I 've got to go .
I 've got to go .
Dear readers! I've written a lot about the boy from São Paulo, who was my first. I even told you how it went with the farewell transaction when my father forced me to go back and we separated. A secret: that transaction wasn't his last one! But this is what I will tell later. Now I want to write a little bit about the second boyfriend. After missing school year I had to return to my parents place. I had already spent the weekend with all my family and relatives, and at the beginning of next year I went to live with my younger sister who shared a house with other girls in a small town nearby. At that time it was very common for motorcyclists to meet up either because of motocross races or simple meetings. It didn't take long for me to make friends and every week-end we met our classmates on the main city square. You know how it is in little places - everyone got together to talk, flirt, drink etc.. The first motocross race that took place there, the city was taken over by a lot of motorcyclists on Friday night two nights before the competition. I was introduced to this guy who is about six years older than me - at that time I must have been in my twenties. Let's call him <unk>J<unk> He wasn't handsome, no, but attractive. I sat down with him and his friends and some girlfriends of mine. It didn't take long for our eyes to cross frequently and paint an appeal. Hours later, after a few drinks, J invited me to ride his motorcycle. I refused and said that he was wearing my skirt (it's a little white one) so it wouldn't be possible. He insisted and jokingly told me to sit on my back when I got onto the bike. I didn't even have time to think about it and was pulled by hand. It was a big beautiful bike. I was used to riding motorcycles, we even had a little one with me and my sister for going to school but usually wearing jeans. The feeling of sitting on the plastic bench, freezing cold from the serenity, and feel direct contact in the thighs, butt and especially the waist that was protected only by underpants was very nice. We ran through avenues, and even a small road outside the city when he took me to a place where people called Christ's hill. It was a high place where they had this statue, and people used to date under the shade of these huge trees around Christ. The feeling was excitement before we got there, but that soon turned into fear because you're alone with an almost unknown person. We get off our motorcycle and -- well he hugged me and rolled out his first kiss, a tight embrace and then I could feel in my bellybutton "extra volume". He, although annoyed, answered but not completely - we went to an avenue where motorcyclists were fighting cracks and stood at a distance watching the "pegas". Of course we started again mallo, amassos (the mature ones surely remember these expressions don't they?) Well, then soon there was that hard thing pinching my bellybutton again. I stopped because there, close to many people nothing could happen. After our lips became sensitive from kissing so much he said that he was staying in a hotel and invited me to spend the night with him. I refused, logically (even though it was "necessary" so much!), and asked him to take me home. Visibly upset he took me. When we stopped in front of the place where I lived, opened the gate and went inside, and he came from behind. I got scared but he said that he just wanted a little more romance. I didn't resist and we resumed kissing. We were in a narrow corridor and he wanted to go up - I lied and said one of the girls was upstairs asleep. He wanted me to come with him to the hotel. I denied. I felt a certain nervousness in him that soon complained that I had excited him so much and was refusing me to one night which would be very pleasant for both of us. I got caught, he tried to force an embrace, I pushed him and sent him away. He looked at me angrily into the eyes and said that yes, but that I should not have done it with him. The next thing you know he opened his pants zipper and I panicked. He threw out his jacket, saw how hard it was, held on by its base and spoke: "Look what you did to me and now don't want me! But I couldn't resist and gave him a quick look and told him to go. During the "quick" glance (I think it lasted several seconds, what do you know...rs... very fast...) I saw that his business was huge, really big, much bigger than my ex-husband's one, actually quite large and beautiful, especially when he pulled out the skin and discovered a thick pink head ... gorgeous! In the midst of fear and excitement, I managed to fall asleep that Friday night. After meeting J on a Friday evening, having had some fights with him and then sleeping alone, excited and frightened, I woke up late Saturday but didn't get out of bed. I stayed there remembering what happened last night - the hot kisses, me trying to hold bold hands running through my body, "the" hard thing poking at my bellybutton and most importantly something which I did not recall details about even though I looked curiously - his cane! I think nervousness from this moment erased the scene from my memory. I struggled to recall the image, but my mind was empty. I remembered that he was very handsome and big and fat, but the picture of "the thing" had been erased. I got excited, nibbled at his breasts, tucked my hand inside my underwear, felt my wet skirt on my fingertips, rehearsed masturbation, but did not enjoy it. He asked me why I didn't go with him to the hotel and the only answer I gave myself was: I still loved E - the ex from São Paulo. I concluded that I had lost a great opportunity to forget the old love. I decided if there was another chance, I wouldn't waste it. Saturday went on as normal until night came. I walked into the central square like everyone else did in this small town and in the same bar at the same time J with his friends and some of my girlfriends were there. I thought he would not even come near me but instead he came right away when he saw me. He was affectionate, took my hand and we drove down a slightly dark street. He pulled up to a car, hugged me and apologized for my rudeness and said that I had let him out of control the night before. Well... after this there was our first kiss that evening and so long we'd been in each other's arms without opening our mouths I could already feel threatening pressure on his belly button. (Laughter) I showed some embarrassment or at least tried to make him understand he shouldn't go as fast as he did. A trembling man smiled and said - "He" wants to apologize too! I tried to be serious, but inside I was loving being the one responsible for that erection. We went to a bar and drank until late at night when he called me to go see motorcyclists "catch" on the same avenue as last night we went and started our kissing again which soon evolved and I didn't even care about my navel tingling by the way i was enjoying it. He experienced noticed that I was easy and asked if I wanted to go somewhere quieter. felt cold in his stomach and thought: he is going to call me for hotel. I remembered from the previous evening and decided not to miss this opportunity But strangely enough, he said: "Let's go to Christ! Well... we got on the motorcycle and went. On the way I imagined that he wanted to 'go slower' for fear of frightening the 'prey'. I let it roll. I realized when we arrived there was no one else besides us and soon we were standing up with our backs against the bike in the biggest mesh. Of course this didn't stop at kisses only and then I felt daring hands caressing my butt which even squeezed into a jeans was very cute. From ass to chest it was just a quick little climb and from over bra underneath him faster still. Soon I felt his hands caressing my breasts and the gentle, delicious squeezes on my nipples. I let him climb up into my shirt and bra for a while then graced myself with crazy mouth. The warm touch of lips and tongue to my nips made my skirt soak in lubricant. Next he unzipped my trousers and with great difficulty managed to stick one finger through the side of my panties and reach my hot, moist groove - delight was feeling after long "starving" that caress. I was really "easy" that night, so easy my only reaction when he took my hand and pushed it over the hard stick underneath his pants was... squeeze. It's...it was the second night i saw him and i was already tightening his pussy on top of his jeans. The spot was clear enough that I followed his every move with my eyes until the thick spike came loose. He threw it out, pulled to one side the fabric of his trousers and arched his body as if saying: "It's all yours, have fun! Readers... what a boner you gave me at that time!" To feel my mouth invaded by his tongue, my cock caressed with a daring finger and to hold in one's hand that tasty dick was the glory of someone who had been without men for so long. As soon as we opened our lips he asked: "Suck me! I thought it would be too much abuse to do this at a place where even though we were alone it was public. But... but ... you know how hard-on makes us completely irresponsible, right!? I bent my body, and his finger escaped from the shaft but it was only for a short time because he again put his hand inside of my trousers behind me by the butt. And lowering the clothes down slightly, the clever fingertip soon took shelter in my groin once more. Oh what delight! With my body bowed I drew my face close to the wet pica and got drunk with the smell of the stick... A pleasant odor ... an odour of macho ... a perfume of pica that invaded my nostrils and made me open my mouth to check on my tongue if the taste was as exciting as the smell ... A delicious flavor that only these wonderful men and their even more marvelous dicks can give us women in the heat. (Laughter) Putz, today I'm inspired and excited and crazy! I don't think I would have stopped sucking my head off of this delight if we hadn't heard another motorcycle coming up the road. As soon as we recovered he made the long-awaited invitation: - Let's go to my hotel? I nodded affirmatively causing a beautiful smile in him. We got on our motorcycle and left. On the way to town I kept thinking about how nice it would be to fuck again, imagining us both lying naked on a bed, how good it will be to have another man between your thighs... imagine how pleasant it would feel to have inside me that lovely dick which just minutes ago I held and sucked ... Ahhh... How dependent I felt of men ... I felt a certain shame as we walked through the hotel lobby with him, it was like reading the attendant's thoughts: <unk>That one is going to be on today!<unk>I got caught in an elevator where he kissed me right out of my mouth and licked my face; my breasts were crushed together, my butt tightened up tightly. He "forced" me to push his still-soft stick over my trousers. As soon as we closed the door into our room he grabbed me by the lap - I loved that!, and took me to bed. We kissed each other and asked if I wanted to take a bath with him. I said that it was not necessary (I wanted him, the stick and everything with its smell), but if he would like me to take a bath, I'd go. He smiled and shamelessly sniffed his finger which had been inside my skirt just minutes before and told me how much he loved my scent. I thought: But he didn't even directly "smell" there yet! Our clothes were thrown out of bed and within seconds we were both completely naked; in fact, at his request I kept on wearing white socks (that night I wore sneakers) - he said he liked women who have some kind of footwear when they are nude. I thought we were about to go for the "rala-e-rola" when he got up, said that he was thirsty and went into the fridge to get a beer. And I stood there admiring this completely naked man walking around in his room flaunting an enormous cock, the biggest one I'd ever seen, all hard pointed high above me. Once again I imagined what it would feel like to have that inside of me. He took out the beer, opened it, and standing by my bedside offered me a sip. As I drank, he grabbed his own stick and withdrew its skin once more exposing his pink head so enchantingly red. I wanted to spread my legs and say, "Put that tasty head here... but deep down there!" rs. I held myself back! I poured the beer on the mute servant and called him into bed - I was anxious, I wanted a taste of it! He came over me, we kissed each other, I got licked in the ears, suckled on the neck, had tremendous shivers...I was kissed and sucked on the breasts, on the nipples, on my navel and ...and finally my knees were securely and gently separated from one another. At this moment he had a complete vision of my black forest which at that time was very common for us to cultivate. Although I was slouching on the sides, be careful! I saw him bring his face closer to mine between thighs and waited for first contact... thought if he would like my smell, taste ... felt the first kiss of his lips in mine (below)! He must have liked my scent, taste so much that he stuck his tongue inside it licked suck bit each one lip and from all this licking me sucks almost took me away. Then it was my turn to repay the pleasure received. He lay down and my mouth began to descend: first we kissed, and I could feel in his face and lips my own smells and tastes; then I went down on the neck, kissed his belly, licked his navel, and while doing so felt in my breasts that hard stick "trapping". Rs. As I stood facing him or rather head-to-head with it a wave of shivering swept through my body and dreamed about what was inside me. I took hold of the base, made a few movements up and down, covered and uncovered his head several times, twisted it to one side and back again, "inspected" him for every detail. He had light skin, small sack and all furry as was common at that time; he had plenty of hair which gave the stick a wild appearance, deliciously savage. While inspecting I was surprised by the question: - Do you like it? He then held my head from behind and forced it down saying, "Then start experimenting!" I poked the delight in a way that was familiar to me but he didn't take long for him to ask: "Go up and down with your head, but do the same thing with your hand...and let saliva run off so you can slide! It did. I loved it! The feeling of my hand slipping through his dick would have been great if he hadn't interrupted by telling me not to play like this. I was put in the traditional mom-and-dad position, and before he got into it, instinctively opened my legs as if to hasten his dick's penetration of the bottle. What a nice feeling when he rubbed his head up and down on my lips... first push... backing off... second thrust and there went the bottled head inside. From then on it seemed like I was dreaming. But my dream only lasted for a short while ... until I felt that my boot was too shallow ... or would the cock be too long for me? I felt the first thrusts and, despite being horny, it was uncomfortable, pressure in my uterus (I think!). I had to ask him to go slowly. He asked me if I didn't like it. I said yes but not all of it. He smiled, gave a stronger punch making me groan with pain and asked: "Do you not like this? I moaned that he is affectionate, that he was too big for me. We put some more and I could see that he tried to control himself, but his hardness ... ahhh, his hardship was too much and ended up causing me to whine from pain. We changed our position and stood on one side behind him. Then it was nice, because the stick didn't go all in. And then he asked me to stand on four legs and I stayed there and got hit again "down at the bottom". So I begged for patience so that I wouldn't put everything down. We went like this for a while until he announced that he was about to make fun of me and asked if he could punch inside me. That is exactly what he said - punch! He would come in like a madman and then he'd dump it inside of me screaming like a maniac. I enjoyed, yes I did, but that was an enjoyment caused by the accumulated desire... somehow reduced intensity due to fear of a deeper thrust ... but I enjoy. We took a bath and only then could I appreciate his dick completely soft. It was beautiful as well. Sometimes he pulled on his skin and kept his head uncovered, other times let the skin hide the pink tip. He wanted more after bathing, but I told him I had pain from within so he just let me sleep. I didn't lie - my internal organs were sensitive. The next morning he wanted again, and there was no denying it even though he feared the pain. But I kept his legs closed while he came in and we ended up having fun together once more. That Sunday morning we almost missed our time for motocross racing. After that weekend with J., But what was my surprise when he called me on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with this last call saying that he would come Friday afternoon to pick me up at the little shop where I worked. It was after six o'clock that Friday, my two colleagues had already left and I stood inside the shop with the door closed finishing tying up the register - I was sort of a manager in this little store. As soon as it finished I thought about going home thinking I would have some cake but I was happy when I heard the sound of the motorcycle being accelerated right there across from me. He came in wearing super tight leather pants that showed a nice volume on the front which ended up leaving me agitated, excited, surprised, I don't know...I was moving some shelf when I felt grabbed from behind. I turned and gained a tongue or rather an out-of-the-way kiss that soon entered my mouth starting a duel with mine. What excitement did I feel at that time! When he finished the kissing he looked around and seeing a small staircase leading to a storage room upstairs pulled me by the hand and pushed me up the ladder. I think that I was dazed by the unusual situation and didn't draw any reaction, nor did I realize that the almost vertical staircase would give him full view of my panties under a short skirt. But he noticed - grabbing me by the ankles as I passed through the last steps and held on to me. I trembled... and shivered when I felt his first kiss in my thighs ... and another one ... and more upwards ... and yet another ... When I sensed his face rubbing itself between my legs Immobilized and paralysed, I let him turn me over to his side, pull my panties aside and give the first whiff of what was coming. It's nice having a male sniffing between our legs isn't it!? What an erection! I feel like... kind of doggy! rs A finger went deep into my dry streak with pica ... Ahhh... how cute ! I no longer had strength for any reaction .. nor did I want one! We just climbed upstairs and I said that we should not do anything there, that it would be better to wait until nightfall. I was pushed (gently) and forced to sit on a bench over there. My arguments that it wasn't the right place were slowly fading away as he, at some distance, brazenly pulled down the zipper of his leather trousers. He did everything slowly and provocatively saying that inside [the pants] was something I would love. He was very cocky, very shameless! He stuck his hand into the pants and through the opening of the zippers threw out the already hard stick. He grabbed the animal by its base and jerked at me, swaying it back and forth with his skin exposing his head: "It's all yours! I thought he was coming closer to give me what he offered but didn't come. I think that was deliberate; I think he wanted to make sure that I desired him so much as to go over to him and pull him up next to the bench. And I did. I went over there, took hold of his stick since he had hidden his hands behind his back and pulled him. Sitting on the bench I approached the face of this thick rod and sucked in deeply the perfume which exuded from that delightful male object. What a sweet-smelling man has a stick. What a delight. I couldn't resist just sniffing and sucking on the pipe that was already spewing out the first drop of lubricant. I sucked for quite some time until he took it from me claiming to want to make fun inside my little headband, in fact his words were less affectionate: - Come because I want to have fun inside your bouquette! To this day I can imagine how a man treats a girl who is slightly over twenty years old and has no experience like that. But I must confess that I would get excited or hear such obscenities. I was put up against a wall, my underpants were pulled down, my legs separated and then he got on his knees behind me and stuck his nose between my buttocks looking for the crack of my tongue wanting to... stick! After licking me for awhile he stood up, positioned himself and only then did I realize our images in a mirror that was leaning on a shelf next door. To see myself in this posture with my skirt lifted off, naked ass in panties ripped out and waiting for the male ... the male still dressed in black leather pants, just his outside dick about to invade my little pocket... and all this happening at the store depository ... putz, I almost enjoyed it beforehand. In a few moments I felt the stick slipping facilitated by plenty of lubrication and hitting me on the uterus making me remember how much that "sword was bigger than its sheath". All the time he was "bombing" me, I didn't take my eyes off of the mirror and I think I made fun at least twice until he announced that he would make fun too. At this moment he punched so hard that it almost lifted me up from the floor, I thought I would be suspended stuck on that mast. To this day I remember the scream he let loose when discharging inside me: - I am going to spit... Spit in your cute little cat ... tô esporrannndonnnn...! Ahhhh as good as enjoying is knowing, seeing, feeling how much our body gives pleasure to the man who is with us né!? Well, after all that mocking and teasing and watching the exhausted male lie on a bench I was left to curl up over a newspaper contracting my vaginal muscles waiting for some hot broth to drip down so I could put my panties back on. That weekend when I got eaten at the grocery store we had sex several more times in his hotel room. Over the next few days he called me almost every day until he convinced me to come spend the following weekend with him. He picked me up on Friday afternoon at the door of his shop, and drove me to my apartment so that I could get some clothes. I let him in because none of the girls were home. He pointed out that I wouldn't need much clothing as he had plans for us to spend almost all our time in the flat where he lived. I thought: - I think it will be food! (Laughter) We didn't have such a hurry since he was driving by car not motorcycle and did not mind travelling at night. Claiming warmth, he asked me to exchange jeans with skirts. I waited, but knew that he had "bad intentions". When he saw me in my underwear alone, he attacked with wet kisses and handshakes. He ended up seating me on the dining table - an old furniture made of heavy wood! Seeing me sitting at the edge, he pulled out a chair as if preparing for dinner. At this moment I was going to be the meal! Opened my legs, placed my feet on the table so I had to lean against my elbows. Imagine my position! Then he pulled his trousers aside, looked at my pursuer and before sticking his tongue between her lips gave me a kiss which clearly demonstrated the rage that he was feeling. He started sucking on me, biting (slightly), stuck it in and I surrendered. I was already close to having fun when he got up, took off my panties and with rehearsed movements pulled down the zipper of his jeans that he wore, kicked out the hard fuck (I'm loving this word "fuck" lately!) and as he brushed my crack preparing himself for entering we heard a car parked in front of the house. We had time only to recover ourselves and did not wear any underwear because he arrived scared and put it in his pocket. It was my sister who came with a friend. He said I wouldn't need it, even that weekend when we were in his apartment clothes would be strictly forbidden. But as much as I insisted he let me put on my panties - I think I felt safer with her covering up my xana Rs. We arrived at the town where he lived and went straight to Pinguim, a well-known bar famous for its delicious ice cream chope. Well now you know he was living in Ribeirão Preto. Later friends of his came and drank until late hours. Only afterwards did we go to his apartment. (Years later I learned that able-bodied single men were nicknamed "slaughterhouses" which they said is where they take the...the girls to be eaten.) Well, as soon as we walked in it was a nice little cozy place. He's young but he had some possessions I think. Even though he didn't want to, I insisted that we should take a shower. After all, after an entire day of work you can imagine how our pursuits are like! He agreed and we took a delicious bath together and the whole time his dick stayed hard. Ahhh... it is so nice being young ... rs! Well, I won't go into too much detail because a fertile mind will surely know what happened. We had a very nice fuck until dawn and I, of course, all the time changing positions, contracting my buttocks muscles to prevent him from completely burying that snake inside me. I confess sometimes my concern about not having the uterus "punished" was so much that it distracted me a little bit, but in the end he enjoyed himself we slept naked and clutching then on Saturday morning he wanted again i said yes why no? After sex i wanted to wear something but he didn't let us He said as long as we were there we would be nude at all times I felt kind of "unprotected" without any clothes on, but I accepted it. The cool thing about all this was watching him walk around the house swinging his pinto -- sometimes with a head covering, other times with skin folded up exposing its head... cute, pretty, beautiful! We went out for lunch, we came back and fucked, we went to a bar, we come back and fuck-- by Sunday, admittedly, I was exhausted. But realizing that he, although also tired, wanted to do one more before taking me back to my hometown, I felt that he didn't harden completely, but it was still nice. At the time of insertion I noticed that half-softly, it did not hurt me so much - I think it twisted inside when hitting on my uterus. It was a lot easier to fuck like this and we had fun once again. While we were resting, talking and he asked for my underwear as a gift. I said, after all there was no reason to refuse. What was my surprise to find one, the last wardrobe full of plastic bags and in each of them an underwear or bra with a piece of paper written on it a woman's name. There were dozens of sacks packing panties and bras of different colors I did not know what to do, imagined that mine would be next to integrate this collection nothing when he came back just asked him to take me away tried disguise so that he does not understand anything and we went out. When I entered my public room lay down and fell asleep It wasn't until the next day that I remembered, nervous as I had been the previous day, having ended up forgetting my panties in J.'s apartment. My underwear may still be part of his collection now much more voluminous than it was when we last saw each other but admittedly months later, alone again, On the other hand, I confess that he would never be an ideal man for a long-term cohabitation with me - although intelligent, having achieved financial stability, being handsome in fact charming, I could not live my whole life worrying about when to have sex closing legs and contracting muscles finally creating and exercising defenses so that he doesn't puncture my uterus with his long strawberries. (Laughter) I prefer those who can "swallow" them completely hiding them entirely inside myself Imagine if J one day wanted to enter through my back door! Laughter.
Dear readers! I've written a lot about the boy from São Paulo, who was my first. I even told you how it went with the farewell transaction when my father forced me to go back and we separated. A secret: that transaction wasn't his last one! But this is what I will tell later. Now I want to write a little bit about the second boyfriend. After missing school year I had to return to my parents place. I had already spent the weekend with all my family and relatives, and at the beginning of next year I went to live with my younger sister who shared a house with other girls in a small town nearby. At that time it was very common for motorcyclists to meet up either because of motocross races or simple meetings. It didn't take long for me to make friends and every week-end we met our classmates on the main city square. You know how it is in little places - everyone got together to talk, flirt, drink etc.. The first motocross race that took place there, the city was taken over by a lot of motorcyclists on Friday night two nights before the competition. I was introduced to this guy who is about six years older than me - at that time I must have been in my twenties. Let's call him <unk>J<unk> He wasn't handsome, no, but attractive. I sat down with him and his friends and some girlfriends of mine. It didn't take long for our eyes to cross frequently and paint an appeal. Hours later, after a few drinks, J invited me to ride his motorcycle. I refused and said that he was wearing my skirt (it's a little white one) so it wouldn't be possible. He insisted and jokingly told me to sit on my back when I got onto the bike. I didn't even have time to think about it and was pulled by hand. It was a big beautiful bike. I was used to riding motorcycles, we even had a little one with me and my sister for going to school but usually wearing jeans. The feeling of sitting on the plastic bench, freezing cold from the serenity, and feel direct contact in the thighs, butt and especially the waist that was protected only by underpants was very nice. We ran through avenues, and even a small road outside the city when he took me to a place where people called Christ's hill. It was a high place where they had this statue, and people used to date under the shade of these huge trees around Christ. The feeling was excitement before we got there, but that soon turned into fear because you're alone with an almost unknown person. We get off our motorcycle and -- well he hugged me and rolled out his first kiss, a tight embrace and then I could feel in my bellybutton "extra volume". He, although annoyed, answered but not completely - we went to an avenue where motorcyclists were fighting cracks and stood at a distance watching the "pegas". Of course we started again mallo, amassos (the mature ones surely remember these expressions don't they?) Well, then soon there was that hard thing pinching my bellybutton again. I stopped because there, close to many people nothing could happen. After our lips became sensitive from kissing so much he said that he was staying in a hotel and invited me to spend the night with him. I refused, logically (even though it was "necessary" so much!), and asked him to take me home. Visibly upset he took me. When we stopped in front of the place where I lived, opened the gate and went inside, and he came from behind. I got scared but he said that he just wanted a little more romance. I didn't resist and we resumed kissing. We were in a narrow corridor and he wanted to go up - I lied and said one of the girls was upstairs asleep. He wanted me to come with him to the hotel. I denied. I felt a certain nervousness in him that soon complained that I had excited him so much and was refusing me to one night which would be very pleasant for both of us. I got caught, he tried to force an embrace, I pushed him and sent him away. He looked at me angrily into the eyes and said that yes, but that I should not have done it with him. The next thing you know he opened his pants zipper and I panicked. He threw out his jacket, saw how hard it was, held on by its base and spoke: "Look what you did to me and now don't want me! But I couldn't resist and gave him a quick look and told him to go. During the "quick" glance (I think it lasted several seconds, what do you know...rs... very fast...) I saw that his business was huge, really big, much bigger than my ex-husband's one, actually quite large and beautiful, especially when he pulled out the skin and discovered a thick pink head ... gorgeous! In the midst of fear and excitement, I managed to fall asleep that Friday night. After meeting J on a Friday evening, having had some fights with him and then sleeping alone, excited and frightened, I woke up late Saturday but didn't get out of bed. I stayed there remembering what happened last night - the hot kisses, me trying to hold bold hands running through my body, "the" hard thing poking at my bellybutton and most importantly something which I did not recall details about even though I looked curiously - his cane! I think nervousness from this moment erased the scene from my memory. I struggled to recall the image, but my mind was empty. I remembered that he was very handsome and big and fat, but the picture of "the thing" had been erased. I got excited, nibbled at his breasts, tucked my hand inside my underwear, felt my wet skirt on my fingertips, rehearsed masturbation, but did not enjoy it. He asked me why I didn't go with him to the hotel and the only answer I gave myself was: I still loved E - the ex from São Paulo. I concluded that I had lost a great opportunity to forget the old love. I decided if there was another chance, I wouldn't waste it. Saturday went on as normal until night came. I walked into the central square like everyone else did in this small town and in the same bar at the same time J with his friends and some of my girlfriends were there. I thought he would not even come near me but instead he came right away when he saw me. He was affectionate, took my hand and we drove down a slightly dark street. He pulled up to a car, hugged me and apologized for my rudeness and said that I had let him out of control the night before. Well... after this there was our first kiss that evening and so long we'd been in each other's arms without opening our mouths I could already feel threatening pressure on his belly button. (Laughter) I showed some embarrassment or at least tried to make him understand he shouldn't go as fast as he did. A trembling man smiled and said - "He" wants to apologize too! I tried to be serious, but inside I was loving being the one responsible for that erection. We went to a bar and drank until late at night when he called me to go see motorcyclists "catch" on the same avenue as last night we went and started our kissing again which soon evolved and I didn't even care about my navel tingling by the way i was enjoying it. He experienced noticed that I was easy and asked if I wanted to go somewhere quieter. felt cold in his stomach and thought: he is going to call me for hotel. I remembered from the previous evening and decided not to miss this opportunity But strangely enough, he said: "Let's go to Christ! Well... we got on the motorcycle and went. On the way I imagined that he wanted to 'go slower' for fear of frightening the 'prey'. I let it roll. I realized when we arrived there was no one else besides us and soon we were standing up with our backs against the bike in the biggest mesh. Of course this didn't stop at kisses only and then I felt daring hands caressing my butt which even squeezed into a jeans was very cute. From ass to chest it was just a quick little climb and from over bra underneath him faster still. Soon I felt his hands caressing my breasts and the gentle, delicious squeezes on my nipples. I let him climb up into my shirt and bra for a while then graced myself with crazy mouth. The warm touch of lips and tongue to my nips made my skirt soak in lubricant. Next he unzipped my trousers and with great difficulty managed to stick one finger through the side of my panties and reach my hot, moist groove - delight was feeling after long "starving" that caress. I was really "easy" that night, so easy my only reaction when he took my hand and pushed it over the hard stick underneath his pants was... squeeze. It's...it was the second night i saw him and i was already tightening his pussy on top of his jeans. The spot was clear enough that I followed his every move with my eyes until the thick spike came loose. He threw it out, pulled to one side the fabric of his trousers and arched his body as if saying: "It's all yours, have fun! Readers... what a boner you gave me at that time!" To feel my mouth invaded by his tongue, my cock caressed with a daring finger and to hold in one's hand that tasty dick was the glory of someone who had been without men for so long. As soon as we opened our lips he asked: "Suck me! I thought it would be too much abuse to do this at a place where even though we were alone it was public. But... but ... you know how hard-on makes us completely irresponsible, right!? I bent my body, and his finger escaped from the shaft but it was only for a short time because he again put his hand inside of my trousers behind me by the butt. And lowering the clothes down slightly, the clever fingertip soon took shelter in my groin once more. Oh what delight! With my body bowed I drew my face close to the wet pica and got drunk with the smell of the stick... A pleasant odor ... an odour of macho ... a perfume of pica that invaded my nostrils and made me open my mouth to check on my tongue if the taste was as exciting as the smell ... A delicious flavor that only these wonderful men and their even more marvelous dicks can give us women in the heat. (Laughter) Putz, today I'm inspired and excited and crazy! I don't think I would have stopped sucking my head off of this delight if we hadn't heard another motorcycle coming up the road. As soon as we recovered he made the long-awaited invitation: - Let's go to my hotel? I nodded affirmatively causing a beautiful smile in him. We got on our motorcycle and left. On the way to town I kept thinking about how nice it would be to fuck again, imagining us both lying naked on a bed, how good it will be to have another man between your thighs... imagine how pleasant it would feel to have inside me that lovely dick which just minutes ago I held and sucked ... Ahhh... How dependent I felt of men ... I felt a certain shame as we walked through the hotel lobby with him, it was like reading the attendant's thoughts: <unk>That one is going to be on today!<unk>I got caught in an elevator where he kissed me right out of my mouth and licked my face; my breasts were crushed together, my butt tightened up tightly. He "forced" me to push his still-soft stick over my trousers. As soon as we closed the door into our room he grabbed me by the lap - I loved that!, and took me to bed. We kissed each other and asked if I wanted to take a bath with him. I said that it was not necessary (I wanted him, the stick and everything with its smell), but if he would like me to take a bath, I'd go. He smiled and shamelessly sniffed his finger which had been inside my skirt just minutes before and told me how much he loved my scent. I thought: But he didn't even directly "smell" there yet! Our clothes were thrown out of bed and within seconds we were both completely naked; in fact, at his request I kept on wearing white socks (that night I wore sneakers) - he said he liked women who have some kind of footwear when they are nude. I thought we were about to go for the "rala-e-rola" when he got up, said that he was thirsty and went into the fridge to get a beer. And I stood there admiring this completely naked man walking around in his room flaunting an enormous cock, the biggest one I'd ever seen, all hard pointed high above me. Once again I imagined what it would feel like to have that inside of me. He took out the beer, opened it, and standing by my bedside offered me a sip. As I drank, he grabbed his own stick and withdrew its skin once more exposing his pink head so enchantingly red. I wanted to spread my legs and say, "Put that tasty head here... but deep down there!" rs. I held myself back! I poured the beer on the mute servant and called him into bed - I was anxious, I wanted a taste of it! He came over me, we kissed each other, I got licked in the ears, suckled on the neck, had tremendous shivers...I was kissed and sucked on the breasts, on the nipples, on my navel and ...and finally my knees were securely and gently separated from one another. At this moment he had a complete vision of my black forest which at that time was very common for us to cultivate. Although I was slouching on the sides, be careful! I saw him bring his face closer to mine between thighs and waited for first contact... thought if he would like my smell, taste ... felt the first kiss of his lips in mine (below)! He must have liked my scent, taste so much that he stuck his tongue inside it licked suck bit each one lip and from all this licking me sucks almost took me away. Then it was my turn to repay the pleasure received. He lay down and my mouth began to descend: first we kissed, and I could feel in his face and lips my own smells and tastes; then I went down on the neck, kissed his belly, licked his navel, and while doing so felt in my breasts that hard stick "trapping". Rs. As I stood facing him or rather head-to-head with it a wave of shivering swept through my body and dreamed about what was inside me. I took hold of the base, made a few movements up and down, covered and uncovered his head several times, twisted it to one side and back again, "inspected" him for every detail. He had light skin, small sack and all furry as was common at that time; he had plenty of hair which gave the stick a wild appearance, deliciously savage. While inspecting I was surprised by the question: - Do you like it? He then held my head from behind and forced it down saying, "Then start experimenting!" I poked the delight in a way that was familiar to me but he didn't take long for him to ask: "Go up and down with your head, but do the same thing with your hand...and let saliva run off so you can slide! It did. I loved it! The feeling of my hand slipping through his dick would have been great if he hadn't interrupted by telling me not to play like this. I was put in the traditional mom-and-dad position, and before he got into it, instinctively opened my legs as if to hasten his dick's penetration of the bottle. What a nice feeling when he rubbed his head up and down on my lips... first push... backing off... second thrust and there went the bottled head inside. From then on it seemed like I was dreaming. But my dream only lasted for a short while ... until I felt that my boot was too shallow ... or would the cock be too long for me? I felt the first thrusts and, despite being horny, it was uncomfortable, pressure in my uterus (I think!). I had to ask him to go slowly. He asked me if I didn't like it. I said yes but not all of it. He smiled, gave a stronger punch making me groan with pain and asked: "Do you not like this? I moaned that he is affectionate, that he was too big for me. We put some more and I could see that he tried to control himself, but his hardness ... ahhh, his hardship was too much and ended up causing me to whine from pain. We changed our position and stood on one side behind him. Then it was nice, because the stick didn't go all in. And then he asked me to stand on four legs and I stayed there and got hit again "down at the bottom". So I begged for patience so that I wouldn't put everything down. We went like this for a while until he announced that he was about to make fun of me and asked if he could punch inside me. That is exactly what he said - punch! He would come in like a madman and then he'd dump it inside of me screaming like a maniac. I enjoyed, yes I did, but that was an enjoyment caused by the accumulated desire... somehow reduced intensity due to fear of a deeper thrust ... but I enjoy. We took a bath and only then could I appreciate his dick completely soft. It was beautiful as well. Sometimes he pulled on his skin and kept his head uncovered, other times let the skin hide the pink tip. He wanted more after bathing, but I told him I had pain from within so he just let me sleep. I didn't lie - my internal organs were sensitive. The next morning he wanted again, and there was no denying it even though he feared the pain. But I kept his legs closed while he came in and we ended up having fun together once more. That Sunday morning we almost missed our time for motocross racing. After that weekend with J., But what was my surprise when he called me on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with this last call saying that he would come Friday afternoon to pick me up at the little shop where I worked. It was after six o'clock that Friday, my two colleagues had already left and I stood inside the shop with the door closed finishing tying up the register - I was sort of a manager in this little store. As soon as it finished I thought about going home thinking I would have some cake but I was happy when I heard the sound of the motorcycle being accelerated right there across from me. He came in wearing super tight leather pants that showed a nice volume on the front which ended up leaving me agitated, excited, surprised, I don't know...I was moving some shelf when I felt grabbed from behind. I turned and gained a tongue or rather an out-of-the-way kiss that soon entered my mouth starting a duel with mine. What excitement did I feel at that time! When he finished the kissing he looked around and seeing a small staircase leading to a storage room upstairs pulled me by the hand and pushed me up the ladder. I think that I was dazed by the unusual situation and didn't draw any reaction, nor did I realize that the almost vertical staircase would give him full view of my panties under a short skirt. But he noticed - grabbing me by the ankles as I passed through the last steps and held on to me. I trembled... and shivered when I felt his first kiss in my thighs ... and another one ... and more upwards ... and yet another ... When I sensed his face rubbing itself between my legs Immobilized and paralysed, I let him turn me over to his side, pull my panties aside and give the first whiff of what was coming. It's nice having a male sniffing between our legs isn't it!? What an erection! I feel like... kind of doggy! rs A finger went deep into my dry streak with pica ... Ahhh... how cute ! I no longer had strength for any reaction .. nor did I want one! We just climbed upstairs and I said that we should not do anything there, that it would be better to wait until nightfall. I was pushed (gently) and forced to sit on a bench over there. My arguments that it wasn't the right place were slowly fading away as he, at some distance, brazenly pulled down the zipper of his leather trousers. He did everything slowly and provocatively saying that inside [the pants] was something I would love. He was very cocky, very shameless! He stuck his hand into the pants and through the opening of the zippers threw out the already hard stick. He grabbed the animal by its base and jerked at me, swaying it back and forth with his skin exposing his head: "It's all yours! I thought he was coming closer to give me what he offered but didn't come. I think that was deliberate; I think he wanted to make sure that I desired him so much as to go over to him and pull him up next to the bench. And I did. I went over there, took hold of his stick since he had hidden his hands behind his back and pulled him. Sitting on the bench I approached the face of this thick rod and sucked in deeply the perfume which exuded from that delightful male object. What a sweet-smelling man has a stick. What a delight. I couldn't resist just sniffing and sucking on the pipe that was already spewing out the first drop of lubricant. I sucked for quite some time until he took it from me claiming to want to make fun inside my little headband, in fact his words were less affectionate: - Come because I want to have fun inside your bouquette! To this day I can imagine how a man treats a girl who is slightly over twenty years old and has no experience like that. But I must confess that I would get excited or hear such obscenities. I was put up against a wall, my underpants were pulled down, my legs separated and then he got on his knees behind me and stuck his nose between my buttocks looking for the crack of my tongue wanting to... stick! After licking me for awhile he stood up, positioned himself and only then did I realize our images in a mirror that was leaning on a shelf next door. To see myself in this posture with my skirt lifted off, naked ass in panties ripped out and waiting for the male ... the male still dressed in black leather pants, just his outside dick about to invade my little pocket... and all this happening at the store depository ... putz, I almost enjoyed it beforehand. In a few moments I felt the stick slipping facilitated by plenty of lubrication and hitting me on the uterus making me remember how much that "sword was bigger than its sheath". All the time he was "bombing" me, I didn't take my eyes off of the mirror and I think I made fun at least twice until he announced that he would make fun too. At this moment he punched so hard that it almost lifted me up from the floor, I thought I would be suspended stuck on that mast. To this day I remember the scream he let loose when discharging inside me: - I am going to spit... Spit in your cute little cat ... tô esporrannndonnnn...! Ahhhh as good as enjoying is knowing, seeing, feeling how much our body gives pleasure to the man who is with us né!? Well, after all that mocking and teasing and watching the exhausted male lie on a bench I was left to curl up over a newspaper contracting my vaginal muscles waiting for some hot broth to drip down so I could put my panties back on. That weekend when I got eaten at the grocery store we had sex several more times in his hotel room. Over the next few days he called me almost every day until he convinced me to come spend the following weekend with him. He picked me up on Friday afternoon at the door of his shop, and drove me to my apartment so that I could get some clothes. I let him in because none of the girls were home. He pointed out that I wouldn't need much clothing as he had plans for us to spend almost all our time in the flat where he lived. I thought: - I think it will be food! (Laughter) We didn't have such a hurry since he was driving by car not motorcycle and did not mind travelling at night. Claiming warmth, he asked me to exchange jeans with skirts. I waited, but knew that he had "bad intentions". When he saw me in my underwear alone, he attacked with wet kisses and handshakes. He ended up seating me on the dining table - an old furniture made of heavy wood! Seeing me sitting at the edge, he pulled out a chair as if preparing for dinner. At this moment I was going to be the meal! Opened my legs, placed my feet on the table so I had to lean against my elbows. Imagine my position! Then he pulled his trousers aside, looked at my pursuer and before sticking his tongue between her lips gave me a kiss which clearly demonstrated the rage that he was feeling. He started sucking on me, biting (slightly), stuck it in and I surrendered. I was already close to having fun when he got up, took off my panties and with rehearsed movements pulled down the zipper of his jeans that he wore, kicked out the hard fuck (I'm loving this word "fuck" lately!) and as he brushed my crack preparing himself for entering we heard a car parked in front of the house. We had time only to recover ourselves and did not wear any underwear because he arrived scared and put it in his pocket. It was my sister who came with a friend. He said I wouldn't need it, even that weekend when we were in his apartment clothes would be strictly forbidden. But as much as I insisted he let me put on my panties - I think I felt safer with her covering up my xana Rs. We arrived at the town where he lived and went straight to Pinguim, a well-known bar famous for its delicious ice cream chope. Well now you know he was living in Ribeirão Preto. Later friends of his came and drank until late hours. Only afterwards did we go to his apartment. (Years later I learned that able-bodied single men were nicknamed "slaughterhouses" which they said is where they take the...the girls to be eaten.) Well, as soon as we walked in it was a nice little cozy place. He's young but he had some possessions I think. Even though he didn't want to, I insisted that we should take a shower. After all, after an entire day of work you can imagine how our pursuits are like! He agreed and we took a delicious bath together and the whole time his dick stayed hard. Ahhh... it is so nice being young ... rs! Well, I won't go into too much detail because a fertile mind will surely know what happened. We had a very nice fuck until dawn and I, of course, all the time changing positions, contracting my buttocks muscles to prevent him from completely burying that snake inside me. I confess sometimes my concern about not having the uterus "punished" was so much that it distracted me a little bit, but in the end he enjoyed himself we slept naked and clutching then on Saturday morning he wanted again i said yes why no? After sex i wanted to wear something but he didn't let us He said as long as we were there we would be nude at all times I felt kind of "unprotected" without any clothes on, but I accepted it. The cool thing about all this was watching him walk around the house swinging his pinto -- sometimes with a head covering, other times with skin folded up exposing its head... cute, pretty, beautiful! We went out for lunch, we came back and fucked, we went to a bar, we come back and fuck-- by Sunday, admittedly, I was exhausted. But realizing that he, although also tired, wanted to do one more before taking me back to my hometown, I felt that he didn't harden completely, but it was still nice. At the time of insertion I noticed that half-softly, it did not hurt me so much - I think it twisted inside when hitting on my uterus. It was a lot easier to fuck like this and we had fun once again. While we were resting, talking and he asked for my underwear as a gift. I said, after all there was no reason to refuse. What was my surprise to find one, the last wardrobe full of plastic bags and in each of them an underwear or bra with a piece of paper written on it a woman's name. There were dozens of sacks packing panties and bras of different colors I did not know what to do, imagined that mine would be next to integrate this collection nothing when he came back just asked him to take me away tried disguise so that he does not understand anything and we went out. When I entered my public room lay down and fell asleep It wasn't until the next day that I remembered, nervous as I had been the previous day, having ended up forgetting my panties in J.'s apartment. My underwear may still be part of his collection now much more voluminous than it was when we last saw each other but admittedly months later, alone again, On the other hand, I confess that he would never be an ideal man for a long-term cohabitation with me - although intelligent, having achieved financial stability, being handsome in fact charming, I could not live my whole life worrying about when to have sex closing legs and contracting muscles finally creating and exercising defenses so that he doesn't puncture my uterus with his long strawberries. (Laughter) I prefer those who can "swallow" them completely hiding them entirely inside myself Imagine if J one day wanted to enter through my back door! Laughter.
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