In the little room
In the little room
When we moved to the new neighborhood, due to the increase in services, Dad had to get another helper and as we had in the back of the yard a little room where we kept the truck stuff, he decided to clean it up, put a bed in a closet, made a bathroom outside, and left Faustino, new helper, living there, he had been working with us for almost a year. He's the reason Dad caught us at a construction site where the truck stuck. Read "In the new neighborhood", from then on I served Dad twice a week and when it worked out to help them in the truck, whenever I could serve the helpers also without Dad knowing. In the morning, I went to school, went back to school, did my homework, and when I couldn't go to work with Dad, I was going to play catch-up with the other boys, in the afternoon, when Dad came home and called me for coffee while Dad was taking a shower. Faustino would come to his room, take his bath, lie in the hammock to rest, listen to music, wait for dinner, little use of the bed, prefer to sleep in the hammock he himself installed. At dinnertime, on the days I bathed with Dad,
Mama called him, he'd pick up the plate of food and eat there in his little room, he didn't like dinner with us. In the other days, as I had taken coffee Mamae did not let me take a bath then, claimed it was bad. I'd ask her to let me play a little bit more, she'd let me, I'd go out and I'd go through the little room and listen to the radio playing songs, I'd go around the little room to make it look like I was going to play and I'd stick myself in there. Faustino was always in shorts lying in the hammock listening to music, I would go straight into the hammock and shove my hand down his shorts and take his jeba out, he would ask to raise the volume a little more, so that nobody could hear us, I already knew what I had to do and did it with pleasure. I'd suck until I drank his broth, then he'd take off my shorts, lay me down on my face, I'd hang my legs, the net was high, on Faustino's waist, and the torture session started. He bit my swimsuits, licked and licked my ass, then greased it with edible oil, stuck his finger and swirled it, licked his stick, put it on the door, always commenting that he delights in ass. He kept playing and rubbing his
I stick it through my water and I stick it in my eye, leaving myself completely in ecstasy. I'd ask him to jam the bow in my greedy ass but he'd rather play a lot and when I was already totally given to his wishes he'd ply the tool and push the entrance. The salami was starting to slide, I could feel my ass opening up and his head was jumping inside, he was acting calmly, pushing me away, leaving me in a state of euphoria, where my desire was to scream, roar and butt it hard, but my legs were in the air. He stood up, just rocked the net, making the movement of going and the head almost went out, when he came to bury a good piece of his rod, and again goes, get out almost everything, and again comes and buried another good one
And then I'd feel your berries hit my ass, bury it all in my ass.
When everything was wrapped up, I would hold the net and speed up the pace and then the hot milk jets would flood my ass, he would climb up the net and we'd be stuck there until his dick came out, so I could clean it up and drink the rest of the juice. I used to suck a lot to make him grow up again, but now I'd lie on the bed and lift my legs, and he'd put them on his shoulder and slowly lie on top of me by putting the end of the bow at the beginning of the tunnel, and as he lay on me, the wreath was paving the way and rolling my ass. Many bombardments and again the hot juice jets were poured inside me. At that time I was completely in a trance my will was to scream, to roar, but, I had to groan quietly and ask him not to take the bow out of my little hole, I liked to feel it slip until I left. Many times, with all that salami inside my ass, I listened to Mama and asked me to come to dinner, she had no idea that I was in there feeling like I was in heaven with all that junk in my ass. Faustino would come and put a lot of toilet paper in my ass so that it wouldn't leak and dirty my shorts and mama would get suspicious, I'd go around the room again and screamed,- he was calling me mamae,- yes, he was, take the dish to Faustino and come take his bath for dinner. I'd take the plate, still suck a little, come back, come straight to the bathroom, where I'd unload the juice and wash my playground thoroughly. Twice a week Dad made it a point to take a shower with me, as soon as he got there he would talk. Let's take a shower before he gets late, and then we'd go into the bathroom. I'd go in and take off my clothes and expose myself to him who seemed to appreciate my ass, he'd take off his underwear and expose his beautiful cock that at the time I'd already yank and suck him till I drank his milk, then he'd turn me over.
I was rubbing my back while your dick was growing out of my water. To speed up the process I'd roll on your stick and butt it up making that huge dick go up again. Dad was always very careful to lubricate his beam, while I was spreading the wall wide open my legs, he was pointing it at my ass and starting to force him in, I was helping him push and roll. When his head would jump in, he would hug me by the waist and start pulling me back and forcing the stick forward. I was crying low, groaning as the salami slipped slowly and Dad's horny was so much that he often managed to lift me up completely by taking my feet off the ground, leaving me practically hanging on his dick. I was delighted to feel his bow stuck in my ass, he admired the ability my ass had to guard it and always said that mama never held up her whole stick, but, I rolled and tried to fit one more piece and when the joy came, he would squeeze and say delicious things to my ear, praising my ass and the glutton of my little hole, making me roll even more and bit his stick with
My little hole that kept blinking. I'd go out and let him finish his bath, and Mama would get Faustino's meal ready and ask him to take it to him, and I'd say I'd wait for him to eat to bring back the plate. I'd go into the little room where he'd wait for me with his bow, put the plate on top of the closet and suck that huge tit, often let him put it in my ass and so stuck and sitting on his lap I'd expect him to have dinner. I'd eat fast, pump a little bit in my ass and let myself go knowing that I was already stocked with roll. This situation lasted many months, until an accident left Dad ill for six months, and in that time to help at home I had to stop studying and go to work. But then I tell you more...
When we moved to the new neighborhood, due to the increase in services, Dad had to get another helper and as we had in the back of the yard a little room where we kept the truck stuff, he decided to clean it up, put a bed in a closet, made a bathroom outside, and left Faustino, new helper, living there, he had been working with us for almost a year. He's the reason Dad caught us at a construction site where the truck stuck. Read "In the new neighborhood", from then on I served Dad twice a week and when it worked out to help them in the truck, whenever I could serve the helpers also without Dad knowing. In the morning, I went to school, went back to school, did my homework, and when I couldn't go to work with Dad, I was going to play catch-up with the other boys, in the afternoon, when Dad came home and called me for coffee while Dad was taking a shower. Faustino would come to his room, take his bath, lie in the hammock to rest, listen to music, wait for dinner, little use of the bed, prefer to sleep in the hammock he himself installed. At dinnertime, on the days I bathed with Dad,
Mama called him, he'd pick up the plate of food and eat there in his little room, he didn't like dinner with us. In the other days, as I had taken coffee Mamae did not let me take a bath then, claimed it was bad. I'd ask her to let me play a little bit more, she'd let me, I'd go out and I'd go through the little room and listen to the radio playing songs, I'd go around the little room to make it look like I was going to play and I'd stick myself in there. Faustino was always in shorts lying in the hammock listening to music, I would go straight into the hammock and shove my hand down his shorts and take his jeba out, he would ask to raise the volume a little more, so that nobody could hear us, I already knew what I had to do and did it with pleasure. I'd suck until I drank his broth, then he'd take off my shorts, lay me down on my face, I'd hang my legs, the net was high, on Faustino's waist, and the torture session started. He bit my swimsuits, licked and licked my ass, then greased it with edible oil, stuck his finger and swirled it, licked his stick, put it on the door, always commenting that he delights in ass. He kept playing and rubbing his
I stick it through my water and I stick it in my eye, leaving myself completely in ecstasy. I'd ask him to jam the bow in my greedy ass but he'd rather play a lot and when I was already totally given to his wishes he'd ply the tool and push the entrance. The salami was starting to slide, I could feel my ass opening up and his head was jumping inside, he was acting calmly, pushing me away, leaving me in a state of euphoria, where my desire was to scream, roar and butt it hard, but my legs were in the air. He stood up, just rocked the net, making the movement of going and the head almost went out, when he came to bury a good piece of his rod, and again goes, get out almost everything, and again comes and buried another good one
And then I'd feel your berries hit my ass, bury it all in my ass.
When everything was wrapped up, I would hold the net and speed up the pace and then the hot milk jets would flood my ass, he would climb up the net and we'd be stuck there until his dick came out, so I could clean it up and drink the rest of the juice. I used to suck a lot to make him grow up again, but now I'd lie on the bed and lift my legs, and he'd put them on his shoulder and slowly lie on top of me by putting the end of the bow at the beginning of the tunnel, and as he lay on me, the wreath was paving the way and rolling my ass. Many bombardments and again the hot juice jets were poured inside me. At that time I was completely in a trance my will was to scream, to roar, but, I had to groan quietly and ask him not to take the bow out of my little hole, I liked to feel it slip until I left. Many times, with all that salami inside my ass, I listened to Mama and asked me to come to dinner, she had no idea that I was in there feeling like I was in heaven with all that junk in my ass. Faustino would come and put a lot of toilet paper in my ass so that it wouldn't leak and dirty my shorts and mama would get suspicious, I'd go around the room again and screamed,- he was calling me mamae,- yes, he was, take the dish to Faustino and come take his bath for dinner. I'd take the plate, still suck a little, come back, come straight to the bathroom, where I'd unload the juice and wash my playground thoroughly. Twice a week Dad made it a point to take a shower with me, as soon as he got there he would talk. Let's take a shower before he gets late, and then we'd go into the bathroom. I'd go in and take off my clothes and expose myself to him who seemed to appreciate my ass, he'd take off his underwear and expose his beautiful cock that at the time I'd already yank and suck him till I drank his milk, then he'd turn me over.
I was rubbing my back while your dick was growing out of my water. To speed up the process I'd roll on your stick and butt it up making that huge dick go up again. Dad was always very careful to lubricate his beam, while I was spreading the wall wide open my legs, he was pointing it at my ass and starting to force him in, I was helping him push and roll. When his head would jump in, he would hug me by the waist and start pulling me back and forcing the stick forward. I was crying low, groaning as the salami slipped slowly and Dad's horny was so much that he often managed to lift me up completely by taking my feet off the ground, leaving me practically hanging on his dick. I was delighted to feel his bow stuck in my ass, he admired the ability my ass had to guard it and always said that mama never held up her whole stick, but, I rolled and tried to fit one more piece and when the joy came, he would squeeze and say delicious things to my ear, praising my ass and the glutton of my little hole, making me roll even more and bit his stick with
My little hole that kept blinking. I'd go out and let him finish his bath, and Mama would get Faustino's meal ready and ask him to take it to him, and I'd say I'd wait for him to eat to bring back the plate. I'd go into the little room where he'd wait for me with his bow, put the plate on top of the closet and suck that huge tit, often let him put it in my ass and so stuck and sitting on his lap I'd expect him to have dinner. I'd eat fast, pump a little bit in my ass and let myself go knowing that I was already stocked with roll. This situation lasted many months, until an accident left Dad ill for six months, and in that time to help at home I had to stop studying and go to work. But then I tell you more...
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