LOVED ANTIGOS VII

LOVED ANTIGOS VII I'm back! For those of you who have read the previous accounts, I hope you're enjoying it. For those of you who started here, I advise you to read number one. I already told you how Mario and I, during Christmas and New Year's, had sex where my parents lived without them finding out. Then the carnival came and there was a quick separation between us, which I also reported separately because it was something I never forgot. Now I will continue to narrate what happened shortly after I returned from a meeting with my first boyfriend during my separation from Mario at the carnival. After spending the carnival holiday with my first boyfriend, I came back with a very heavy conscience. To relieve my remorse I thought it only happened because Mario said he would spend the carnival with friends. At the reunion I could barely look him in the eye and my guilt increased when he described in detail the meeting with former friends, what they did at the ranch where they stayed, who was and, apparently, no woman participated in the meeting. I still asked him if he was with any girls. He looked me deep in the eye and said: - I love you very much and I am not interested in any other. Shit. My legs have weakened. Mario had flaws, yes, but he had many virtues and one of them was sincerity. Although it took me a long time to make sure. Well, I tried to take it, but days later he realized something was weird about me and asked what was going on. I couldn't stand it, and I told her about the trip to São Paulo, and the meeting with my ex-boyfriend. Of course, I left out details, after all, even though I betrayed my beloved, I wasn't stupid, much less malicious. We haven't seen each other for a few days. He wouldn't call me or answer my calls. I was miserable, and some of my friends who saw him told me that sadness had wiped the smile off his face. I got worse. I called, insisted, begged him to come see me. That night he showed up, by surprise, at the front door of the sorority where I used to live and drive a snot. Said the bike was in the garage and loaned Dad's car. I said I wanted to go out with him. He didn't want to. I insisted. I got him in and asked him to wait for me to change. I asked my sister not to let him go and ran to his room. I chose the most dug panties there was, the least. Over a tiny mini skirt. In the breasts, a bra chosen on whim under a semi-transparent blouse and a tasty perfume. I was ready for crime, as some say. I went downstairs, pulled him by the hand, and we left. Before I got in the car, without him noticing, I pulled the mini out a little bit further up so that, when I sat down, it not only showed off my thighs, but also the tip of my white panties. I asked him to go to that square – I knew that that place where, for the first time, we masturbated until we came, would bring good memories. There we began a somewhat meaningless conversation and it was not long before the natural instinct of male and female imposed the rhythm of the encounter. We changed the first kiss and then we didn't stop. Our bodies seemed to boil and I was almost naked in the car when you parked behind us, a police patrol, gave light and then we had to get out of there. We were looking for another place when he said he'd like to take me somewhere nice, but he didn't have any money. I, well, much less and asked: - Take me anywhere, I want to be yours! He changed direction, entered the highway and, after turning a few miles, went off the road and parked under a tree, in a place that seemed to be discreet, although the lights of the vehicles passing by lit up the place where we parked. It was seconds and half-dressed, half-naked, we went to the backseat and finished taking out our privates. I tore my man's underwear and half-crazed by passion, horny and longing, shoved everything I could in my mouth and choked my dick down my throat. He laughed and joked: - Calm down baby, take your time! I remember, even with my mouth full, I said: And I kept sucking and jerking off my male for long and long minutes until he couldn't take it anymore: - I'm gonna cum... suck really hot that I'm gonna snoop in your mouth! Ahh... killed my thirst for that thick prick and, again, I drank the hot broth that blew up in jets in my throat. After I left everything clean, I nestled in his arms and got a delicious kiss on my mouth. He licked my lips, my teeth and even the roof of my mouth and when we took off our lips he said: - You are very hot, you know? I smiled and replied: - You haven't tried me all day! He fixed me on my back in the bank of the fusca (imagine the comfort in which we were in that reduced space!), tore off my panties and, as always, could not be different, smelled and praised my smell: - Huummm... what a delicious smelly pussy! He set himself up like he could on the floor of the car and fell on his mouth between my thighs. So much he licked me, so much he rubbed his face on my pussy, he left me close to cum. When I announced my enjoyment he suddenly interrupted the movements. He began a caress with his finger between my buttocks and slowly cherished my little water until he found my... chased! Laughter. Since I was running with the pussy, my ass didn't need lubrication and my cat's finger slipped into me. As soon as the tip came in, he asked: Eyes in the eyes and the finger went a little further. I groaned with pure horny and he asked if I liked it. I did. He asked if I wanted more. I answered by tightening my anal muscles and biting his finger. He stuck everything in my ass and I leaned over to enjoy the affection. Again his tongue was sliding between my lips as his finger was moving slowly in my ass. I felt the finger go out to, then return with a companion. It was two fingers that invaded me causing a slight pain, but I confess, delicious. My cat's mouth remained glued to my lips for a while, and again, I felt my fingers abandon my channel. Before I tried to guess what was coming, I felt something thicker sticking up my ass. Moaning in pain. Feel my fingers in your ass, I'm gonna stick three fingers in it! I held on and let him break in. The little pain soon passed and I began to groan for the joy that was coming. When I was about to blow up he pulled his fingers again leaving me an inner void. I realized he'd settle down and, although I didn't ask, my eyes seemed to question what would happen. He, with one foot on the floor, another on the bench, tore a moan out of me when he shoved his hard ass into my pussy. He put it in for a while and then laid down on my body and kissed me passionately. When I was about to mock him, again, he interrupted his movements. I wanted to come, I really needed it, and I said: It makes me come! Instead of eating me hard, as you'd expect, he pulled his dick out of my pussy and started rubbing it through my little backwater. I realized at the time what he intended, I felt afraid, but I had no denying, after all, we were reconciling and I was owing him something special, a gift for him not to forget anymore. I spread my legs all I could, supported one foot on the back of the front seat, grabbed my ass and thought, If others do, so do I! He understood my position was that he would invade me from behind. If you fixed yourself as you can in little space and, as you had to lean both hands on the bench, you couldn't hold your dick and point it at my little hole. The cock was hard as a rock, but still he poked here and there, but couldn't find the way. Both he and I were looking forward to the count and I decided, then, to give a little help – I took the fuck from the base myself and pointed the bug at my ring still virgin. Laughter. Feeling the contact of the slippery head with the cramps of my little button gave me a chill – horny and scared! I wanted to, but I was afraid it would hurt. I thought, then, that night at the motel, that guy in the hallway who showed me his dick, I remembered that huge cock that had eaten his girlfriend's butt and I got courage. I asked Mario: - Come slowly cat! I felt the tip of my dick pacing the way between my little cramps and very little pain. Then he pushed a little further and my anal muscles let the head lodge inside me. So, even though I was dilated by my fingers, I felt pain and asked to take it off. He took it off, but then he pushed again. I asked him to calm down and he came slow. I felt the pressure of the head, the folds opening, and once again, I felt it go through the little door of my channel, part of my fucking boyfriend. The pain went down and I didn't ask you to take it off, but I didn't tell you to. It was not necessary – he himself took the initiative and began to push that into my ass. Yes, it hurt, but I didn't complain. I accepted the pain of losing my buttocks like I did the first time they shoved a dick out of my pussy. I learned, at that moment, that losing your virginity, whether in the pussy or the ass, does hurt. But after half a stick in the thing starts to get so hot! I had my eyes closed enjoying the moment when I felt his pelvis on my buttocks and I thought, or rather, I asked, "Is everything in?" He lovingly kissed me on his lips and said, "Do you want everything? What nonsense I did when I answered, still with my eyes closed: - Give me everything! I've seen a lot of movies and I think a lot of men feel the biggest hard-on when making women moan in pain. He took a hard hit, and if there was still a small piece of dick left to go in, after the push, all the balls were left out of me. I remember I groaned in pain, but I admit, it was a very hot pain, it was a pain that consumed the loss of my anal bonnet. I grabbed him with my legs like I wanted that prick to never come out of my ass again and we bit our lips like two savages. Then I had to undo the leg hug and let him go so he could move his dick inside me. He started with an in and out, but I had to ask him to take it out only half way, because it was hotter – I guess I wasn't used to having my ass invaded like that and I wanted at least half the dick to stay inside me. The movements were accelerating and he was already showing signs that he would come. I was too tough, but if I didn't give him a little affection for my perecdotes, I don't think I could make fun of him. I hugged him with my legs again, pulled him right into me and interrupted his movements. He looked at me like he was asking what was going on. I asked: - Give me a hug on the pussy so I can come along with you! It was comical, because the space in the backseat of a fuse is ridiculous and, no matter how hard we tried, neither he nor I could cherish my crack without it falling on me. Laughter. That's when he came out of the room and said: In my desperation, I answered. Imagine, a freshly devirginated anal woman putting herself on four for her horny, horny boyfriend! He came from behind and, with the delicacy of a wild horse, put all his dick into my newly deflowered ass. Whoa! But it didn't hurt, I was already open and receptive and came in nice, no pain at all. We found out that staying on all fours made it a lot easier for him to fuck and he could move behind me and still pet my pussy. Delicia! His tara only increased and, if in the roast chicken position I could control the movements a little bit, in that situation, of four, I could not control anything else – it was completely offered and the disposition of the male who painlessly put a stick that seemed to grow more and more inside my ass. From being flogged, eaten and stuffed with passion and tara, one of my knees slipped and ended up with him leaning on the floor of the car. I settled as I could and lay down on my stomach on the seat with one knee down and one on the seat. He also settled on me that I was under completely dominated by my man. I found a way to stick one of my hands under my belly and I started caressing my crack. He, all-powerful, dominating the situation, on top of it, deliciously pumped the thick prick into my ass, opening me up, expanding me. Sometimes he was lovingly, sometimes he was punching with violence, and I liked the alternation of movements. I realized he was trying to prolong the sex, but I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to come. I took an opportunity when he whispered in my ear something like: - It's really good to eat your cute ass! I turned my face back, and I got horny, and I said, "So put your dick in my ass, you son of a bitch, come on up my ass!" Shit. Another nonsense. He held me by the shoulders and practically immobilized me – I'm glad he let my arm go so I could continue the affection of my precious! Laughter. Now he had full control of the situation and could do, by the way, made me what he wanted. Me, poor thing, unprotected and submissive under the horny, angry male giving me a dick in my ass. I wanted to give him something, a caress, a bite, a kiss, a handstep, but it was dominated, deliciously dominated. I thought I only had my ass to offer in an attempt to tease my cat's enjoyment, however, considering that she was already being properly eaten, I had some obscenities left to try to speed up the enjoyment of my stallion. I didn't spare any swearing I knew and I found out how hot it is to call the man who's fucking us on the ass of a motherfucker. I remembered that woman from the motel again. I wouldn't take my fingers out of my crack and at least two of them were inside it. Mario would bite the back of my neck and fuck me. That's the ideal word for that moment – fuck! And I teased you even more: He, to rematch: - Bitch... bitch... I'll cum in your ass... God damn it! What a hot joke that was! Just reminiscing about that night and being right now, I've got the pussy drooling in my chair. I'm glad I'm wearing panties. We came together and woke up for a while. I woke up and I still felt my dick go soft and abandoning my ass. I let him escape completely from inside me and, bothered by Mario's weight still on my body, in that tight space, I asked him to get off. We straightened out, cleaned up with toilet paper and, with difficulty, managed to put on our clothes and left that place. I came home that night so glad I could make fun of you, for making up with my boyfriend that I promised myself I'd give my ass to Mario every day. I'm glad I didn't tell him that, because it was the next morning that I felt how painless and sensitive my ass was. On the phone, I told him how hot it was and how much I enjoyed the anal sex, but I also told him I was sore. He stopped by a pharmacy and brought me a little something that, he said, would make me new again. We waited for an opportunity and I asked him to pass on that ointment on me. We went into the kitchen, I turned my back on him, I laid down and supported my breasts on the table, in that position you might already imagine. He sat down and slowly lowered my shorts and panties. He seemed to enjoy my exposed ass, opened my pulps and lovingly went licking my ass, on the outside and inside with the healing cream. I didn't have any injuries, but I'd like to make a little charm to get a hug. And I won – I felt his little finger coming in nice and filling me with ointment. Delicious! In fact, the ointment was very good and to this day, when I feel sore after giving the butt, he affectionately puts a good dose of it on my little ring. By the way, I can't help but tell you that the day he passed the ointment on my ass, I got all horny, feeling my finger cuddled inside. I didn't think I'd give my ass at that time, but I stayed in that position until he got up from the chair, opened the zipper and, putting out the hard dick, provoked: - Look what you did like him! I looked at the hard fuck and returned the provocation: Come on, I'll fix him, put it on my pussy. Ahhh... how nice it is to mock the beloved man! Another situation that deserves to be told was when Mario traded the old bike for a more powerful and proper ride on earth. It became common, on weekends, before nightfall, we went out for a walk in the dirt lanes of the region and, on one of these occasions, Mario, seeing an open fence, next to a eucalyptus plantation, climbed the ravine with the bike and entered the trees. I expressed my concern to him that it was private lands, but he said there would be no problems, because we were not stealing anything, just walking. We walked for a while until we saw the road we came from. You could see hundreds, thousands of trunks of trees and nothing else. The weather in that place was nice and the aroma seemed soothing. Mario turned off his bike and we started dating standing up against a tree. I confess that I was worried someone would show up, but being with him at that place started making me horny. Our kisses intensified and he soon took off his own shirt. He tried to take mine, but I wouldn't let him. So you asked me to just take off my bra and keep my shirt. I didn't respond to what he interpreted as consent. You put your hands under my shirt and you unbuttoned my door. Withdraw the piece he hung it in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle and we continued our mockery. In seconds he lifted my shirt and felt my bare titties glued to his chest. My boner got bigger. It wasn't long before he tried to get his hands into my shorts from behind. They wouldn't fit, but he managed to shove one. I felt my fingers sticking under my panties and tightening my pulps. I sighed with pleasure. They, the cheeky, curious little toes, were sticking between the pulps following straight to my dark little treasure. I heard his groan when he played my chase: - Our cat... how hot you are in your ass! I sighed not containing the hornyness that invaded me. From the ass the fingers tried, unsuccessfully, to follow the path to the crack that was already wet all over, but the tight clothes did not allow. The other hand that was on my boobs came down and tried to open the button and zip my shorts. His hard-on was as big as mine and I decided to help – I unbuttoned the clothes myself and took the zipper down so that the hand that was searching me from behind could then follow the path towards my pussy. The next second there was my cat's smart little finger slipping deliciously between my soft, wet lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he provided to me and only realized that I had my ass discovered when I felt a gentle breeze caressing my naked skin – my panties had also come down together and with the movements I felt my clothes slip up my ankles. I didn't call, let it happen, and it didn't take long for me to feel the first spasms creeping out my skin and bringing my joy. Ohhh... good stuff! I've enjoyed it! He hugged me and I stood still in his arms recovering energy. Soon after, I wanted to return the pleasure provided and slowly stooped down until I was pooping in front of him. I lowered my shorts and enjoyed for a moment the panty stew before pulling it down too. Wow... as good as the sight of a hard cock because of me was smelling the male, the smell of freshly out of my underwear is something that always got me drunk. I threw myself with my mouth at that thick, tasty mast and shoved as much as I could into my mouth at the same time I pulled down my male's hot sack – he always liked to have his ass sucked during his cock. While I was sucking it myself, I'd cuddle my pussy, shoved a two and even three fingers and I was about to cum when he warned me: - If you keep sucking me like this I'll come in your mouth babe! I was too hard to decide and continued until I felt the first jet that came along with a groan of my man's deep pleasure. Guys, that's a nice thing to feel hot fucking jets being squirted in the mouth by a hot dick, by the cock of a loved man! I swallowed slowly and, after the last one, pressed with my fingers the base of the stick and came squeezing to extract every drop that was left in the channel. After I made him clean, I got up and we exchanged a good kiss, a kiss of tongues, a change of saliva... very hard. After the kiss I asked, "Do you like to kiss my mouth with hot fucking taste?" He smiled and just mumbled: Soon after he said I shouldn't have made him come, that he still wanted to put it in me. I hugged him and told him to get some rest, and then we'd, yeah, get real hot and make the most of that place. I couldn't wait too long and then I said: - Come on cat... come give my pussy a sniff for your dick harden... come! I completely took off my shorts with my panties and I was naked from the waist down – just a few sandwiches and the t-shirt wrapped above the little tits adorned my young, burning body I leaned with my back on the tree and held one of my legs up high, showing where exactly I wanted his tongue. Mario also took off his shorts and shirt and would have been completely naked if it weren't for his sneakers and socks. Even though it was funny, I thought he was very hot! On his knees, he shoved his face between my thighs, and he taunted my little fruit that exhaled the smell of the female, and certainly the taste, too, because he sighed a delicious compliment: - Our cat... her pussy tastes very boooom! Oh... how nice to hear about our stalker, isn't it? I enjoyed the blow job, but I was always looking at the dick that beats at heart rate and grew and thickened until I was able to penetrate. I didn't even expect to get totally hard, because I knew he'd come in a little soft and finish hardening inside me. I said, "Come on. Puts it on me. I leaned my hands on the tree, grabbed my tail and waited for the first shot. It was a single one and the dick hard enough slipped into my lubricated and dilated crack of horny. I don't remember how long we'd been in that position, but my boner was on fire, and because I already made fun of it that afternoon, I felt we could put it in for a long time. I changed my position and turned my back to him – I opened my legs wide open, grabbed each of my buttocks, rolled my tail and offered my burning, stinging fruit. The stick, already fully hardened, went in and out with such ease was our intimate lubrication – I felt my pussy leaking and running down the thigh. Ohhh... delicious! Feelin' my macho picking me up from behind was so hot! We put it in for a long time, but the positions forced our legs and the effort amazed the enjoyment. Mario then told me to stay on four and I, hard as I was, obeyed on the spot. I barely had time to support my hands and knees on the dry leaves and he grabbed me from behind and put his dick in my crack. That fuck became more and more wild and I didn't even bother to be naked and giving my boyfriend on someone else's property – I wanted to come more. The load of excitement was such that it didn't take me long to feel the first chills brought about by the joy that dominated my body. I think I groaned, screamed, I don't know, but I remember being a very intense, long joke. Soon after it was Mario who announced that he would come and I, who had already come, could stand still feeling the spasms of the cock inside me. The stick seemed to increase in size with every jet that comes out warm inside my crack. Whoa! It's really nice to feel a man coming inside me, I like every jet that washes my guts and I feel very female to be responsible for the pleasure I offer to my partner. I've been pooping for some time enjoying the feeling of peace, of softening and I could see the milk my man dripping between my lips and dripping on the dry leaves. We put on our clothes and left the place just before dark. I remember on the way there, I felt the hot broth dripping and wetting my panties – I'm glad the bike seat was plastic. Laughter. I just remembered a passage I'd like to tell you. Despite something simple, it was very exciting back then. It was on a Friday, when I closed the books on the little store I worked in and I was getting ready to come home, Mario arrived. Since the doors were already down, he came in and we started dating behind shelves. The boner was growing and the will was emerging... and the need to have sex, and to spend the accumulated energies. I wore a short skirt of light fabric and our caresses, as usual, caused my panties to slip legs down. I was already ready, turning my back on him, ass up and offered and legs open, as you should position a little prick-desiring bitch. He had already thrown out the fucking hard one and when I felt his head being brushed between the lips of my little one, I heard the phone ring. I answered, of course, you could be my boss. It was. He said to keep the money hidden somewhere he was already coming for it. We had to leave the store in a hurry. I just remembered I was out of underwear when I got on the bike. Too late, because I wouldn't have time to go back and put on my little underwear. I got on the bike taking care that people close to me didn't see my furry - I supported my foot in the stirrup and did everything I could to fix my short skirt. Of course the little tissue wasn't enough to line the bench and I sat down with the naked pussy. I was strange at first, but soon after I began to feel even more horny being in that situation – short skirt, no panties and bare pussy in contact with the plastic in the seat. Two blocks later, I whispered in Mario's ear: He looked at me laughing and he joked: Muiiito wet, take me home and I'll give it to you! We didn't even get in. We went straight to the dining table where I supported the elbows and the boobs, leaving my ass hanging. He lifted my skirt, snorted it, and a tongue on my crack before he pointed the cock already lasts. By the way, I don't think she went soft on her way home. I waited for the first shot, and the hard stick came in and made way between my intimate meats. Ohhh... delicacy! We put it on for a little while and we made fun before the other girls started coming home. He put a nice piece of toilet paper on my tail and helped me put on my panties. We sat down and when my mates started coming, we pretended nothing had happened. I have a lot to tell you about our Valentine's days, and I think it's best if I continue in a next chapter. I leave here our e-mail to those who wish to comment on my account: