sexual Fail 003 (re-editado)

I knew her at a reunion after classes at my friend's house playing the bottle game. (In Venezuela, there is a game called the bottle game where you sit in a circle around the bottle, give it turns to whoever points to the tip, and if they point to themselves, they get kissed or punished) The problem was that the punishments were worse than the kisses... 🙎‍♂️ 🙎‍♂️ 🙎‍♂️

Since that day I saw her, she impacted me, and although in the game I never could kiss her or do any mischief with her, I left hot seeing how she was making out (giving a latte: giving a kiss with tongue very sexual) with other guys and not with me... That day there were some who didn't want to play and some who got upset when they saw things getting spicy. It was my turn to kiss a horrible cutie and have someone touch my butt 😞 . We decided to go back to playing the next day, but only those who wanted something spicy and luxurious would play that time... I went home with a hot cock and a horrible ballache... That night I dedicated it to her... I was 18 and still a virgin

The next day's group for playing was smaller but more exciting, and incredibly there were more girls than guys... she was there, I remember well: black hair, white skin like the moon, brown eyes, turned legs from the sun (we all wore formal clothes but she was at her friend's house so she wore a short skirt that showed off her legs), big natural breasts that hung a little low... diiiosss!!!

The macabre game started, there was much hand-holding, many passionate kisses, punishments, lesbian kisses, everything was very fun and spicy, I had an idea and desires for an orgy but most of the girls only played to get us. When it was my turn to kiss her, I decided to give her a punishment: go to the bathroom with me for 15 minutes with the light off and the door closed... as they said in another post I was playing with all of them, I had already noticed the looks she gave me and knew that her response It would be affirmative... and it was:

In that bathroom, I lived what until today I recognize as the most intense, sensual, sexual, and morbid of all my rolls, not just feeling her kisses but her entire body, her breasts on my chest, her legs over mine, the smell of her face and neck full of my saliva, the texture of her tongue on mine, the softness of her skin, the squeezability of her breasts and buttocks... I went further down and was so wet... mmm... very very wet, she under her gaze (we never turned off the light) and I pulled out my penis and licked it with a face like a slut that until today comes to mind every time I hear that word, and then just when things were getting good.... she got up and told me in a sensual voice at my ear: your 15 minutes are up, kid, and you don't have any more money.... diiiiiiooooosssss (she was 20 or 21 years old, older than me... it showed, she always liked to treat me like a pedophile, eye! I clarify that at the time, I was already 18)

I left the bathroom dead from laughing and think my face wasn't normal, before managing to get out of the bathroom she came back and told me very quietly in my ear: come to my house tomorrow and we'll finish this game, I want to make myself your cute little boy (good grief, I'm already 18 years old, but it doesn't matter: do whatever you want with me). My face again wasn't normal so she laughed. Like I could take courage and go back out into the living room, where we were playing... there were already two couples kissing without playing and a couple of girls in suspicious behavior, it was getting late and each to their own house That night I didn't stop thinking about her, what awaited me the next day, I confess I masturbated twice, and once more in the morning (at 18 you're like an ice cream machine dispensing semen), I didn't go to class and what I did was take a bath (like never before), shave the boy (it seemed she wasn't too fond of my extreme beauty), put on comfortable clothes and applied AXe Fusion cologne and deodorant.

I arrived at her house and indeed as I had expected, she was alone, she told me laughing before entering: 'I thought you'd forgotten what I asked for yesterday' (what a prick of cock I already had). She wore a grey spandex short that fit very tightly to her pussy and ass, a bra that left a lot to the imagination about her bare breasts. Let me summarize a bit: we talked a bit, I found out I was a virgin and she would be the lucky one to break in 'the boy', until she told me it was normal for me to have nerves but if I really wanted it, she would make me get where I had never been before, (I felt like Neo facing Morpheus in Matrix: blue or red)

The obvious response: so I started kissing, caressing, licking, biting... I felt like a vampire with bloodlust, like a hungry wolf under her skin and that was what she loved... when I saw the word pussy above her short skirt, I could see it was wet, so she looked at me with an innocent face saying: aaaay 😞 it's wet, I'm going to take it off... she was shaved, beautiful, and had stretched-out lips (I knew a lot about sex despite being a virgin... the amount of porn wasn't normal in my adolescence), I couldn't hold back and I screwed her like only I'd done in dreams, her face wasn't normal, it was that of a morbid slut who enjoyed seeing my ecstasy was for her pussy and her tits... she was a nymphomaniac, I had won the lottery... I'm not going to explain all the times I did it with her and everything she taught me, but if a few things in chronological order (fails 1 and 2):

When I first started screwing her only the first time I went without a condom because for subsequent times a young friend who already had 3 kids told me 'don't get her pregnant, use a condom, those things are dangerous'. (As I should have taken his words to heart beyond what seemed similar). But once she would tell me she took pills and it was impossible to get pregnant every time afterwards were without a condom... great great great mistake. As the days went by, after fucking in all sorts of ways my sex teacher taught me, I noticed red dots on the tip of my penis

Something to which I wouldn't pay attention thinking it would be broken blood vessels due to the aggression of me getting screwed by a nymphomaniac. (note: God that guy was a goddess, she moved like dancing reggaeton, got me all wet, her breasts put them on my face... I just sat there and she rode me, there were times when I rode her like a wolf to a sheep... it was very good and tasty... until...

In her room she had an old bed, those with a metal mesh spring support, I'll summarize it again, that bed was very fun to jump on, but dangerous to throw (fuck, fuck, etc). The last time we fucked went like this: (now imagine everything that follows in slow motion, just as I lived it): when we're throwing ourselves on her bed and we start bouncing while she's putting it in and taking it out, she got too much momentum and gave a jump at the wrong time of mine, my penis comes out of her vagina all wet and positions itself about degrees back and aligns millimeterally with the eye of her ass (asshole), she was inevitably falling, and it was so slow that I had time to think 'pussy and mother' (the mother's cunt...)

Everything I remember was a very strong pain in my pipi, not just forced but also during the process it bent a little... when I saw her she didn't have any face of pleasure... but of a terrible pain, and we stayed for a fraction of a second that lasted an eternity like that, with my adolorido piupi inside her adolorido culo, then she got up pulling it out suddenly and committing another mistake (if not again the mierdofilia, see report 002) a little poop in my penis and a little fell on top of me, she went to the bathroom and I cleaned up with what I could get without looking much at my pipi, it smelled horrible, and note not only something dark on the shirt I used as a handkerchief but blood and I said damn you broke her but no... the blood was mine. I had torn my foreskin... that day we left everything until there, she annoyed by what happened not because of the pain but because how I lost the anal virginity (as if I were the guilty one, besides as a slut and a nymphomaniac like you could be a virgin asshole 🤔 ) I went home and well... thought that was the end of my 2 months of lust, I was sad but not that much because my head hurt thinking how much I loved her... the one with the penis

Here is the development of my 1st fail, as the days passed while I was still with her, remember what about the little red dots, since by waiting for miraculously I would be cured

I worsened and I think that with the anal incident, I worsened more: one day when I'm going to pee and notice it's burning more than normal, I check it out and notice a white-yellowish liquid coming out and emitting a horrible smell... damn, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps... my face and thought merged into a scream of fear.

I only thought one thing: AIDS

tube that I had to talk to my dad, tell him everything, I couldn't take it anymore with the fear, but then he calmed down when he saw I wasn't getting hit and put on the same scared face as me... After a 4-hour sermon, 2 urological tests, 4 blood tests, it was determined that I only had a strong vaginal mycosis (with something I never understood) that only cured with 3 months of intravenous injections... I never understood how something that affected me so much didn't affect her either... being a carrier isn't a sign of suffering from that

As the weeks went by, I didn't go back to looking for that girl, I hated her and thought if she was throwing it away so well it was because she was practicing and a slut... I had turned my first sexual experience into days of psychological trauma and physical pain (dude, if they send you a cream: buy the slut cream, not the same as a solution with alcohol... I let out a scream of pain...)... But she was still looking for me through mail and messages on my cell and I was avoiding her decently (I couldn't figure out how to explain what had happened) already I had feelings for her...

What a mess!!! FAIL... double