The Way the World Turns

Fernando broke up with me over the phone one night, more than ten years ago. For me, that phone call was one of the most painful experiences I could have lived, even because the wretch had not dared to give any indication, in the long weeks before, that something could be wrong between us. We were still teenagers, we were finishing second grade, and we were each other's first serious relationship. One beautiful night, at a Pitty show, we took the grip to another level, for the first time I grabbed his dick still above the pants, in the middle of the muff, and for the first time he hugged my hard little butt, covered only by a light skirt and an underwear that barely covered my parts. Completed the work with a few kisses on my neck that made me tremble even in the gymnasium of the poly-sports club. After days, weeks of silence, until the phone call that explained everything. Another person appeared, less proud than me, would have harassed the boy for several days until he explained himself. It was probably what he wanted: for me to be present the need to continue facilitating every day, that I would never settle down. I, already experienced but passionate that I was, wanted only him in my life. I did not want any more of the bastards that I had done until then. A virgin who was, at least in the front, I was willing to give my secret safe to that man. In the face of this emotional betrayal I concluded that if he did not love me unconditionally, it was better that everything went to hell, and I never looked for it again. A few months later I saw the jumper at a carnival, kissing on the mouth of any nearby biscuit that he liked, and really, really badly, badly loved the weather. I saw that man tall and strong, with his dark brown hair split in half and his dark brown eyes split in half, and I embraced the most beautiful face. For those who don't know me, my name is Gabriela, I'm 32 years old, 1.68 m, 55 kg, I'm white with light brown eyes, blonde hair, very large breasts, a steep butt, nice and I love sex without freshness, modesty, places ... wherever it happens, but since that time, where I was humiliatingly rejected, I would not be the same sexually. Time has passed, and I almost never saw Fernando again. We went each to one side, I started dating, enjoying the delights of university sex, and he too. Fernando only had the memory of his first serious boyfriend, the kisses I stole from him at a carnival ball, and of course, the pain of that breakup without the slightest announcement, or the slightest pretext, which turned me around and I was still looking for some explanation of the subject. A long time later, we met again at a party celebrating the twelfth anniversary of our high school graduation. Surprisingly enough, my boyfriend at the time let me go alone, because the meeting was in the countryside, in a small town in the Serrana do Rio region, and he had no patience to take the road just to watch me. I knew that I would meet Fernando again, but I didn't give it much importance, because after that time I should be married and most likely would appear with my wife in a striped dress. A light green dress, I took the bag, some clothes, lingerie and accessories. But it was not the case: Fernando appeared alone, in a blue striped shirt that valued the brilliance of his eyes, a closed beard, and the intention confesses to drinking and dancing without accounting to anyone. I went off to drink caipiroskas and that shit that women drink, until there by so many he called to dance. I, affecting doubt, ended up going, and we danced one step away from each other, I disguising shyness looking at my shoes and my green dress, whenever he did not try to communicate with me by screaming over the music. It would have been two songs from the '90s, no more, at the end of which I took him by the tips of my fingers and carried him to the table in a deliberately exaggerated gesture of extreme kindness. The scene would certainly have made comments, that there everyone knew that we had a history and that today we had our lives. But at that point I didn't care about any of that anymore: I had had a couple of drinks and couldn't resist the presence of the boyfriend that I really fell in love with. I asked for another drink from a woman and I accompanied him with a long neck, and shortly after that I started to confide in him. I asked how things were going, and he explained that well, without elaborating. I took a long breath and said that "Rafael and I are separating", he said lying. And from then on I made it perfectly clear what I wanted, punctuating each sentence with a touch on his arm, on his leg, while getting more and more drowsy from the alcohol. And he himself did not resist, and laughed at every nonsense I said, and also held his hand to emphasize any banal observation, and touched my knee when we laughed together. After a while he approached my ear and spoke softly, with a dirty air: "That's it. Let's go somewhere else?" I laughed, already drunk but aware of everything, and he repeated the gesture of the dance floor, pulling me out of the hall by the tips of his fingers. To a friend who was looking at us, I still had the presence of mind to wave the keys and say "I'll leave you at home", but that may have only made things worse. I didn't care so much anymore. My mistake was to drink a little more, while he remained, if not perfectly sober, at least the master of all his actions. After he threw me in the car seat, he entered from the other side and, without even turning the key, turned to me and sought my neck, resuming from where we had stopped a decade earlier. I kissed his neck too, giving him a hickey to leave a mark, and I began to groan when his left hand slipped between my legs and touched the inside of the thigh. It went up, until it touched the edge of the little panties. He reached my ear and said, in the same bastard tone of voice, that it had been sixteen years since I dreamed of doing this. Before I tried to protest, he sucked the lobe of my ear slowly, passing my tongue behind it, while I continued to bite my skin and play. When he turned the key, I lay down on the bench and closed my eyes, and I knew there was no point in resisting, and I knew I couldn't go home without giving it to him, only I didn't know that, more than eating myself, I was going to punish him for the rejection years and years ago. He took me to the only motel in town, and he had at least the consideration to ask for the best suite. I went up the stairs in front of him, rolling my butt up slowly. He was behind me, running his fingers between my legs, stroking my butt over the already wet fabric of my panties. I looked back and laughed. I didn't know what was waiting for him. When he closed the door of the room, I wanted to throw myself into his arms and kiss my mouth. I avoided his kiss. I held his head with both hands and sucked his neck again, this time almost violently. But he became a little whimper of pleasure. He sat down on the bed and began to take off his shoes, socks and shirt, leaving only his trousers and volume. I stood in front of him, exhaling a hard-on. It was to be nothing: I was no longer the little girl he had fallen in love with, the angelic face already had the features of a woman, but I was still petite and thin and with everything in the place it should be. He hardly knew how he had experienced the good things in life. I was, of course, slightly but already becoming more conscious of my sordid plan. I knew that if I did the right things, he would have no condition to resist when I imposed all my caprices on him. It was then, out of pure calculation, that I made the only gesture intended to give him pleasure. I opened my purse, took a handkerchief, and made a sale saying, "Today you will be my slave!" I knelt between his legs, unbuttoned his pants belt, lowered the zipper and pulled the pants by the ankles. I left him only with the white boxer, all swollen with the enormous volume. Agitated, I caressed that member over the fabric, where he gasped with nervousness and nervousness, brushing his hair eagerly without taking his hands off. He continued to be pulled more and more swollen and swollen, and I reached down to the rectum of his thigh, and I saw a man, who must have been a very large man, grumbling or grumbling under his skin. I took advantage of that man's maximum erection, holding his balls firmly and, taking a penis ring from the bag, I fitted it tightly to the base, replacing my hands. He asked what all that was, to which I replied that it was his punishment for abandoning me for no reason, without giving any satisfaction. He laughed! Poor man, I should not have done it, etc. I squeezed his balls again, already trapped by the ring, in which they became purple. I stuck my lips into the swollen glans, licking every mushroom, spitting and drooling, until I prepared and swallowed centimeter by centimeter the entire length of that pyroclastic pulse. I kept it all inside me, feeling it with this. Thet, punching that man hard, while I turned to his ears and said: - You'll suffer eating me today, but two things you won't be able to do anytime soon: eat my bouquet and make fun of me whenever I want. Without taking off my dress, without taking off my panties, I started licking and kissing his thighs without taking my hands off that stick. I bit and sucked his groin with a stick in front of me. He threatened to move, and with a xiiiiiiuuu, I told him to be quiet and enjoy. I lowered my head, holding his balls, and started drooling and wrapping his cock with my mouth. Hmm, how nice it is to suck a man at the height of his erection. How much blood trapped in the hollow bodies by a silicone ring at the base of the pubic can provide a woman. I took off my panties slowly, but firmly, to demonstrate that from then on all the decisions were mine. Although I had gone up, I remained in my dress, I sucked on his sweaty, saliva-drenched cock whimsically, spitting on his head every time I came up for air. He got excited with each blowjob, because at that time I perfected the technique in a powerful suction. My mouth was soaking, I needed my fingers to calm the craving. As I swallowed that cock, I swallowed my swollen, droopy little finger, rubbing the honeycomb on my little butt. In that room, the only sound that came back and interrupted me was the noise of the liquids vibrating in contact with my finger were the moans and complaints of Fernando more and more: <unk> Aibe! <unk> Aaaa! <unk> Without letting go of that mast, I raised one of his legs to test his erection and how much that man would be mine. He would rub his dick in my face, spit and punch hard, pulling down and admiring the veins and the full erection. Then I caressed his big balls as I beat against him, rhythmically. My gentle and skillful fingers slid down the perineum, the no man's land: the dreaded and 'untouched' region where the males straighten themselves, but deep down they feel an enormous erection. I gently touched this region, while my mouth worked non-stop. How I love to suck a thick roll!!! My fingers felt boldly advancing around his anus, where I noticed his pulse; at least increase his pulse. Despite the risk of ridiculous, not obvious objection, it would be a sign of insult, but rather a sign of male pleasure, I knew a man's aperture. If there's one thing I know and I'm an expert at, it's getting a hard-on in his ass. I lifted his legs higher, held my hand steady, punched that stick, but now I've turned my mouth behind him. I needed to suck that hairy ass, provoke him and incite him to the vengeful fury of wanting to do the same, so as to penetrate deeper with my tongue, rub my face across a wider expanse of flesh, and most of all touch his brown ass. It was a different taste, sweat, but I didn't care, I wanted his hard-on to the fullest. I sucked his ass for a couple of minutes in that position, and my tongue would come and go, alternating tongue and fingertips. In the end, he didn't want to eat, he just wanted to provoke him. I got up, I kept hitting him, but I pulled his blindfold off. He had a look of amazement, but he was panting. Without even asking, looking at him, I turned my back on the bed, on all fours like a whore and called him to fuck me. His smile fascinated me and excited me even more, that smile of a man about to eat a hot woman. I leaned my hip as I always do, leaning my huge breasts on the sheet. I stretched my right arm between my legs, tapping on my pocket and grill, calling Fernando to the fight. That prankster almost piercing the ceiling, my green dress scene was already completely frozen, but I was no longer in a position to notice it, nor to imagine what my boyfriend would say if I appeared like this frozen in the whole house. He approached me admiring my little finger with his saliva still floating on my little finger tattooed on my narrow pocket and left me to fuck him. I turned my hip as I always do, leaning my huge breasts on the sheet. I stretched my right arm between my legs, tapping on my pocket and grill, calling Fernando to the fight. That prankster almost pierced the ceiling, my green dress was already completely frozen, but I was no longer in a position to notice it personally, nor to imagine what my boyfriend would say if I appeared so frozen in the whole house. I knew of his intentions and, even against my will, I kept my goal and to release my mouthpiece to that hot son of a bitch. Be careful, I let him delight in the foreplay, which to me sounded like an orgasmic orchestra ... they had already been 4 times and Fernando did not limit himself to just sucking my ass and my mouthpiece. He alternated sucking and biting, with his rough tongue he opened and laced the resistance of the sphincter, if at that time there was any rss. Round and half his thumb slipped in search of my clitoris, but his attention was all in the little hole behind, or from above, in case. He stuck the indicator in this soaked mouthpiece and, while masturbating, spat on my cousin who was stepping intensely. He knew that he wanted to eat me very much, but he still opened up in front of me in anger, and I obeyed with a little bit of force, and whoever wanted to show me the right side of my face, and I began to cry with a little. None of it was improvised. I knew, and so did he, that with that whole mockery it was what we could have been living for a long time. Having touched all the right points, he thought I would end up begging to eat my bucket. At four, all mealy, panting, legs wide open and with his butt pointing to the moon, he directed that pet bottle mast to my already completely open bucket. <unk> No, I said... Continue... <unk> Continue? With his finger? He said. <unk> Don't... eat me hot, put that roll on me!! He grabbed me by the hair and pointed at the honey-soaked little waistline. <unk> So? He asked. <unk> Don't... eat my cousin... <unk> Didn't you hear me! Or did he go deaf. <unk> Are you really sure? Words with an analogy. Eat my favorite half of my sex. <unk> I insisted, not even imagining that I would ask that man for a favor... <unk> I never even imagined that I would ask that man for a favor... <unk> My little hole, although used to it, was by now quite stimulated by the treatment it had undergone. Not only was the center already open, but from the edges of the ring a small honey-fillet trickled out, the result of brutal penetration with both fingers. I brushed with my hands the mealy scroll of my pocket, without letting him advance the signal, just to lubricate it more, although it was not so necessary for me. But to him I was a virgin of cook, rss. I directed that jeba in the little entrance of my hard cock, which looked and watched what would come next. As a man like this, Fernando spat once more on that blinking brown eye, pushed his head in and pushed it slowly, but forcefully. He was pushing, without finding resistance. He was affectionate, always asking me if I was hurting, stopping. I asked to put all that monstrosity inside my gluttonous ass. I screamed with excitement, so much that I enjoyed once again and felt that it flowed through my legs. Fernando could not believe it, his eyes were shining and his body trembled with desire. I stuck my head more on the pillow and, to facilitate his attacks, I stretched my buttocks with both hands. He held me, not by the waist, but by the thighs, and I was involved with the penis at the right speed, neither too slow to give me a rest that I did not deserve, nor too fast to shorten the suffering. For my absurd feeling of pleasure, at one point he sought my grill with his right hand and rubbed my body. He rubbed it with his right hand. I touched his laundry once more and I wanted to squirt it in my legs. I laughed and his body trembled with desire. When I pressed my head further into the pillow, I stretched my buttocks with both hands, and, to facilitate his thighs, I stretched out my buttops with the thighs, and with the penis at the right speed, he was not too slow to give me a relief that I did not deserve, nor too fast to shorten the suffering. For my absurd feeling of pleasure, he sought at one point he sought my grill, but at one point he sought my grill with my right hand and he rubbed my right hand. He rubbed my body. He rubbed it with his right hand and I felt the right hand. I held his huge dick by the base, along with the penis ring, and I was slowly coming out of that meat cork. I love to feel every inch, going in and coming out. I turned, still with a busy hand, and with the other, I touched my little mouth and my butt all open and mealy, licking and staring at that bastard in the back of his eyes. He screamed, horny, and then I started swallowing his hard and throbbing mast with the taste of Gabi's kitchen. Every inch inside my mouth I could feel his body vibrating and shivering. The 22 cm fit with difficulty, but his balls came to my thigh. My eyes did not fall off my fat throat, he liked caralso, when I started the humming and went without wanting to see what. I would end up losing that man's energy, I would end up sucking his moisture... If I entered my mouth, I would stop sucking every breast, Fernando said... Mmmmmmmmm!!! He couldn't resist anymore and enjoyed like he had never enjoyed before, pouring several jets into my throat and inside my mouth. It seemed that some 3 guys had enjoyed there, from so much accumulated milk, running a little through the corner of my mouth and on my face. He trembled, without strength, and looked at me in amazement...I think he imagined what he lost by giving me away years ago. <unk> Do you want to clean up? Offering me the pillowcase. He swallowed all that thick milky shit, still passing his tongue on his teeth, pulling out every remaining sticky drop. With his fingers, I still collected the slag on my face without, at any time, provoking Fernando to stop looking at my challenge: <unk> I don't like milk and I was very thirsty!! We went to the bathroom, he affectionately stroked my tangled hair with his fingers. We were embraced letting the water fall on us. I still didn't believe I could do what I just did in bed. I stayed still, leaving the mystery of so many years of practice in the air, rss. I washed his back, stroking his tough little bundle of macho. I stroked his thick cock and head, with soap and already free from the bonds of the ring. That son of a bitch began to wake up, and punched me harder. We climbed once more. He grabbed me by the ass, lifting me up on his back and I put my legs, leaning against the wall, feeling as if we had done it twelve years before. No one liked the bottom of my cock, he touched my uterus, and I got up at the same speed, leaning against the wall, he was exhausted, he kissed the monster in the air, rss. I washed his back, stroking his hard little leg. I caressed his thick, thick, soap-headed dick cock, with soap and already free of the bindings of the ring. I never wanted to see him again. He walked out of my ass, grabbed me with my legs, and hugged my legs, and kissed me, and kissed me again.