Having sex and learning...

Dr. Love again in one more sexual adventure, this is the tragic type or I ate tragic, I say this because of the events I will narrate, but in the end it left a great lesson that made me reflect a lot. That's what I always say, all sex is more of a learning...hehehehe I was at a party at a girl friend of my sister's, the typical Patricia. Truth be told, she was cute and we'd already stayed once, but it was a silly thing, just a few kisses and that's it. I wasn't crazy to go deep, tremendous key to jail, she was really silly, she was a virgin and stuff... There were rumors that she still had a crush on me, but I never cared for the reasons mentioned. Back to the party: I felt a little out of place. A lot of people got into socialite and me, the typical motorcycle savage in the middle. Having a wine, tasting some snacks, watching carefully each person, every gesture, wondering if in that Lap Top on the speakers, there was nothing of Def Leppard or Van Halen...hehehe just in dream! He played an infernal “thump” called Trance or whatever. The one whose name was Paola and was wearing a white dress to the knee, the guy with his back open. She was on a thin heel that left her with a very elegant bearing. She had brown curled hair, a little frizzy, so they were always soaked in cream, honey-colored eyes, 1.67 skinny, model style... The features reminded Patricia Pillar a little, could you imagine? All right! At the party, she played the typical hostess, tried to talk to everyone, asked if everything was okay, if they wanted anything else. ..I wish, and like... but what I wanted, I couldn't have... That was a piece of paradise, a blonde for no one to fault, elegant fine woman, but debauched-faced, the whole neighborhood drooled at that woman Paola used to call her mother. Dona Marília was a killer and at that party she couldn't be different... I, after the fifth glass of wine, was already a little touched, it was European wine of those with an alcoholic content up there ... for those who were used to the “boil blood” they sell out there, that was cowardice, right? I watched Dona Marília come and go, I followed her with my eyes to the bathroom, and when she left, I remembered that I had not “put the oil down” at all. So I went into the bathroom, very luxurious by the way, and when I was getting ready to unbutton my pants, I took a bump when I saw her hanging on a “hook” on the wall. It was a beautiful white lycra panties with lace details, it was a little wet... it seemed like they had been taken off recently. My heart went off, and I was a little groggy and I was gasping when I ran into that little, extremely sexy piece. I called one thing to another and wondered where that little thing came from, there was no doubt, I was facing the guardian of the treasure, that was the blessed piece that covered the fleshy cunt of Mrs. Marília, was that piece that minutes ago was stuck in that woman's ass. It's worth remembering that Dr. Love is a panties freak, an incorrigible lingerie maniac. That was a gift from God to me. It crossed my mind, did Dona Marilia now have no panties or just changed? It didn't matter, what mattered is what was there before me... I couldn't resist! I wrapped the blessed on my dick and started a nice hand job. Wow! What a trip! I was already dizzy from the wine and the wet panties gave me a wonderful feeling. That smell came into my nostrils and made me delirious. I felt like eating my own lady through her panties, I was about to come when suddenly the damn door opens! Fuck! Why didn't I ever hear my mother when she said to close the door when I went to the bathroom? I always had this craze, (other than not lifting the toilet seat) and now it seemed like it would cost me. I was sitting on the toilet, with the zipper open and the panties wrapped around my dick, when I saw the door open, I almost had a heart attack... A crown came in looking about 40 years, I think it was Paola's uncle. - What's that? He asked, perplexed. I couldn't think of anything, damn it! How blatant! Since there were no justifications, I began to simulate a sickness crisis, pretended to vomit and tried to make the impression that I was drunk. The guy shut the door and kept looking at me with that look of disapproval and I, a born actor, kept playing... The son of a bitch took a towel and passed it on my face, cleaning my sweat, saying, Easy! Relax... let go... calm down! I gave in, I thought the guy was buying it, he took his panties out of my hand and when he took his hand over me, I thought he was gonna close my pants, but no, the bastard started jerking me off... Fuck! I've never been there in my life. I remember his voice. - You want to come? I'll help you out. I've simulated the crisis again, this time more intensely. ..my despair was so much that I bit my lip that it started bleeding. - Stop it, boy! I'll call someone, huh? He got nervous and shook me. He came out of the bathroom and left me there. I got ready and then I left in a hurry, and I left the party. I went walking down the street and imagining the shit that was supposed to be going on there, I should be being called a sex maniac and shit... Shit! But that was always my bitch, I can't see panties that I go crazy... The other day talking to my sister about the party, I found out the whole thing hadn't leaked, at least not in her ear. Good! But did Paola know anything? I'll find out soon enough. The real time arrived on Tuesday night (the party was on Sunday). Paola came to my house, looking for my sister... I was white when I saw her. - Hey! All right? I really wanted to talk to you... - Fuck! - It's okay. What happened at the party? You left suddenly. ...- - What? I was having a bad time. - My Godfather spoke- Ready! He was a godfather and had opened his mouth. I was chipped, I started trying to introduce the subject to talk about what had happened without shocking it. He said I had some wine and stuff... He'd gone into the bathroom, seen his panties and got excited, you know, drunk... And she heard, with the serious look, amazed, asked. - I know! So what? So what? Whoa! I realized he didn't say anything. I asked her, she said she didn't know but now she wanted to know. Since I had started, I continued... - What? So I'm a man, and I'm kind of Wando, you know? - I tried to relax. I kept stalling until I got to the point where I told him that the guy caught me with my panties in his hand. - Are you crazy? You were rubbing your panties in your... You beat the crap out of me. I tried to talk him out of it. - He did that? He's not ashamed anyway, he's rotten, I hear he pays the Kids from his neighborhood to do it. I tried to relax by saying that if I knew I could have made some money, she kept telling me that what I had done was absurd. I tried to soften her by the heart, said I had found her horny in that white dress and I thought her panties (that's a lie!), and then I lost control... The result was good, she seemed to have liked hearing that, but kept the tough look and asked if I liked eating her “pants”. Before I answered, she said: - That's ridiculous. You're old enough for that, don't you think? I had to pay back. - Ah! What girl? I'm being honest with you, telling you some shit that I'd done, that I'd been excited about you, and you want to squirm? - It's okay. I think it's weird that you've always bragged about picking up the prettiest women in the neighborhood. Did you have to do that? - It's okay. I shut up again, I had no arguments, I expected the matter to be finished once and for all, but it seems she would take the opportunity and take the “hook”. You don't think it would be better if you talked to me instead of doing that, do you? Shit! She was just thinking I was into her, God damn it! She was a bigger pussycat, but she was six years younger than me, and by the time we were together, she looked like a wild beast. It was the kind of thing that would never work. I noticed that she looked straight in my eyes and felt that there was no way out. And honestly there was no reason to run away... I looked at her from above, she was wearing a little black lycra shorts, sneakers and a little cotton jacket, and she had her hair stuck like she was gonna do Cooper. Extremely tempting. After what she said, I still got angry: Would you like me to borrow your panties? - What? - If you still want... It was a challenge to my manhood. You left me no choice. Hugging her and kissing her on the porch right there. And then I opened the door and pulled it in, and I pulled it up against the wall, and I started putting my hand under my shorts, and I was like, - Are you sure? - I'm not that silly girl anymore! She spoke softly. At that moment I realized that that would be a good way to keep it quiet, besides giving me great pleasure, after all, I'm a man and if the kitten wanted a little adventure who would I be to deny? Hehehe She even asked if there was no danger of anyone coming, I calmed her down and we went to her room, while I kissed my hands, and they went through her body, exploring every little piece... and then I took off her sneakers, and I took off her jacket and started and then I started nibbling at her titties. They were stiff, delicious, she was moaning like a little girl. I was sucking with affection as she passed her hand between my hair. I put her to bed, she looked at me scared, I started licking her belly as my hands pulled her shorts down. He left the show with a tiny blue panties, with a little crevice on the front where I introduced my tongue and rubbed off on her little grill. - Nice! She whispered. I took off your panties (despite not being my custom) and left the child naked, it was a beautiful body, without marks. I took off my shorts and then I laid my shorts on my stomach and I started rubbing my dick on her butt, giving her the so-called “rala”. - I wish I'd done this to you before, back then... - All in good time. ..I answered. - I wish you were the first... - God forbid! (Thought) The curves of her bottom fit perfectly in my body, I kept grating my dick at the entrance of her anus, rubbing it with intensity as she groaned... I was impressed by her not making any objections, of course I didn't mean to ingratiate her (at least not right away) but I found it impressive the way she let me go free to act, and I kept making fun of her ass, the thing was literally heating up. I asked her ear if she wanted to give a blowjob. ..she said yes with her head. I got up slowly, before I went down behind her back, passing my tongue until I reached the ring, when I increased the speed of the soles, she got all chills. I got up and I asked her again if she wanted to pay for a blow job. When I was starting to think Paola was getting more expert, she'd make a mess. - I want to suck all of you! Put it all down my throat. Did it sound funny, up to the throat? I could tell she was trying to impress me, but she was just making me laugh. But there I was, standing on the bed, preparing the stick... she got on her knees and opened her mouth like a child. I cruelly, mercilessly started beating Paola's mouth... I picked up a frenzy come and go and go, and just to increase my position of sovereignty, I'd make a snap and tell her to swallow my dick. She obediently mouthed, groaned, choked, and I put my hands behind her head and pulled her hair against my dick, without pity. She resisted as far as she could, we stopped so she could pull herself together, she carried her hand to her throat like she was sore, I was really impressed with her. - Did you? - I asked. - Don't! I want more... He made me sit on the bed and lay next to him, and he fell on his mouth and went back to suckling. It was so good that I lost control, all I remember was saying: Oh, Paola, you little bitch, you're gonna make me come, you want me to come, is it? Ahan... she had a mouthful but responded positively. Zázzzzzzzzzz... There were the jets in the little mouth of the girl who couldn't stand the pressure and lifted her head. He took the eye, the nose, the whole face... when I got it together, I still complained. - Oh, boy. Paola, did you waste the milk? - It's okay. - I ran out of air, sweetheart. She started licking what was around her dick, I asked her to stop, she asked why, so I had to explain that the dick gets sensitive when we cum...blah, blah... She didn't have much experience. At that moment when I saw her licking my dick and caressing me in my bag, I realized that she was very special and even if we had nothing to do with each other I should have all the patience and affection with her. We paused and minutes later we resumed the activities, I realized all the time her anxiety and inexperience through her words and her way of acting. As I opened the condom, she would say to me: - Get me on four? - It's okay. I smiled and started the way she had asked, positioned her like a puppy and came from behind taking a deep step. She shoved her face into the mattress like she felt the impact and I went slowly. . ..coming and going, in and out, in and out, very soft... sweet... kind... lovingly. When she started enjoying moaning, I punched her pussy with an immeasurable energy. I thought I needed to give the best of myself, I wanted to give that girl an unforgettable fuck. She didn't need to know the whole truth behind the story, I just had to satisfy her and everything would be fine... I thought I was really doing the right thing. The sound of my hip hitting her butt was identical to that of tapas, it was very pleasant, that feeling was phenomenal. I felt like a perfect paedophile, because even though I wasn't the age and the body of a child, at the end of the day she was a child, totally submissive at the time, surrendering to the pleasures of sex. It was very funny how she moaned, never seen the same, she kept saying all the time: - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Everything would be fine if it wasn't for the end of the story. We can count on the fingers of E.T.'s hand how many times we get into sex, knowing the consequences and everything prepared for something that might go wrong. Sometimes we're into sex with the simple purpose of satisfying the horny, relieve the tension, it'll just be one more fuck... everything perfect if on the other side the person doesn't have anxieties, intentions that go beyond that moment. When this happens, the frustration of the person who thinks and charges that it should mean as much to us as it meant to him is inevitable. A real man doesn't feel good about it... I particularly find it despicable to play with other people's feelings, even when we act without being aware of the fact as was my case. After deep storage, I came, came with the stick stuck, she standing with her hand in the window (which was closed, of course!) At the time of the explosion, I became extremely wild, my hands shook her waist (which even marked the skin) and almost bursting horny I bit her neck, pulled her to bed and fell on the mattress. My eyesight had gone dark, the pressure seemed to have gone down, it seemed I would faint, I was completely out of my mind.... In another world, another dimension, in “alpha”, almost reaching Nirvana... The feeling didn't last long, she left when she heard the phrase that brought me back to reality and made me realize the great shit I had done and the big problem I had just fixed. - I love you!