♪ Never again ♪ ♪ Horn of the cock ♪

Hello, my name is Carlos (fictitious); I'm a lawyer; 36 years old, 1m 70 tall, good looks, but I don't have an athletic physique. Since my first story, I've been telling the experiences of Carla, a woman of 26 years, appearance of a teenage girl, of the nymphet type, short, brunette (or almost mulatto), curly hair, only sympathetic of the face, but with a perfect body, small and hard breasts and a very large, rigid and pointy butt. We lived together for 5 years. Even when I discovered her infidelity, I tried to pretend that I wasn't seeing, but her betrayals became unbearable and decided for the separation. After that, she left the false posture of a serious wife to almost decide, that I openly deny her condition of nymphomania. Despite friends, lovers and lovers, I can continue to assume the fact that she will be incapable of solving it, because of her curly hair, only sympathetic of the face, but with a perfect body, small and hard breasts and a very big, stiff and pointed butt. We lived together for 5 years. Even when I discovered her infide, I tried to pretend that I wasn't seeing her, but her betrayals became unbearable and I decided for the separation. After that she left the false posture of a serious wife, but I almost openly decided, but I almost openly denied her condition of nymphomania. Despite her condition of nymphomania. Despite my first story, I's, I'm short, I'm a lover, and I can continue to the appearance of a brun, and I'm very humble, but I can'm very humble, but I'm very humble, and I'm very humble, but I'm very humble, but I'm very humble, and I'm very humble, but I'm very humble, and I'll admit it'll finally, but I'll finally, I'll admit it'll settle. I had been avoiding talking to Carla, until, in the middle of Valentine's Day (Saturday, 12/06/2010), we met at the birthday party of a childhood friend of mine. His name is Julio, 36 years old, we always call ourselves <unk>Primo<unk>, because he is like family, my parents are godparents of his baptism. He is a strong and tall black man, he looks like the soccer player Adriano. He has always acted as a teenager, without a wife, without a fixed girlfriend, without a professional career, only beer and lovers; he lives to this day in a modest penthouse that he built on top of his parents' house. Although poorer and uglier than me, he has always had more success with girls; he was the most unfaithful and had a tall man, even when we were still 13 years old. In his youth, he had a reputation for being very gifted. Some married women of the 30s (his wife and I live in the neighborhood) brought him up with a few friends; I had some recommendations from the neighbors, traveling with other men of the time. But going back to the facts, I decided to stop by his house, which is about 4 kilometers from my house, to greet him, even though I don't like parties, besides that I didn't even have a girlfriend to celebrate that day. The party was, in fact, a typical ugly one, samba wheel, a lot of beer, a lot of caipirinha, a lot of chatter and a lot of people from poor communities (almost all relatives of his). I felt a bit out of place. Carla warned me and came to talk to me: she asked me why I was avoiding her. I misunderstood, but I treated her coldly. Julio came to talk to me 20 seconds later, interrupting her. She said that she would get beer for both of us and walked away quite a bit. He asked me if I was upset that she had been invited. I answered that I didn't care, so we didn't bother with her. He cautioned me: He's interested in her, but he hasn't filmed anything yet. he asked me to talk to you first, to see if you agree. I saw the concern in Julio's eyes, so I reassured him, telling him that I didn't care. After all, his brother, Marquinho, was 10 years younger than us, had much more to do with her. Julio breathed a sigh of relief, and, seeing that Carla was returning with the beers, walked away. She started talking again, started talking about our relationship, but I wasn't paying attention to her. We were a bit apart from everyone, but it was possible to see that my face wasn't very pleasant, so I tried to disguise it. She tried to convince me to move back in together. She said that she liked me, that I liked her and that she was a good wife. I didn't hold back: <unk> Good wife?! You're a whore who gives to everyone! <unk> I said deeply and already changing myself. She reaffirmed: she said that she has always been very companion, friend, attentive, affectionate... And that now that I know everything, she doesn't have to lie to me anymore. It would be enough for me to accept her as she is. That annoyed me so much that I had to leave so that everyone didn't realize the fight that was about to happen. We left Julio's house and went to finish the conversation in my car, which was parked just nearby. She kept saying that she wouldn't lie to me anymore, that she missed me. I said that I couldn't stay married to a woman who couldn't be faithful, because she's a whore. She said that she wasn't a whore and that she was even faithful for a long time. I asked, but she didn't answer. <unk> How long have you been faithful? Don't you know? <unk> I asked already almost shouting. She very hesitantly replied that it was for two years. <unk> Liar! You've already cheated on me since our courtship. You yourself confessed that you cheated on me with your ex-boyfriend! <unk> then I've already spoken out loud, obviously upset. After we moved in together, I swore to myself that I would never cheat on you again, and I was faithful for two years. But he didn't succeed, didn't he? He's stronger than you. You're such a bitch! And who did you go to? Did you go to the dentist? To the teacher? "But if you accept me like this, we can work it out. I just like you. Don't you know?" she insisted. <unk> Who the fuck? Answer the fuck! <unk> I shouted. <unk> Did you go to the teacher? To the dentist? <unk> I didn't even know why I was asking that. "No. Neither. What do you want to know? Forget it. It's over"... she said with obvious concern. "Haven't you told me everything already? Do you still have more to tell? When will the lies end?" If there was anyone on the street, they heard everything because I was shouting. <unk> Calm down, love, calm down. Swear you won't be a kid? I'll tell you everything. I won't lie to you anymore. Stay calm. I'll only talk if you promise to be calm. <unk> She waited for my confirmation and continued: <unk> Went with Julio. At that moment, I know I felt a stab in the back, and I don't even remember what I said, but her words will forever be etched in my memory. <unk> Then I was coming to our house, coming back from the supermarket, when I saw Julio walking down the street. I greeted him, and he offered to carry the bags. I answered that I had no need, because we were already arriving. I didn't even know that he was going to take my two hands. I looked at him and he was talking to me. I said that he was coming back from the house of a colleague who lives on our street, but he would walk home because he was ashamed to take the bus barefoot. Her slipper had broken. I said that he was a fool, that he would have to walk. It was better to take a bus. He smiled and said that black barefoot is confused with a bandit. He laughed and said to him that today, a bandit has been walking very well dressed. He agreed. He liked to let me borrow his stick because he was still looking for my body. He warned me that he was still going to work. I replied that I had no need, because we were already arriving. We were still hiding them in my hands. I even looked at him and he was talking to me. So I said that he was coming back from the house of a colleague who lives on our street, but he would walk home on foot because he was ashamed of it. And after that, I hadn't been able to put his hands on his head, but he was trying to talk to me. So I said that I hadn't even looked at it, but I hadn't been able to put his head, but I'd it, but I'd it was too much later, I'd put his head up there, but I'd try it'd put his feet up, but he'd be up, and he'd be laughing up there. "Have you never had sex again?" I asked. No, never again. That was it. "Is that all, you son of a bitch?" I shouted, already holding her by her hair and shaking her head. I wanted to beat her to death. She realized that I was out of control, so she tried to let go, got out of the car and ran back to the party. I started the car and left, but I couldn't get home. I was so obsessed that I decided to go back to the party and get this story straight with Julio. That's what I did. When I got there, I found them talking. I called them to talk privately. He, realizing my out of control, took us to talk inside his house (the roof built on top of the parents' house). Upstairs, there was a heated argument that ended with Carla assuming that he had invented that whole story to make me jealous. Julio, thinking much more calmly, left us talking and returned to his house. He was still at the party. Because I lost control of his lies and we started arguing. The impending thing got out of control and Julio quickly followed me. I found them talking. I called them to talk privately. He, realizing my out of control, took us to talk inside his house (the roof built on top of his parents' house). Upstairs, there was a heated argument that ended with Carla assuming that he had invented the whole story to make me jealous. Julio, thinking much more calmly, left us talking and returned to the party. He was still at home. Because I lost control of his lies and we started arguing. The impending thing got out of the impending thing and ended quickly, I found him talking. He ended up with them. He called me talking to talk privately. He called me. He called me. He took me to talk privately. He took me. He was going to talk. As soon as he arrived, there was a silence on the ceiling. All you could hear was the drum rolling outside. There was a few minutes of silence and I began to get anxious, so I left the kitchen and went to the living room. There was no one there. I heard noises coming from the room, and I went to spy. The room had no door, only a drawn and curtained curtain. The whole house was very improvised. I looked through a drape of the curtain and saw them standing, kissing. Carla's hand was already touching the volume under her shorts. He took off his shirt and shorts, and she began to suck his roll. He smiled and asked: "Do you miss my coat a lot?" (At that moment, I had no doubt: she had told the truth.) She said: "Of course, how could I forget that?" He smiled. He had a great outfit; he took off his clothes for a few minutes, and made fun of it. "What a lovely tongue!" she whispered. He threw his large body over her and went penetrative. Carla practically disappeared under him; only her arms and legs were visible. Her nails gripped Julio's back tightly, seeming to retaliate for the strong blows she received. Julio's penetration was deep. She let out hoarse, muffled groans every time that sting reached her uterus. He asked if he was hurting her, but she, with a trembling voice, ordered him to continue. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, pure masochism. He complied with his request. You could see that he still made more effort to go more and more. Carla groaned even more, until she let out an intense scream and exploded into a full-blown orgasm. He stood still for a few seconds, while she normalized her breathing, pulled back her nails to tremble and Julio enjoyed that feeling a little. "You bitch! You always have fun like this? Fuck! You wet the whole bed". he said in a tone of admiration. "No. That way, hardly ever". he replied still in a trembling, gasping voice. But that time at Carlos' house, it was the same thing. There's something about you, you've got a very nice footprint, and that pyrotechnic... oh, my God, what pyrotechnic is that? "Was it like that with Charles too?" he asked after smiling proudly at that compliment. He's the best husband in the world, but he doesn't have that footprint, much less that dick. "You can borrow my stick whenever you want. Now that you're separated, there's no problem". he said visibly proud. Suddenly I heard footsteps on the stairs again and ran to the kitchen. What a ridiculous situation I got myself into. I thought at that moment. The door opened and I heard Marquinho's voice, amazed by that scene. He came looking for the brother who had left the party. They exchanged a few words for a minute or two. Suddenly I heard Carla's voice, which amazed me: "This bed fits three". She invited me. The two brothers vibrated like a football fan. Then it became quiet. I just thought: I have to get out of here. I smiled as I walked to the living room door, when I heard Carla's laughter. "For God's sake, what's that?" she said with a big laugh. "It's even bigger than yours, Julius. What kind of family is that? Boy, I'm not going to put up with it no. Both of them, no!" and more laughter followed. "Yeah, I grew up a little bit older than him", said Marquinho. I waited for a while in front of the exit door and finally came back to spy. Julio was lying down and Carla was sitting on his dick, at the same time she was sucking Marquinho, standing next to the bed. Although I peeked through a small crack in the curtain, I had the impression that she saw me, when she looked directly at the door of the room. She pulled Marquinho, who was fully back to the door, a little further to the side, allowing me to observe that mouth. Marquinho had really grown quite a lot. If Julio was tall and strong like the soccer player Adriano, Marquinho looked more like an NBA basketball player. I hope I'm not exaggerating, but his cock looked really bigger than his brother's. It was the size of Carla's arm, it must have been about 26 cm. She pulled his bed over him, and Julio sat up behind her with some difficulty. <unk> Let's see if it will fit the 2 is now. <unk> he said laughing. Marquinho laughed too and encouraged his brother. Carla, apparently, was holding herself back from screaming. Her breathing became intense and her legs were shaking a lot. Gradually, Julio invaded her kitchen. The blows soon became more vigorous, on both sides. She moaned like crazy. If it weren't for the pagoda drum rolling outside, the whole neighborhood would be able to hear. I had nothing else to do there, so I left. I'm not sure if it was jealousy or just curiosity, I got in the car and stood there in the street watching when they would get off that roof and go back to the party. Julio left, first about 25 minutes later. Carla and Marquinho left only two hours later, when I was already sick. That same night, she sent me an e-mail and told me that they had started dating. I went to see what people like to fuck.