpiece like that. I came across a role worthy of every respect, almost one-and-a-half times as big as my husband's. I don't know why, but at that moment I remembered a friend who told me in detail how it was when she had anal sex with her husband for the first time. I even felt a shiver thinking about all of this entering my still virgin ass because my husband always commented that I have a beautiful and handsome tail, but he never ventured to eat me from behind, at most he had smoothed my butt a few times with an air of greed, but without going beyond that. Paul was on his side, and that colossus half concealed between his legs. In a gesture of tenderness and affection as well as gratitude I gently smoothed out the mast; in an instinctive movement he turned around and stood chest-up leaving the whole scroll exposed to my curious gaze and caresses. I felt compelled to give her more and more affection, with greater intensity. It got to the point where I couldn't contain myself and started kissing all that sweetness, then moving towards her head, where it was no longer kisses but long-winded ones, so as to start putting it in my mouth, and rehearsing a little blowjob, which I did kind of awkwardly because I had never sucked on my husband. His dick was already completely hard, he had woken up and showed signs of being ready for another battle. While I was kissing him and licking his roll, Paul awoke. He stroked my hair with one of his hands, looked at me tenderly and affectionately, then asked: "What do you want now? Look! It's not good to mess around with someone who is quiet!" - As if not knowing what he was doing, nor measuring the consequences of my act, said that I had prepared a "surprise little gift" for him, and continuous action, turned me on his stomach, pushed my butt up, and caressing all the end of her roll, said: - <unk>This is like a present for all the fun you gave me today, I want you to eat my bundle. And asked with a voice full of denge: He even asked me if this was what I wanted, whether I had already seen that his role was a "little" beyond the normal one, if I wouldn't regret it later. But as he talked more and more I felt tan in my arse, I started drooling just thinking about having all of those things on my ass. For your delay in deciding, I again ask: - <unk>Enrabame Paulo ...please ...do not refuse the gift that I am giving you with so much affection ...I never gave to anyone ...don't refuse my little bundy ...go darling enrabaam ...put this taste also into my small bundy, like you stuck in my xotinha ?? . Soon I felt his finger picking up the honey that was beginning to flow from my little bucket and depositing this honey in the sockets of my ass, lovingly and patiently he did this operation several times, and the more he stuck his finger into my xotinha, the more honey it returned to "fabricate", and again the honey was led to the entrance of my butt. When he felt that the inside of my little ass was already quite moist, he took his roll and without me waiting, shoved it all into my mouthpiece, poking me up to the heel, even though I liked the penetration, which made my xotinha vibrate, I complained: - <unk>No dear ...do not do so ...you stuck in the wrong hole ...it's on the bundle that I want now ...please ...put yourself in it go ... please. In what he spoke to my ear calming me down: - "Calm, it was just to lubricate the entire length of my pinto. I am going to eat this beautiful tasty butt". Then he slowly pulled me out of it, leaving my wife looking like a little boy who loses his bullet. He stuck the tip of his finger in my asshole and made circular movements with him inside to then put the head of his stick right on my kitchen door. I caught myself all by that contact, and felt that would not be easy carrying all this stuff into the kitchen. He grabbed my ass with his hands from the inside out, and he was tearing it open, and asked that underneath me between my legs I would pass one of my hands over to myself by pointing the head of his stick at the entrance to my butt. And so I did, only no matter how much he opened up my butt when its head hit on the opening in my butt, it refused to give way to something as gigantic compared to the hole in my bottom. He reversed position, telling me to rest my shoulders on the mat and myself open up my bundle with my hands while he would direct that tool into my anal orifice. I put my shoulder towards the mat leaving my butt fully pointing upwards, and placed my arms underneath me, with my hand stretching out as wide as possible, leaving my ass completely exposed and at the mercy of attack from this "warrior", which I knew was going to be ruthless. Paul leaned his head firmly against the glove compartment and in a slow but steady movement, he was shoving that head up my asshole with no chance of defense for him who under pressure found himself without any other choice than to give way by stretching out all his folds and giving passage to this huge stick. When I had the idea of this present, I don't think that I fully appreciated its consequences. My cousin seemed to catch fire and was burning like a bonfire; my hands tried at all costs to hold back the invader but Paul with his free hand because he had already guided his stick up to the entrance of my little butt held them not letting them act in defense of my violated cousin; my legs swayed in the air as if asking for help and my body shook violently. I don't want to give you this gift anymore. Come on, eat my pussy! He noticed my suffering and just let his head in, but didn't let the part that had already entered come out. He kissed me on the back of the neck and kindly asked me to calm down; the worst was over, he said it took a little sacrifice so we could enjoy the good moment later. He told me to breathe and said I would gradually get used to this strange "body" tucked into my butt. While I got used to him gently smoothed my buttocks as if I were sleeping with a child. After a few minutes, the burning had practically passed and I was starting to feel good about giving him my ass. I dared to put my hand on my butt and stumbled upon an actual pole stuck in my buttocks, shyly released his dick and realized that it was still far from entering everything into my arse. He realizing that there wasn't so much discomfort anymore started very slowly resuming the operation where he left off, and little by little went inserting with intervals for caress of prayer on my neck, hair and hips. I was sweating like a pot lid, some parts of my body were dripping with perspiration until finally he grabbed my hand and put it on the base of his stick. What relief! To my surprise I saw that you had come in. I didn't even believe that something so big could fit into this little hole. He said: "Now we are just having fun". And slowly began to move back and forth, which at first was still somewhat uncomfortable, as my butt showed signs of too much ardor, but gradually it became accustomed and I started feeling how pleasant giving ass is. At one point I didn't even recognize myself, because I broke down asking: - <unk>Go Paul put more ...put your little girl ...go dear ...get in the ass of your mistress ... go ...eat my virgin butt ...make me laugh at the ass ...go macho. And he did not make a plea for it, but willingly entered. It was more than thirty minutes of putting and taking away, I could not see, but I was sure that my ass was in tatters due to the punishment (sweet) which was receiving. Until we couldn't stand anymore and screams enjoyed hallucinatingly. It felt wonderful to be thrown well inside my arse. I'd finally lost my virginity in the nick of time, and to a wonderful man who knew how to treat a woman. We were lying side by side for about fifteen minutes, when he invited me to take a shower; we went to the bathroom and there, as it could not help being, he was making fun of me, amazed at the volume of my <unk>xaninha<unk> , and continuous act, came with his silly hand make caresses on her <unk>testinha<unk>, only that caressing in <unk>estinha<unk> was just the beginning, soon he slipped his finger inside my little piece looking for my cricket and finding him, said that he was tough, and this meant to him that I was <unk>tezuda<unk>, and that he didn't want me to leave so confess That his caresses for her and my cricket had touched me, that she was showing signs of getting wet again. He sat down on the floor of the bathroom stall and bent his legs, leaving his knees upward, and then commanded me to sit with my bundle upon his knee; at first I did not understand what he was intending, but as soon as I felt like he had ordered it, I realized his intention, for in that position I'd stood with my xotinha facing forward and at face-height from him. than with the caress of her tongue's tip, to then be sucked into that hot mouth, and then I had my tiny little cheek being now kissed, now licked. It was a master sucker, every twist of his tongue inside my xotinha drove me crazy. Like an unhinged woman I pulled her head by the hair into my bouquet, I wanted to be literally eaten in that man's tasty mouth It was more than twenty minutes of sucking, in which I could not count how many times I enjoyed myself until, no longer able to endure it, I took one last sip, screaming like a hallucination, my whole body gave evidence of the immeasurable pleasure that I felt, almost fainting while sitting on his knees, he had to hold me with his strong arms so that I wouldn't fall down, and enjoying himself without any reservation or shyness, by shouting announced that he was making fun at the mouth of a handsome and wonderful man. After so much fun, I had no legs to go under the shower, he took me almost on his lap, only after a cold bath did I recover. We bathed each other very carefully and affectionately I tried to reward him for everything I received by washing that roll which had given me such pleasure and didn't bother putting several kisses on it and still put it in my mouth where I started sucking but we stopped there because the afternoon was already over. I came home beautiful, light and loose. My husband even wondered about my happy air and asked what was happening to me, the reason for such happiness. I replied that "he himself tried to find out why". For a long time I 'gave' to my gym teacher and moreover did not give pleasure to my husband knowing that I already gave it to another man because I thought he didn't deserve the joy of having his fantasy fulfilled
My name is Hellen, and this fact that I'm going to tell you about right now, it happened to me. I was 28 years old and had only been married for five years when I noticed my husband as sexually uninterested, and whenever he rarely sought me out in our quick hook-ups, he always hinted at wanting to see me "giving" (this was the term he used) myself to another man. It bothered me a lot but I tried to take advantage of the situation because when he talked about his fantasy we would get hotter sexes together and I could have two consecutive ones on one night - rare! I couldn't understand his lack of interest, since I am a woman who does not leave much to be desired: I am always well tanned from the beach with a very sensual thong mark, my breasts are slightly above average, quite tough, an upturned butt, thick thighs in short, everything is in place (because I know what I hear on the street and at the gym where I do exercise by men passing me). The fact that I will narrate happened precisely at the academy with my fitness instructor named Paulo.
It was a Monday and I had gone to my gym class, as I do almost every day of the week. But on that day, my tension was enormous due to my anxiety about the long period of fasting sex at home and I could not indulge in any kind of exercise, showing myself even a little irritable, which caught Paul's attention. He told me that it would be no use continuing with class because he wasn't doing anything useful. He kindly told me that in this case, more advisable than gymnastics would be a massage session, yes, it would make me relax and get rid of all the tension. And then he graciously put himself at my disposal for a session since he was also a masseur, and on that afternoon the only scheduled student was me, which left his entire afternoon free. Given this argument I accepted and afterwards he took me to the upper floor of the academy where there were boxes suitable for massages sessions. Getting up there, and realizing that no one was there being thus alone, I felt a little embarrassed, and said it would be better to leave for the next day when I'd come in my own clothes for a massage session since at this time I was wearing only underwear (a white lace panties with very small side shoelaces and half-cup bra with quite generous neckline) beneath my lycra set on which Paul put that this wouldn't be an impediment and none that most <unk>ladies<unk> of the academy took massages in their lingerie and me g You said you could rest assured he'd be discreet. I was baffled by the possibility of standing in underwear before a strange man (until then, I had only stood like this before my husband), but I confess that curiosity moved me and Paul's firmness intimidated me; I could not say no to him despite being shy. Trying to show naturalness, I did as he ordered by wearing only underpants that clearly delineated my little pocket and made clear its volume and the rigidity of my buttocks which in those panties were almost fully visible. And a brassiere that concealed from my hard round breasts because it was very thin and white showed how stiff my nipples had become perhaps due to an unusual situation. He didn't say anything at all about what he saw, but his lycra shorts gave me the impression that something moved beneath them. He told me to lie down on the mat and try to relax, then came passing a gel from my heel until the beginning of my bundle, which because it was ice-cold and more contact with that man's hands had caused me a shiver I am sure he noticed, since the golden hair (I use <unk>blond<unk> when going to the beach to make my hairs yellow) in my bag were all frightened. So he started massaging me, bottom up, showing very good at this. Arriving at my thighs, he asked me to open them up a little so that he could put his hands between the hips and there it took him much longer. As he raised his hands higher towards my little bundle, I instinctively spread my legs wider; for without any need of him asking me to do so, I had a complete sense of the vision which was being given to him, that in the position wherein I stood looking backward and forward I could see quite distinctly the volume and shape of my pocket. My breathing was somewhat hoarse, it was indescribable how much excitement this situation aroused in me. At this point, he told me that I needed to put gel on my bag and was afraid it would stain my panties as they were white. In a thoughtless gesture of mine, I stretched out my arms and with both hands untied the side loops from them, and with one hand spread over the mattress the piece of lace still covering my butt; only after doing so did I realise that looking backwards not just my pocket but almost all my bouquet had been exposed to his gaze. I no longer recognised myself and for some reason, but at that moment my husband's fantasy of wanting me to "go" with another man came back in mind. Paul cleverly took the initiative to open up my thighs a little bit more, then licked all over my now-naked butt with ice cream gel, and began massaging my entire bundle with his skilled hands which by this time were sliding down the sides of my bundle right near the big lips on my cheekbone, tearing out from underneath me a groan I could not disguise. He continued working in that area and spoke to me affectionately <unk> This ...relax well...you'll get it if you let go. My breath was heavy. I felt him continue climbing up my back until he reached the lace of my bra, when again he questioned me about what to do with it without saying anything, and already feeling surrendered, I folded his arms which were all time held along the body, and untied its loop, which he made slide over the mattress. He continued his work, and at the height of my breasts he made me arch a little over my body, with which he slid his hands slightly so that they touched my boobs towards my nipples but did not touch them. I was no longer in control of myself; my breathing and intermittent groans indicated that I had surrendered to this man's agile hands. In front of such a picture he spoke again softly almost into my ear: - "You can't hold on ... relax... just let go ... you need to release this tension". To which I replied, "I can't do it...i am not able to". And he finished this part of the massage by paying a lot of attention to my shoulders and neck. After doing that, he turned to me and said that i had to turn around so that he could also massage in front of me. At that moment he asked me if I was ready to start the second part, I just shook my head in an affirmative direction, to which he replied: - "If you're not having a good time say so. Do you want me to stop?" He asked. And I answered almost asking him: And at my request he began, this time in reverse the first step i.e., from my neck and shoulders downwards even more slowly with slower movements reaching close to my breasts instinctively without his asking me I took it upon myself to pull my bra aside leaving my beautiful little boobies wonderful hard ones with their stiff beaks so stubborn as to defy him With my breasts completely exposed to his gaze and even more so to the counting of his hands, which did not make themselves pleasers but began massaging them affectionately with special attention for their little beaks that were placed between two fingers and rolled. I had my head turned sideways as if without courage to face him in the eyes, breathlessness was there and from my lips came an unconcealed groan. And he would again insist on me "letting go", that I should let out all my "tension". I could only answer that 'I can't ... I cannot', almost in a whisper. I think for the long time without sex at home, I was not able to have fun. And he consoled me: - "Don't worry, you will get it". Continuing with the massage, he went down towards my belly area and when I felt him approaching my little butt, by this point already nearly drowning in his own liquid, again took the initiative to pull on my panties which were just resting on my <unk>xaninha<unk> . So I was completely naked, and then it occurred to me that this is what I had wanted from the very beginning. It seemed as if I could even hear my little girl's big lips clapping because they got rid of that last piece which held her captive; now she was free, like my breasts, to receive in an integral way the caresses of those experienced hands. He still lingered a little longer in the region of my belly, as if enjoying fully and more longly the sight of my completely naked cheekbones with their well-groomed coils because I don't like total (shaving) hair removal. I felt that she could no longer retain within herself all the fluid which she produced by herself, and let it begin to flow through my thighs towards my cuisine. And it was pleasant feeling the liquid running down my body. Finally, he masterfully began to "massage" my little doll first very gently with his "tittle head", and then moving a bit further away from my thighs, massaging my big lips and finally making contact for the first time with my cricket. It seemed as if I was getting an electric shock; my whole body gasped and drops of sweat started appearing on my forehead, so that I could no longer stand still on the mat. He would work the entire area of my bouquet, sometimes inside and then outside on my groin. And he always went back to the central part which was my crotch. My sobs were no longer disguised; I actually moaned with all due respect. Then again he insisted: "Relax ... you need to relax once and for all... let go ... don't think about anything, just relax". This situation continued for more than twenty minutes without me being able to enjoy it effectively. Seeing the difficulty I was having in making fun, he asked me if I wanted him to use a resource that certainly would not fail so that I could finally get rid of my "tension", and I, already in a sign of total surrender, in a demonstration of complete submission to this man who had such experience with dealing with women's bodies, whispered: - Do whatever you want ... but please... make it possible for me to feel. Then I felt his hands very gently open the lips of my mouthpiece, leaving my little cricket completely exposed. And then I could feel a warm breath approaching to my mouthpipe and feeling my helpless cricket being sucked by some hot fleshy lips; there was no doubt that he was sucking me up. From the trembling in my body, I had the sensation that I'd gone to the ceiling and turned around several times before almost shouting: - <unk>Paulo ...you are sucking... you are suckin'...this is a sweet blowjob! His agile and fleshy tongue skillfully licked my whole mouth, his thick lips gnawed at her big lips, then he returned to give a real "kiss" on my little bird. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would make fun of this wonderful mouth. My mouth was swollen up; I could no longer hold back the laughing and I almost shouted: - <unk>Don't stop ...don't quit...I want to have fun ...lots of fun ...sucks ...goes deliciously ... sucks my cricket ...bites my small bushel ....smiles me into having fun with this delicious mouth! And it came to pass that, between the screaming and moaning I violently made fun of my intention was to squeeze my thighs as if in an attempt to hold his head back into this position with its wonderful tongue inside my pussy like he didn't want to stop making fun anymore. My groans of laughter were mixed up with a cry which took over me perhaps from excitement at seeing myself laughing again when I already thought I would never be able to do so. Even during my mockery, Paulo continued to whip my cricket with his pleasant tongue, and now in a first moment after the intense mocking, my Cricket as well as all of my mouthpiece was too sensitive, and they could no longer hold that "surra" language anymore, I almost begged for help: - <unk>Stop ...stop ...I can't stand it any more ...for...please Paul ...stop. And he showed complete sensitivity by stopping slowly until he stopped at once, then very affectionately dropped three kisses on my little lipstick. I rested my head on the mat and took a deep breath, feeling fulfilled. He left me in this "rest" for about five minutes, then crawled to where I was standing with one hand grabbing one of my breasts and with the other began gently smoothing out the little head of my bucket as if making me wake up; at that moment I came to feel affection and gratitude for that man. Close by myself he spoke very softly into my ear: - "Do you want complete relaxation?" I didn't even think about what "complete relaxation" could mean, but immediately said yes and added: "I want everything that is my right which has been denied to me for so long". He kissed me on the mouth with a lovely kiss where I felt the taste of liquid from my bottle. Then he sucked affectionately at my breasts, waking me up completely and giving back all the hardness I had previously experienced. So he went down his body, fit between my thighs and then I felt his hands gently opening up my pussy. I still didn't know what was going to happen but I knew that whatever it was would lead me back into fun again, which is all I wanted: I was still engrossed in my thoughts, when I felt the entrance of my bucket being touched by something that certainly wasn't Paulo's tongue. Something which no longer only played but now began to invade my "pererequinha", and with the onset of its invasion left me without any more doubts: it was Paul's roll. He was beginning to thrust the scroll into me, gently and delicately but firmly. I felt that my mouthpiece which had been so tight for such a short period of time was completely overwhelmed by the volume of this scroll; although I could not see it, I knew with certainty that it was bulky: I sensed that the inside of my bottle enlarged in order to allow entry to this wonderful scroll. In an unexplainable gesture, I raised my hands above my head almost as if shouting "Paulo...you're eating me"... Now I practically knew the meaning of the word "complete relaxation". He kept shoving that 'jeba' into me, it seemed like he would never finish putting it in, so big was it. When at last he stopped, took my hand and brought it to my little mouthpiece as if to show me that he had already put a tiny bit inside. I don't know how but I felt happy and fulfilled to have this whole roll within myself. Grateful, I looked for his lips and we kissed with a lot of affection and desire for each other, our tongues crossed as if we were long-time lovers, I could see with my mouth how voluminous her tongue was and thought about what my xotinha had just received. He interrupted our kisses to ask me whether I was ready and wished to have fun again. And I answered him by saying that he has "white card", that having fun in his role is all I wanted. He gave me another kiss and started an entrance and exit from my pocket which was crazy. He would take it out, almost letting his head come out of the hole in her entrance and then he'd put it back again all the way down. First slowly, but later on at a quicker pace, driving me crazy with that sense of enjoyment I was getting from it. There were moments when he pulled away and delayed returning to her this "little toy" which she had become accustomed to and did not want to lose any more; it seemed even as if he was admiring the "miracle" he was doing into her little hole. In those moments I would ask in the loudest voice that I could: - "Don't take it off, darling ... put this little roll back into her again... go away my dear ... put your hand inside of her once more ... she is needy". To which he promptly responded by sticking a small rolled-up one on my butt and leading me to indescribable sensations. And so we stayed for who knows how long. Until, as in a telepathic communication, when I was about to tell him that I could not stand it anymore and would enjoy myself, he guessing my thoughts said: - <unk>Darling let me have fun inside you ...let me pour my little milk into this wonderful xotinha ...say that lets me realize myself within this all lovely bucket ... say. To which I replied: - "Enjoy dear...enjoy and make me laugh together with you ...give me your little leche ...fun with me ...fill me with your hot fuck". In the next moment we exploded equally, it was a wonderful joy. Our bodies seemed to be one, receiving a single strong electric shock. I almost shouted: "I'm having fun ... am enjoying again ... I'm enjoying in your role... darling". While he covered me with kisses and left that torso buried inside of me until the bottom, pouring out the last drop of his joy into my xotinha. We fell on our sides as if fainted, and I don't know how long we remained in this state. I woke up and realized that it continued like that restful state, the deserved rest of <unk>warrior<unk>. I didn't want to think about anything, least of all something that would make me feel guilty. I just wanted to think one thing: "I was happy; I had fun again". I felt a little discomfort in the middle of my legs and passed my hand over and was surprised by how badly burned up my mouthpiece looked. It literally smelled like 'machucca'. Our laughter flowed from inside it mixed with each other. I felt that she was swollen and all skinned from the effort to receive this "calibre", but satisfied, had never enjoyed in such a way. Now I knew what it meant to be a real woman. I looked at Paul still in state of "rest" and became curious to see the "instrument" with which he made me so happy, and who left my mouthpiece like that. I came across a role worthy of every respect, almost one-and-a-half times as big as my husband's. I don't know why, but at that moment I remembered a friend who told me in detail how it was when she had anal sex with her husband for the first time. I even felt a shiver thinking about all of this entering my still virgin ass because my husband always commented that I have a beautiful and handsome tail, but he never ventured to eat me from behind, at most he had smoothed my butt a few times with an air of greed, but without going beyond that. Paul was on his side, and that colossus half concealed between his legs. In a gesture of tenderness and affection as well as gratitude I gently smoothed out the mast; in an instinctive movement he turned around and stood chest-up leaving the whole scroll exposed to my curious gaze and caresses. I felt compelled to give her more and more affection, with greater intensity. It got to the point where I couldn't contain myself and started kissing all that sweetness, then moving towards her head, where it was no longer kisses but long-winded ones, so as to start putting it in my mouth, and rehearsing a little blowjob, which I did kind of awkwardly because I had never sucked on my husband. His dick was already completely hard, he had woken up and showed signs of being ready for another battle. While I was kissing him and licking his roll, Paul awoke. He stroked my hair with one of his hands, looked at me tenderly and affectionately, then asked: "What do you want now? Look! It's not good to mess around with someone who is quiet!" - As if not knowing what he was doing, nor measuring the consequences of my act, said that I had prepared a "surprise little gift" for him, and continuous action, turned me on his stomach, pushed my butt up, and caressing all the end of her roll, said: - <unk>This is like a present for all the fun you gave me today, I want you to eat my bundle. And asked with a voice full of denge: He even asked me if this was what I wanted, whether I had already seen that his role was a "little" beyond the normal one, if I wouldn't regret it later. But as he talked more and more I felt tan in my arse, I started drooling just thinking about having all of those things on my ass. For your delay in deciding, I again ask: - <unk>Enrabame Paulo ...please ...do not refuse the gift that I am giving you with so much affection ...I never gave to anyone ...don't refuse my little bundy ...go darling enrabaam ...put this taste also into my small bundy, like you stuck in my xotinha ?? . Soon I felt his finger picking up the honey that was beginning to flow from my little bucket and depositing this honey in the sockets of my ass, lovingly and patiently he did this operation several times, and the more he stuck his finger into my xotinha, the more honey it returned to "fabricate", and again the honey was led to the entrance of my butt. When he felt that the inside of my little ass was already quite moist, he took his roll and without me waiting, shoved it all into my mouthpiece, poking me up to the heel, even though I liked the penetration, which made my xotinha vibrate, I complained: - <unk>No dear ...do not do so ...you stuck in the wrong hole ...it's on the bundle that I want now ...please ...put yourself in it go ... please. In what he spoke to my ear calming me down: - "Calm, it was just to lubricate the entire length of my pinto. I am going to eat this beautiful tasty butt". Then he slowly pulled me out of it, leaving my wife looking like a little boy who loses his bullet. He stuck the tip of his finger in my asshole and made circular movements with him inside to then put the head of his stick right on my kitchen door. I caught myself all by that contact, and felt that would not be easy carrying all this stuff into the kitchen. He grabbed my ass with his hands from the inside out, and he was tearing it open, and asked that underneath me between my legs I would pass one of my hands over to myself by pointing the head of his stick at the entrance to my butt. And so I did, only no matter how much he opened up my butt when its head hit on the opening in my butt, it refused to give way to something as gigantic compared to the hole in my bottom. He reversed position, telling me to rest my shoulders on the mat and myself open up my bundle with my hands while he would direct that tool into my anal orifice. I put my shoulder towards the mat leaving my butt fully pointing upwards, and placed my arms underneath me, with my hand stretching out as wide as possible, leaving my ass completely exposed and at the mercy of attack from this "warrior", which I knew was going to be ruthless. Paul leaned his head firmly against the glove compartment and in a slow but steady movement, he was shoving that head up my asshole with no chance of defense for him who under pressure found himself without any other choice than to give way by stretching out all his folds and giving passage to this huge stick. When I had the idea of this present, I don't think that I fully appreciated its consequences. My cousin seemed to catch fire and was burning like a bonfire; my hands tried at all costs to hold back the invader but Paul with his free hand because he had already guided his stick up to the entrance of my little butt held them not letting them act in defense of my violated cousin; my legs swayed in the air as if asking for help and my body shook violently. I don't want to give you this gift anymore. Come on, eat my pussy! He noticed my suffering and just let his head in, but didn't let the part that had already entered come out. He kissed me on the back of the neck and kindly asked me to calm down; the worst was over, he said it took a little sacrifice so we could enjoy the good moment later. He told me to breathe and said I would gradually get used to this strange "body" tucked into my butt. While I got used to him gently smoothed my buttocks as if I were sleeping with a child. After a few minutes, the burning had practically passed and I was starting to feel good about giving him my ass. I dared to put my hand on my butt and stumbled upon an actual pole stuck in my buttocks, shyly released his dick and realized that it was still far from entering everything into my arse. He realizing that there wasn't so much discomfort anymore started very slowly resuming the operation where he left off, and little by little went inserting with intervals for caress of prayer on my neck, hair and hips. I was sweating like a pot lid, some parts of my body were dripping with perspiration until finally he grabbed my hand and put it on the base of his stick. What relief! To my surprise I saw that you had come in. I didn't even believe that something so big could fit into this little hole. He said: "Now we are just having fun". And slowly began to move back and forth, which at first was still somewhat uncomfortable, as my butt showed signs of too much ardor, but gradually it became accustomed and I started feeling how pleasant giving ass is. At one point I didn't even recognize myself, because I broke down asking: - <unk>Go Paul put more ...put your little girl ...go dear ...get in the ass of your mistress ... go ...eat my virgin butt ...make me laugh at the ass ...go macho. And he did not make a plea for it, but willingly entered. It was more than thirty minutes of putting and taking away, I could not see, but I was sure that my ass was in tatters due to the punishment (sweet) which was receiving. Until we couldn't stand anymore and screams enjoyed hallucinatingly. It felt wonderful to be thrown well inside my arse. I'd finally lost my virginity in the nick of time, and to a wonderful man who knew how to treat a woman. We were lying side by side for about fifteen minutes, when he invited me to take a shower; we went to the bathroom and there, as it could not help being, he was making fun of me, amazed at the volume of my <unk>xaninha<unk> , and continuous act, came with his silly hand make caresses on her <unk>testinha<unk>, only that caressing in <unk>estinha<unk> was just the beginning, soon he slipped his finger inside my little piece looking for my cricket and finding him, said that he was tough, and this meant to him that I was <unk>tezuda<unk>, and that he didn't want me to leave so confess That his caresses for her and my cricket had touched me, that she was showing signs of getting wet again. He sat down on the floor of the bathroom stall and bent his legs, leaving his knees upward, and then commanded me to sit with my bundle upon his knee; at first I did not understand what he was intending, but as soon as I felt like he had ordered it, I realized his intention, for in that position I'd stood with my xotinha facing forward and at face-height from him. than with the caress of her tongue's tip, to then be sucked into that hot mouth, and then I had my tiny little cheek being now kissed, now licked. It was a master sucker, every twist of his tongue inside my xotinha drove me crazy. Like an unhinged woman I pulled her head by the hair into my bouquet, I wanted to be literally eaten in that man's tasty mouth It was more than twenty minutes of sucking, in which I could not count how many times I enjoyed myself until, no longer able to endure it, I took one last sip, screaming like a hallucination, my whole body gave evidence of the immeasurable pleasure that I felt, almost fainting while sitting on his knees, he had to hold me with his strong arms so that I wouldn't fall down, and enjoying himself without any reservation or shyness, by shouting announced that he was making fun at the mouth of a handsome and wonderful man. After so much fun, I had no legs to go under the shower, he took me almost on his lap, only after a cold bath did I recover. We bathed each other very carefully and affectionately I tried to reward him for everything I received by washing that roll which had given me such pleasure and didn't bother putting several kisses on it and still put it in my mouth where I started sucking but we stopped there because the afternoon was already over. I came home beautiful, light and loose. My husband even wondered about my happy air and asked what was happening to me, the reason for such happiness. I replied that "he himself tried to find out why". For a long time I 'gave' to my gym teacher and moreover did not give pleasure to my husband knowing that I already gave it to another man because I thought he didn't deserve the joy of having his fantasy fulfilled
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