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Hello, my friends, sorry for the delay.
But I'm still collecting people's testimonies and then turning them into history and posting them here.
Robert and Lucy
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We were a group of seven friends from school, who shared everything...
Joys, sorrows, lots of fun and especially the boys, who ate our sketches...
We'd line up with them and none of us could complain if someone else wanted to fuck the kid.
Just the one I couldn't have...
My brother...
He was unanimous among my friends, the most desired and really he was a "Greek god" of so cat and tasty...
I was the one who always mediated all the fucking between him and them...
I helped him eat all my girlfriends' sketches, one by one until he only missed eating mine, but I was his sister, that didn't roll...
The comments after each fuck was our main topic among us girls...
The compliments on that stick and how she made fun of each one of them, created within me a maddening desire and the image of a beautiful and perfect stick, which killed me with curiosity, but which was repressed by my conscience and my conservative and family sense...
My friends would always make fun of me and him when we were all together saying...
The only thing missing from the list of sketches he ate was your Bianca...
And I would respond with another joke...
- You are very deformed girls!!!! I would never accept to be the last on a man's list... Either I am the first to taste his dick, or he will never have the privilege to fuck my little sketch... So for your information, I was the first to taste this delicious dick... My little brother fucks me every day at home when we are alone...
And he laughed, and we all laughed together.
And that's all it was, just jokes...
Even though he was ten years older than me and we had a very open and explicit conversation, mostly about sex, he never went beyond that, but he always asked me something.
Whenever I went to give my sketch to some boy, he wanted to see first who the boy I had chosen was...
In return, I would make the same request.
I also wanted to see the girl before he ate and then he would tell me everything he had done to her...
That year, it was an intense year of discoveries and wonderful experiences that I will never forget...
That was the year I lost my gourd and 365 whole days in the whorehouse with that group of friends.
I found in my brother, an accomplice to the mischief and a friend and confidant...
But that year went by too fast and he got married right away and went to live in another city with his wife.
I suffered a lot from that separation and I started to live on his memories and one that marked my life and moved me forever...
Days before his wedding, at a party given by this same group of friends, he was doing a lot of whoring and mischief.
My brother and I were having so much fun, but I was so into him that I didn't want to be with any of the guys at the party, but I didn't have the heart to open up and say that I was crazy about his cock and wanted to fuck him.
My brother wanted to smoke a joint and called me to join him and find out who I'd chosen to fuck...
I told him that the person I wanted and dreamed of giving my little sketch to couldn't be my...
He even asked and insisted, to know who this person was, but with a lot of fear and shame I said...
It's not going to solve anything.
While he was smoking and we were talking my heart shot...
And in the middle of that conversation he started to say...
- If you weren't my sister, I'd eat your sweet little face, I'd make you moan and laugh so much in my mouth, you'd never forget this day.
It was like a dream.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Those words made my bones tremble within my flesh.
Not only did it mark my adolescence, but it touched me deeply...
- That sketch must be very nice!
He said, among other things...
And almost almost.
For a trifle!
If he had kept on talking just a little bit longer I would have given myself to him...
But a whore of a friend of mine showed up just in time and ended the mood and since then, he never spoke to me that way again...
I thought all those words were said under the influence of booze and marijuana...
It was always hammering my head, every sentence...
That night...
That party, for me it wasn't over yet, there needed to be a countdown and for a final point in the conversation..
Better to say, there's no end to it.
It was a vain hope...
Now he was married and we hadn't seen each other for seven years and I was about to get married too...
But all it took was one phone call from you to start it all over again...
It all came back, that night, that party, it was like a remake, only time had passed, but the characters were the same.
On the phone an invitation for me to spend 15 days in your house, that's how fate began to conspire in favor of a forbidden, insane and lewd stunt...
When I got to the airport, we drove to a resort...
On the two-hour drive to a heavenly place, we talked a lot, mainly about his marriage, which was not going well and about sex, which has always been our main topic since adolescence...
I already noticed that he was determined to fuck me because your question left no doubt...
All of a sudden he asks me...
- How's that little sketch?
It was a nice surprise for me to suddenly change the subject, but I didn't think twice and replied...
- She's here, guarded by my panties... in recent years she's been very quiet, no fun for a long time and she's just a little girl...
My brother looks at me smiling wryly with another question...
- But is that little bitch getting the job done... or is she just starving herself?
I took about two or three seconds to respond, with a laugh, but without demonstrating much certainty I replied...
He's very nice to me... he's a good guy... he respects me...
He looks again and questions more firmly seeking a truth from me....
- That's not what I asked... I asked if his prick gives you pleasure, makes you climb walls, makes you moan and scream like a slut on his dick...
I'll answer with another question...
Do you think I'm a whore?
He smiles and looks me in the eye.
I know you're not a slut, but I know you love being one when you're doing a crazy stunt on the bed.
So I answer with another question in a challenging tone...
- As you know, if I'm like this in bed, you've never eaten my sketch, only those stupid girls..
And he laughs back.
- You never gave me...
And I'm back in the hole.
- You never asked for...
That's how the conversation went, on that level.
Until we walked into the presidential suite that was reserved for a married couple and it was just the two of us...
I figured those 15 days I'd be all about him and his prick...
And without wasting any time he took me to bed.
When he threw me on that extremely cute mattress, like a cloud, I already fall into the stump position, all open...
One of my feet on your left shoulder and my other leg crossed on your right arm...
His body fit between my legs and rested falling on mine and that's how I felt his weight.
His iron-hard cock, swelling to the point of bursting the package formed in his jeans, pressed on my swollen little face that was beating nonstop...
His mouth shut my mouth with a kiss, when I tried to argue the strawberry...
- Let me take a shower, make myself smelly for you... make my little sketch smelly for you...?
But the kiss took too long and only made me crazier to fuck.
When his mouth got loose from mine, I begged him to let me bathe in it, so he could suck it nice and tasty, but clean and not sweaty like she was.
But the little brother smiled and said..
- But she's going to take a bath now.
I smile and say...
Then do what you want with me, fuck me the way you like, you perverted head...
And he laughed and lowered his head to my sketch.
With his face on top of his swollen vulva, he insisted that I know that he smelled my face all messed up and sweaty.
He kissed tenderly every bit of her, on the cloth of his underpants, always accompanied by a scent.
I watched enchanted and all melted like a teenage girl in love, every caress his in my mouth, half embarrassed and full of shame of course, because I feel my mouth very labuzado and melodica ..
But I've been slowly relaxing.
He stroked his little finger, sliding from top to bottom, following the trail that the fabric of my panties formed on the gap of my pussy and he felt the wet cloth, in a mixture of liquid sweat, with the liquid of my vaginal flora with the cream that my little face vomited, drooling all over the lip of my little face...
And then I saw him, with that same little finger, pull the rubber band off his panties to the side and kiss my sweet little sketch...
That damned little finger was slowly inserted into my little sketch, giving me a sigh, and slowly pulled out, only all drooling and licking, by my whitened cream...
Bringing his finger to his nose, he sniffed deeply, sighed and said..
- What a delicious and strong smell of cheek you have little hand....
I was ashamed, but I let it go.
I didn't say anything, I was silent just looking into her eyes, all suspicious...
I watched my brother put his finger in his mouth and clean it all up, sucking it all up and licking his lips...
That's when he put his mouth on my sketch...
With wide eyes and panting with open mouth, I felt her rough tongue scratch between the lips of my little face and press my clitoris in a tongue massage...
And it was at that exact moment that I left orbit...
My mind stopped in a marvelous ecstasy and my skin shivered from head to toe...
A sharp, squeezed whimper escaped my mouth in the form of a half-weeping sob...
My body went into overdrive, twisting all over the bed.
That first suck of my brother on my cock, it was like the first of my life, it was like a hurricane that took all my strength.
My little body relaxed and my legs automatically opened up even more...
I threw my head hard on that mattress and I closed my eyes giving myself up for good...
A mad desire to weep with pleasure, took possession of me at that moment when the sucking intensified...
I nailed my fingernails to his head and pulled his hair tight as if to tear it so it was to the madness that I incorporated...
I wanted to shout loudly, so that everyone would know how much pleasure I was feeling and all my happiness, so that everyone would know that it was my brother who was doing that to me...
I could feel my whole body reacting naturally to the stimuli that the sucking of my little nipple gave me, so I twisted on the bed, like a snake, opening my legs so that his mouth would go deeper and deeper into it, with that delicious tongue.
My hip was twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching and twitching.
I used to moan loudly when my brother would stick his tongue out of my vagina and when his lips would clench my clitoris rubbing his tongue in a massage, I would curl my body screaming with pleasure.
I could feel my face melting, pouring milk straight into his mouth.
I couldn't take all that pressure.
My brother got down on his knees on the bed, put my legs up in the air and I stood in an arched position and watched him suck my ass, slide his tongue up my cheek and back into his ass again.
I would go completely crazy...
I felt like my body was on fire.
I would shrink all over, holding his head, pulling more and more up my little face rubbing it hard...
I 'd stretch my whole body too , get really hard .
My brother opened me wide shutting his mouth on my lipstick, sucking, sticking his tongue in and out, massaging my clitoris and masturbating me until my little body couldn't take it anymore and exploded in hallucinatory joy.
I yelled, I shouted...
I grabbed his head, squeezed it between my thighs and pulled his hair with all my strength, twisting and shaking like an epileptic.
My body was convulsing and I was screaming and moaning all at the same time as my little girl was spewing milk into her mouth with strong jets...
I was sneezing so hard and so hard that it was like I was peeing in his mouth...
He took everything I ejaculated without wasting a drop...
Until my spasms subsided and my body relaxed and stagnated from exhaustion and my groans and cries died down and only my sobs remained from a gasping breath...
He stares at me for a short while and breaks the silence with the phrase..
Gozo is not my love....? Gozo almost died from so much fun.... My mouth is still full of shit, you know...? It tastes delicious, salty...
While he was saying a lot of things like that to me I was looking at him with my eyes wide open, reaching for the air breathing deeply trying to recover...
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