De pendeja yo no estaba buena II Parte

I remember that this was the last image my brother took of me while the collective was leaving, taking him towards military service.
I got dressed in my best clothes, those for a walk, and accompanied him to the bus stop to bid farewell to him, my mentor.
Unfortunately for Leo, my brother, that pose was noticed by a gentleman who, after losing the bus carrying my brother and no longer visible on the horizon, approached me and convinced me to let myself be accompanied by him, even just a few blocks.After a while of walking, we had accidentally stopped at the square in my neighborhood, at that one my brother and I visited when we would escape from our house during siesta time. Where I would climb on the swings and games to show off my skills to Leo, my brother.

The gentleman was very friendly and conversational, with manners absolutely different from my brother Leo, treating me with chivalrous and gentle manner. We sat down on a bench and talked, he asked who the young man was that I left in the micro, thinking it was my boyfriend. I clarified that I didn't have a boyfriend, that I had never had a suitor, he couldn't believe it, then I told him roughly that we were very close with my brother and that we played daring games at that place.

The man put an expression on his face as if he didn't understand what I was saying, and asked: Give me an example of those games! He said simply but firmly, perhaps because of that, I reacted the way I did. I don't imagine you calling them daring! He exclaimed calmly, waiting for my response.

Although I doubted, I thought he had every right, it wasn't clear, I should show him, but I couldn't find another way except by repeating in concrete terms, with facts, what I did.However, just as I started to unbutton my mini short, the shorts, he got scared and jumped up from the bench in the square like a spring, asking me with frightened eyes to stop, I stopped instantly, startled by his reaction.

But! What were you going to do? The man asked confusedly

Take it off! I replied

What thing? Asked the gentleman

The shorts! I assured

Did you want to stay in underwear, in panties? He reasked

I don't wear anything under my shorts! I almost never wear underwear! I affirmed

And why were you going to do that? He consulted interestedly while making signs for me to button up the short pants. I was walking reluctantly towards a hammock and sat down to swing, while responding.

Because these were some of the daring games, and you asked me to show them! I replied somewhat contrariety.The sir realized my bad mood and told me not to get angry, that my attitude had confused him, but to cheer me up and change that face, he invited me to go to his house for breakfast, saying It's early, surely you must be hungry! I had doubts again since my mother not only told me not to talk to strangers, but also less so, to go to the house of one. But I needed a friend, my brother, my companion, had left me. So I disobeyed my mother's advice and accepted going with the man. How do you call yourself? I asked. David! He replied. And you? He asked. Felina! I informed, and we walked together to his house. I don't know why, as soon as I entered, I took off my sweater, top, blouse that I was wearing, maybe because I'm used to doing it at home, it was like a reflex act.He, David looked at me and indicated with his hand, without speaking, a sector of the house; as I was accustomed to not asking and obeying, I headed towards that place, entered the room, it was the bedroom with a giant bed, and I don't know why, I let my hair down and took off my short shorts, ah, it would be like the routine carried out with my brother, my friend, and already unconsciously, I was adopting David as his replacement, but if he didn't want to, I thought, and that made me anxious.But he wanted to, undressed quickly, forgetting the breakfast he had invited me to. His body was muscular, and larger than my brother's, approached seriously, wielding his erect member, much thicker and larger than Leo's, but I didn't fear, never did with Leo, always did what was necessary, quietly, and nothing ever happened to me, I shouldn't worry and think that this time would be different.However, like that, standing still, his member vainly tried to possess me but didn't enter, despite I was all wet, flooded with viscous juices, feeling like butterflies in the lower belly, it was my first time with a stranger. He, David, then took me to some kind of bench, an old armchair, which wasn't really comfortable, although I could settle my thin hips and spread my legs wide, but it didn't help, only the tip of his dick entered and seemed to tear me apart, he, all a gentleman, was taking his time, not hurrying anything.He carried me on his shoulders to the bed, even with the cock barely at the entrance, it seemed like my vaginal muscles were adapting to her, and it seemed like I would enter already in the bed, all that muscular work and pre-seminal fluids made a part of that big piece of meat flow and enter.Really, almost I farted, was lax, open, given over, in such a way that it seemed to me that at any moment I would misfortune. I had to hold her back, with my eyes wide open, as if begging for mercy, and I pulled her out, keeping the glans rubbing against my vulva and clitoris.He was playing with his thumb on my clitoris, pressing my pleasure button, but it still hurt. Although I liked it and bit my lips, there were moments when I didn't care about the pain and wanted him to burst inside me and tear me apart all at once and we'd come.And I as always, putting on attitude, didn't want to lose my only new friend, and I dressed up like a lady, but he was observing, noticing that I couldn't fit all that in my small little skirt, which had been worn out by my brother Leo just a short time before, it was half the size of his, this was an enormous hole, at least for my dimensions, more than a third, at most forty percent entered my humanity, the rest, most of it, stayed outside.I turned myself around, gave him my back, to try to make something happen that way, but it was impossible, there was no way, no means of achieving it. And he, David, focused on satisfying me and held his own orgasm.So he pitied me, I felt like I had failed, it was the first time I didn't meet an objective, I retreated that immense cock and I got sad, he realized that and brought it to my face and mouth so I could suck it.It didn't even fit in my mouth, it was very fat, very thick, my jaw ached from opening my oral appliance, so I played with her using my lips, hands, and tongue, and she finished in my mouth.I looked into his eyes and got the feeling he didn't enjoy it. It wasn't just my feeling, but he made me get dressed and accompanied me to the front door of the house that led to the street, and never offered me breakfast as he had promised. Despite returning to his house more than once, I never found him again, I wanted a rematch, but it never happened.Sad and dejected I returned home, I hadn't even had a miserable orgasm. The muscles surrounding my vagina and bones or joints hurt and my vulva burned from the pressure exerted by that enormous cock. Everything was wrong, on top of it I wanted to cum, to get rid of the heat with which David left me, I didn't know what to do until I thought of my brother, rescuing him again and he held me in my sadness, so I searched for the camera and would photograph myself for him. I'd send them to him so he wouldn't be alone in military service. I put on my old high school uniform that Leo used to rat about.I put on my best happy face, despite not being happy, but anyway, this is the one you see here. I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't notice the time. It had practically been all day, it was late afternoon, and I couldn't change my stern expression, I was looking for a smile to send to my little brother, and nothing.

At some point, I looked up and my father was staring at me fixedly with incredulity at what I was doing, and I didn't flinch, kept going the same way, searching for the perfect portrait for my brother's son.

What are you doing! My dad exclaimed, I didn't respond, I approached him, and with skilled hand movements, I took off his pants and underwear, no hesitation, because from afar I saw that he was hard, excited, perhaps it had been a long time since he had been watching me and got hot.He, my father, didn't do anything to stop it, in fact, as I had anticipated in the first part of my story, I had done my things silently, without my brother Leo knowing, and with someone who had experience, I was with my father, actually, he grabbed me on the stairs, touched me, and we jerked off. It was the second member of my family I knew, later, I also experimented with my grandfather, my cousins and uncles were subsequent, but don't judge me badly, not all of them had penetration, most I sucked and they licked me. But, I continued with my progenitor, to shut him up and calm him down, I gave him a masturbation, I started masturbating him, remember I was sad. My dad noticed and interacted with me.He made her suck it while caressing my sex with his fingers playing with my wounded vulva, but he was good at it and eventually got me to put aside my laziness. In fact, if you see my posture, it was one of disinterest, I had slumped and held my head with one hand so as not to get tired and show the apathy that made me suck my father's dick just so I wouldn't have to explain what I was doing or who would take a picture of me. Because in my house, all men were jealous or more like proud, macho ones who thought they owned me.However, my father, with the movement of his fingers, managed to get me out (a bit) of frustration, and he managed to move me, not like saying I'm really hot, that I explode with desire, but, it made me want to try his cock, and already without my skirt and panties, with my shirt and sweater open, I got on top of him, slowly, and started riding him.I liked it so much that I came and my father, being careful as usual, controlled himself and withdrew just when he was about to ejaculate. That was another one of my fetishes, I liked seeing the cream running down my vulva, the warm sheath falling between my buttocks and flooding my trench, partially entering my anus, that made me come again once more, with the cock still outside my body, only observing it pulse, and expelling from it the cum, my dad's semen, running through his daughter's body. However, after cum, I would blame my old man for it and he'd leave without greeting me, and I'd also get upset, that didn't happen with Leo, my brother, who was in love and hugged and kissed me, at least lately, although initially he was a pervert, and neither did he feel remorse, but used me with rough or cold treatment.I felt a bit better, that made me regain my attitude, and I went for the biggest dildo my mom had hidden, to start training my clitoris, and go back in search of David, the man who had left me hooked, my first obsession with a stranger.