Lucinda being carried to the abbey door of the Negro

As I related in the previous story (187133), I spent the whole morning playing the role of Paulão, my stepmother's big brother and brother-in-law. My father and my stepmother woke up, went to work and left me in bed sleeping next to Paulão, so that one could keep the other company. What irony. After my father left I still tried to sleep a little more, but after two hours I woke up and sat on the bed, I looked at the bed next to me and I was admiring that huge man in that small bed. He was only in his underwear, uncovered because it was hot and you could clearly see that big, hard pause from the morning heat. I kept wondering and reflecting how I, such a small face, could stand a man of that size fucking me all morning and still wake up with a fucking hard-on just to see him there, exposed next to me. I asked myself several questions for which I could not find an answer: Is it normal to be this horny? Is it normal for such a small, young boy to take so much roll in the ass without much trouble afterwards? Will my sexuality change or become more latent with age? If I fall in love with someone, will this fire that consumes me diminish? A lot of questions and a lot of desire, too, to see that hard-nosed male lying on the bed next to me. I stood up and slowly passed my hand on his face, on his chest and came down passing my hand on his stick. He woke up and looked at me with a face of fear, then smiling and smiling greeted me: - Good morning moleque! Have you woken up with a desire for more roll? Does that fire never end? <unk> He told me smiling and listening to my unconvincing explanations that he was only admiring you. If a man isn't careful, he can easily get lost in your youthful charm. "Would you lose yourself for me, Paul?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes. I'm glad I live far away from here, otherwise you'd become my addiction. <unk> He said hugging me and putting me on his lap with affection. Why don't you move in with us so we can enjoy it whenever we want? - I've lived here for a long time, but I can't go back, I have my business in my city and I also have a serious affair with a woman who wants to take me to the altar, but I confess that it's a tempting idea to have you always available for a good fuck. In the bathroom I rubbed myself on his big, soapy body and he passed the soap all over my body, kissing me and sticking those fat fingers up my ass making me very thirsty, but we didn't get to fuck. He said he was still recovering, but that he had an idea to lower my fire in the tail if I stumbled. I was immediately curious to know what it was, but he said that after the talk I would have coffee. He made a few calls, always smiling when talking to someone on the phone, after coffee he called me and, with me sitting on his leg, he said: Do you want to play an erotic game with me? I'm crazy to fuck you again. - I want to see another guy fucking you, I want to see you being detonated by another male while I watch it all up close and personal. We're going to find some stranger to fuck me, is that it? I called an old friend of mine, who's always made some with me and whenever I come here I visit him if you have a thing he said he gets a fuck, but the guy is a soft animal, is a denial of responsibility and loves to destroy an ass. - Do you have a picture of him there? <unk> I asked curiously but knowing that I would find, my cousin was already giving signs of desire. He then entered the profile of the guy and showed me several photos. He was a Negro about two meters tall, very athletic and very nice. I stumbled at the time and so we called an uber and went to the guy's house, which was not far from my father's house. When we got there the guy welcomed us super well, he was wearing a jacket and a T-shirt, then I saw that he was without underwear, a huge volume swayed between his legs. My ass flickered with desire to imagine the two males fucking me. He looked at me and said without blinking: - Is that the face you called me Paulão? I'm not even going to start man, it's obvious that this moleque does not hold a heavy roll in the ass. <unk> This comment so direct and so unexpected caught me by surprise and made me indignant. I decided to respond at the time: - If I were you I wouldn't be so sure man. I've noticed something much bigger than you. <unk> He looked at Paulão, gave a laugh and, passing his hand on my hair, spoke: - I liked the soft boldness. I'm in a thirst for a very big ass, crazy to burst a very small veal. Let's go to the room. <unk> He said that and ripped off my Bermuda, gave me a stamp and the three of us went to the room. Entering the room he opened a drawer, took a white jockstrap underwear and handed it to me, also took out a glass of gel and some condoms. I'll take PrEP, but if you want I'll use condoms. - All right man, I enjoy being fucked in the fur and feel the milk of the male who is fucking me. <unk> He said this wearing his underwear, which left me with a tight bundle, as soon as I took off my shirt he pulled me, put me on my knees in front of his huge stick that was already hard made of stone. You're the boss, and then Paulão will suckle for the calf, right? - Today I want to see face, I want to watch this fuck between you. <unk> Paulão answered that he was already in his underwear, with the pause outside beating one, while I struggled to swallow it all and not disappoint. The purple head of that cock was so big that it could barely fit in my little mouth, but I tried and swallowed what I could, while licking the body of the stick and licking his balls, listening to him groan and pulling my head trying to shove the whole stick down my throat. - That's a beautiful thing! He swallowed the Negro's dick. I love a little white boy like that in my slaughterhouse. - Francisco, that was his name, I pushed the dick into my mouth, I licked it and tried to swallow it all, leaving the fuck all drooling. He pulled me, threw me on the bed and, coming over me, kept sticking the dick in my throat, I almost suffocated trying to swallow it all. He put me on roast chicken and, after licking my ass a lot, he started rubbing that big black stake on my ass, making me wonder what would happen. - Fuck him Chicão! That moleque is crazy about rolling. I'm crazy to see your dick entering that white ass. <unk> He, as if obeying Paulão, turned me on my stomach, squeezed the glass of gel in my little hole leaving me well pampered, came over me like I was a horse, stuck his head in my door and forced. The head went in easily and was sliding inside, I felt being broken, my whole ass was stretched to the maximum. - Oh, my fucking ass, it's tearing me apart. - I'm going to tear the bitch up. You defied the denial now hold on, I'm going to break you. <unk> He said that and kicked the rest of the stick to the heel. I felt it all touching my intestines and then it came in and out, now pleasant now painful. That immense denial on top of me, pushing me deeply took my breath away, my kitchen caught fire and I opened as much as I could to receive it inside me. While I was kicked mercilessly, Paulo looked at everything very closely, seeing in detail my breakdown, while he struck a violent fist. Chico pulled his stick out of my ass and commented on the damage he was doing: - It's all fucking open, your ass is the shape of my cock. <unk> He turned me from chicken into my ass and lay on me getting into the position of father and mother, while kissing me affectionately in the mouth ripped my folds beating deep and hard. I was in the clouds feeling that male possessing me and destroying me with affection and violence at the same time. - That's Chicão, it's nice to see you. The ass of the moleque is all rolled up with your pause inside. - Said Paulão while I saw the negão putting me sitting on his cock, breaking me from bottom to top. I was already feeling a softness in the body when I heard the negão announce: He kissed my mouth and kept poking deep and I felt a tremor in his thighs and I sank into his cock, sitting up to his heel. I felt hot fucking jets being thrown right into the bottom of my little hole that looked like it was destroyed, and I kept sitting on that stake while his milk was dripping out of my ass and falling into his bag as his dick was stuck in my ass. Paul leaned against the bed and stuck his stick in my mouth saying: I swallowed his cock and felt him pouring hot, thick milk down my throat. The denial came out of me and ordered: - Get on your fucking feet! - I can't take it anymore, man. - Do what I'm telling you to do. <unk> He answered firmly and I, with a little fear, obeyed. Then he opened the bands of my ass and put the hot tongue in my clenched hole. A shiver ran through my body when I felt that hot tongue invading me. He spoke as he entered and took the tongue out of my butt: My little pussy has to make fun of me. ♪ I hit a fast punch and I had a lot of fun feeling the hot tongue of Chicão invading me. The three of us took a bath together and in the shower I even sucked the cock of the two whores making them laugh once again. In the afternoon, when we arrived home, Paulão embraced me tenderly and, clutching me in his strong arms, said to me very softly: I won't forget this trip and I'll be back soon. This is another one of those lucky adventures... vote, comment, show up, I love hearing from readers! THANK YOU to everyone for always caring.