Hello Beautiful People of P!
After this we offer you the First chapter from this international co-production with intellectual capitals from Rosario and the great Buenos Aires, which we have built betweenmorochoaltivo19andmorochadel84It took a long time to build the story, but honestly we had a great time!! We hope you like it and it gets you really hot!
He: Friday I'm going to walk around in Capital, I have to travel for work. How about we meet up and grab something?Come on! And by the way, let's think of something for the story you want to write with some girl from Poringa... We're going to a cyber and maybe we'll send her from there, Can you imagine?He: I'm going with the computer, so we can write while having something. Coffee or beer?She: Hmm. If it's after 5 pm, beer!He: Pass me your number and I'll call you when I get here.
She: The dark-haired one sent me a message as soon as I got off the bus and we arranged to meet up the next day, Saturday afternoon, at a cafe in the city center.He: Was the idea to grab something and chat for a good hour? A thousand things were spinning around in my head, I felt that familiar vertigo in the pit of my stomach again, like it did in situations like this one. 'Relax', I told myself, she thinks we're just going to get something to drink, since she never made an issue out of us meeting up. Or maybe she'll think differently?She: When I was on the bus heading to our meeting, I started thinking what we were doing. He was a complete stranger, who had read all his adventures... And he had read my stories, knew everything I liked and fantasized about... Was it really just going to get something?He felt a bit uncomfortable in Buenos Aires, as if I had been suddenly inflated like a tennis court, it wasn't frequent for me to play as a visitor, but I knew how to behave, and thanks to P! I had a pretty clear idea of what I could find myself in, the adrenaline sensation turned me on again. That day I spun around until I chose what to put on, we had agreed to meet at a bar that had been recommended to me, I wanted to make a good impression, I was getting nervous and that didn't suit me. Ended up doing what I always do, ACDC until erasing any thought from my head, the hour was approaching and I didn't want anything in my head that could condition me. I arrived at the place with 5 minutes of anticipation. Dispatched the waiter with the classic gesture 'wait a bit' when he approached to take the order.She: He was waiting for me at a table in a nice bar... With a sympathetic, almost seductive smile... Well-dressed, with a subtle perfume that drove me crazy when he greeted me... We gave each other a fairly strong hug, with good vibes, without any intention... But my sex wasn't indifferent to those seconds when my breasts pressed against his chest as we greeted each other. A tingling sensation ran through my entire body. I tried to sit down and chat as if nothing was happening. Although I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy that man looked in front of me...He: I couldn't help but be impressed by what I was seeing, this time the internet preview had left me wanting more, the brunette was about to blow my mind. From the greeting alone I could feel that quasi-chemical reaction activating my most primitive body language. I knew from experience that this could be one of those memorable afternoons/nights, it just remained for me to let things flow and at the right moment not let her get away (would she want to?). Her body gave signs of feeling comfortable, almost you could divine the internal struggle between what her head was dictating, still cold, and what her body desired. A fleeting glance, a slight gesture, that hand on the table as if halfway there, as if waiting for me to take the initiative.She: The sensations in every part of my body were telling me 'him!'... My mouth would open, my tongue would lick my lips with false innocence, my nipples would harden at the sight of each pout on his mouth, I'd imagine him sucking them... He was talking to me and moving his hands, his thick fingers stealing my attention and my pussy was getting flooded. I felt like I was blushing, breathing differently... I was afraid he'd notice. And at the same time, I wanted him to notice and do something about it...Once I have the glass in hand, conversation flows and we're entering into confidence, she gives me a chance and laughs at my jokes or remarks, that game of cat and mouse is on stage again, little by little and already in confidence I'm testing her limits, I have the initiative but the decision is hers, I shouldn't rush nor should I get too comfortable, or it'll all be just a 'friends' chat. With the excuse of working on my laptop we sit together almost touching.She: After one of those uncomfortable silences, he came up with the idea for the story... It's great when someone quickly resolves those silences by proposing something... anything... The thing is that this guy was proposing we start writing a sex story... Which would be even more uncomfortable than that silence... but it seemed like he only turned on the laptop to make us sit almost pressed up against each other... because after that, he didn't say another word about writing... we just kept talking about life, how Rosario is, the streets of Buenos Aires...The situation was far from common, what escaped the conventional were the gestures, the gazes, I didn't lose detail of each inflection of his body, there was like an electricity in the atmosphere, casual, minimal touches multiplied, I saw his plump, wet lips, I desired him, my whole body reacted to his charms, only my head remained cold as if dissociated from the rest of the body dictating the course of events. All my seduction mechanisms were activated, now it would be seen if they had an effect.She: He challenged me: 'And? Do you dare to start writing the story?' Before he opened Word, I told him (half truth, half making myself look embarrassed) 'Hummm not yet...' And then I asked if he had read Bebe's last post, which was a laugh-out-loud joke... We laughed... We kept webbing on Poringa, looked at Angie and Rubén's latest photos, since we were in a corner of the bar and no one could see the screen. Yes, we were in a corner of the bar... He had been waiting for me at a table in the corner... Hummmm... When I realized that, I started thinking maybe he wanted to grab me as much as I wanted him... I smiled. He asked why I was smiling. I couldn't take the touch of his skin, his perfume, and all that sex on the PC and us two there, talking about the filcar guide... So I dared to say: 'I'm laughing because I just realized we're in a corner... Did you choose the table on purpose?' How do I explain his smile? That face halfway between 'you got it, girl, for sure you like it' and 'finally you said something provocative, because I wasn't sure if there was vibe'...By now the rubbing had turned into contact, her skin was smooth, her plump lips had me completely hypnotized. At the first excuse I find my hand brushes against her cheek, our faces are inches apart and a kiss is the inevitable way to break the tension. My lips press lightly against hers, they're soft, delicious, for an instant I can feel their humidity, texture. I separate my face from hers, her mouth is slightly open as if asking for more. I smile at her, by now neither of us can deny the heat.She: After the smile came the provocation: “Do you like being cornered?” she asked me. To which I replied: “Yes, I like it, but not in public places”. (That is: take me to a hotel already!) She smiled again and ate my mouth... As soon as her lips touched mine, her tongue went through my mouth, with fury, with ardor... My hand on the back of her neck held her against me, my other hand tracing her warm spine. He was holding me by the throat, as if serving himself my mouth to his liking... She was licking my tongue, moving her lips massaging and moistening mine... I struggled to savor it, wagging my tongue along hers, pressing my lips against hers and playing with my teeth to hold her tongue in my mouth...The first kiss is a show of our excitement. 'She didn't lie in her stories', I thought, which only heated me up more, I felt like if I kept going we'd be putting on a public show, my cock was celebrating that wanting to pierce the boxer shorts and pants. I could feel her agitated breathing, the urgency to have her naked in front of me was burning my head. Where the hell was the waiter? We got up almost stumbling, adjusting our clothes which were already getting in the way.She: The waiter wasn't coming and our hands were possessed... They wanted to feel the texture of each other's sex... We paid at the counter, we had to leave. On the next street, he pushed me against the wall to kiss me again, and pressed his hard and hot bulge against my pelvis. I stroked his back under his shirt, feeling his skin, trying to make him never let go of me... Completely excited, I tilted my head so his kisses would run along my neck and I couldn't hold back the first gasps of the afternoon... He noticed and moved away from me saying 'Where were you taking me?'The little nymph was in action, those moans responding to my caresses, the tips of my fingers searching for her skin, rubbing against her abdomen, I can feel the hardness of her nipples and make her feel all my cock that's rock hard. People pass by around us but at least it doesn't matter to me. My last remnants of reason are going, flying, my internal animal comes out on the surface, I know there's no turning back, 'will she know?' I think. She knows very well, her body won't let her lie, my hands caress her tits, I could stay here and screw her already as if we were two street dogs. Barely do I hear the 'let's go', very faint like she was a kilometer away.She: 'Come here' I said. And feeling my slippery groin started walking towards the nearest hotel... I needed to feel her tongue soon all over my being... My mouth was dying to taste that hard cock that had leaned against me shamelessly while kisses anticipated sex on the sidewalk of that bar.I feel like he's grabbing my hand, my legs respond as if they're under a spell, I have no idea where he's taking me, I suppose I do but since I don't know the city it's her who has the initiative. Finally we arrive at a hotel, does the skinny guy at the counter speak gibberish or is it just me? It's one of those moments where what they tell you doesn't sink in, even if they told me Moyano was lodged in the room with the red bar I would've gone anyway and kicked them out. I had to satisfy my sex cravings, I couldn't reason anymore, she was pressing her body against mine, feeling her warmth so close was driving me crazy.She: There was no going back now. The dark-skinned one and I were about to fuck. She closed the elevator door, bit her lips, looked at him, and went to kiss him... making him feel my burning breasts on his chest, seeking the pressure of his bulge against me… he responds by pushing his hip towards me, moving towards the sides as if he wanted to adjust the protrusion of his sex in the hollow between my legs and pubis… the slut in me was already starting to moan when the elevator's knock arriving at its destination separated us, and he quickly pulled away from me to open the door and almost drag me running to the room.I finally open the door almost by kicking it. I support her against the wall again, my hands can finally caress her as she deserves, her nipples are hard, I can feel them through the fabric, her hands play with my hair while I kiss her, her breathing becomes agitated when I kiss her neck and then goes wild when I go down to her clavicle, my caresses seek out her sex, two fingers suffice to release the button of her jeans, slowly, timidly, my fingers barely brush against her pubis, I want to make her desire it, play with her, enjoy every second of that previous game.She: That cock seemed to be taking me through my clothes! It was pinning me against the wall and rubbing its bulge... It was kissing my neck and I, completely surrendered, was caressing its back, its Booty... Feeling how my vagina shuddered with each pressure of its cock against my pubis... I couldn't stop moaning and on its face you could see it loved seeing me like that, out of control... Since when did he want to have me like this? Since we saw each other at the café? Since he knew I was coming to Buenos Aires? Far away I thought about it, but the priority was enjoying him, undressing him, licking him all over... Feeling him in me... Unbutton his shirt and kissed his chest... With very wet kisses, tracing paths on his skin with my saliva... Playing with my teeth on its nipples...She undoes the button on my pants, a moan escapes her mouth as she puts her hands on my penis, I pull her towards me by grabbing her ass and whisper four words in her ear: YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT. It seems to finish untying her, she lets out a giggle as if she had been waiting for that, my shirt flies off in an instant, without stopping us from touching, she takes me to the edge of the bed almost by pushing me, her gaze has something diabolical, all her lust is unleashed like a volcano erupting.
After this we offer you the First chapter from this international co-production with intellectual capitals from Rosario and the great Buenos Aires, which we have built betweenmorochoaltivo19andmorochadel84It took a long time to build the story, but honestly we had a great time!! We hope you like it and it gets you really hot!
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Chapter I
He: Friday I'm going to walk around in Capital, I have to travel for work. How about we meet up and grab something?Come on! And by the way, let's think of something for the story you want to write with some girl from Poringa... We're going to a cyber and maybe we'll send her from there, Can you imagine?He: I'm going with the computer, so we can write while having something. Coffee or beer?She: Hmm. If it's after 5 pm, beer!He: Pass me your number and I'll call you when I get here.
She: The dark-haired one sent me a message as soon as I got off the bus and we arranged to meet up the next day, Saturday afternoon, at a cafe in the city center.He: Was the idea to grab something and chat for a good hour? A thousand things were spinning around in my head, I felt that familiar vertigo in the pit of my stomach again, like it did in situations like this one. 'Relax', I told myself, she thinks we're just going to get something to drink, since she never made an issue out of us meeting up. Or maybe she'll think differently?She: When I was on the bus heading to our meeting, I started thinking what we were doing. He was a complete stranger, who had read all his adventures... And he had read my stories, knew everything I liked and fantasized about... Was it really just going to get something?He felt a bit uncomfortable in Buenos Aires, as if I had been suddenly inflated like a tennis court, it wasn't frequent for me to play as a visitor, but I knew how to behave, and thanks to P! I had a pretty clear idea of what I could find myself in, the adrenaline sensation turned me on again. That day I spun around until I chose what to put on, we had agreed to meet at a bar that had been recommended to me, I wanted to make a good impression, I was getting nervous and that didn't suit me. Ended up doing what I always do, ACDC until erasing any thought from my head, the hour was approaching and I didn't want anything in my head that could condition me. I arrived at the place with 5 minutes of anticipation. Dispatched the waiter with the classic gesture 'wait a bit' when he approached to take the order.She: He was waiting for me at a table in a nice bar... With a sympathetic, almost seductive smile... Well-dressed, with a subtle perfume that drove me crazy when he greeted me... We gave each other a fairly strong hug, with good vibes, without any intention... But my sex wasn't indifferent to those seconds when my breasts pressed against his chest as we greeted each other. A tingling sensation ran through my entire body. I tried to sit down and chat as if nothing was happening. Although I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy that man looked in front of me...He: I couldn't help but be impressed by what I was seeing, this time the internet preview had left me wanting more, the brunette was about to blow my mind. From the greeting alone I could feel that quasi-chemical reaction activating my most primitive body language. I knew from experience that this could be one of those memorable afternoons/nights, it just remained for me to let things flow and at the right moment not let her get away (would she want to?). Her body gave signs of feeling comfortable, almost you could divine the internal struggle between what her head was dictating, still cold, and what her body desired. A fleeting glance, a slight gesture, that hand on the table as if halfway there, as if waiting for me to take the initiative.She: The sensations in every part of my body were telling me 'him!'... My mouth would open, my tongue would lick my lips with false innocence, my nipples would harden at the sight of each pout on his mouth, I'd imagine him sucking them... He was talking to me and moving his hands, his thick fingers stealing my attention and my pussy was getting flooded. I felt like I was blushing, breathing differently... I was afraid he'd notice. And at the same time, I wanted him to notice and do something about it...Once I have the glass in hand, conversation flows and we're entering into confidence, she gives me a chance and laughs at my jokes or remarks, that game of cat and mouse is on stage again, little by little and already in confidence I'm testing her limits, I have the initiative but the decision is hers, I shouldn't rush nor should I get too comfortable, or it'll all be just a 'friends' chat. With the excuse of working on my laptop we sit together almost touching.She: After one of those uncomfortable silences, he came up with the idea for the story... It's great when someone quickly resolves those silences by proposing something... anything... The thing is that this guy was proposing we start writing a sex story... Which would be even more uncomfortable than that silence... but it seemed like he only turned on the laptop to make us sit almost pressed up against each other... because after that, he didn't say another word about writing... we just kept talking about life, how Rosario is, the streets of Buenos Aires...The situation was far from common, what escaped the conventional were the gestures, the gazes, I didn't lose detail of each inflection of his body, there was like an electricity in the atmosphere, casual, minimal touches multiplied, I saw his plump, wet lips, I desired him, my whole body reacted to his charms, only my head remained cold as if dissociated from the rest of the body dictating the course of events. All my seduction mechanisms were activated, now it would be seen if they had an effect.She: He challenged me: 'And? Do you dare to start writing the story?' Before he opened Word, I told him (half truth, half making myself look embarrassed) 'Hummm not yet...' And then I asked if he had read Bebe's last post, which was a laugh-out-loud joke... We laughed... We kept webbing on Poringa, looked at Angie and Rubén's latest photos, since we were in a corner of the bar and no one could see the screen. Yes, we were in a corner of the bar... He had been waiting for me at a table in the corner... Hummmm... When I realized that, I started thinking maybe he wanted to grab me as much as I wanted him... I smiled. He asked why I was smiling. I couldn't take the touch of his skin, his perfume, and all that sex on the PC and us two there, talking about the filcar guide... So I dared to say: 'I'm laughing because I just realized we're in a corner... Did you choose the table on purpose?' How do I explain his smile? That face halfway between 'you got it, girl, for sure you like it' and 'finally you said something provocative, because I wasn't sure if there was vibe'...By now the rubbing had turned into contact, her skin was smooth, her plump lips had me completely hypnotized. At the first excuse I find my hand brushes against her cheek, our faces are inches apart and a kiss is the inevitable way to break the tension. My lips press lightly against hers, they're soft, delicious, for an instant I can feel their humidity, texture. I separate my face from hers, her mouth is slightly open as if asking for more. I smile at her, by now neither of us can deny the heat.She: After the smile came the provocation: “Do you like being cornered?” she asked me. To which I replied: “Yes, I like it, but not in public places”. (That is: take me to a hotel already!) She smiled again and ate my mouth... As soon as her lips touched mine, her tongue went through my mouth, with fury, with ardor... My hand on the back of her neck held her against me, my other hand tracing her warm spine. He was holding me by the throat, as if serving himself my mouth to his liking... She was licking my tongue, moving her lips massaging and moistening mine... I struggled to savor it, wagging my tongue along hers, pressing my lips against hers and playing with my teeth to hold her tongue in my mouth...The first kiss is a show of our excitement. 'She didn't lie in her stories', I thought, which only heated me up more, I felt like if I kept going we'd be putting on a public show, my cock was celebrating that wanting to pierce the boxer shorts and pants. I could feel her agitated breathing, the urgency to have her naked in front of me was burning my head. Where the hell was the waiter? We got up almost stumbling, adjusting our clothes which were already getting in the way.She: The waiter wasn't coming and our hands were possessed... They wanted to feel the texture of each other's sex... We paid at the counter, we had to leave. On the next street, he pushed me against the wall to kiss me again, and pressed his hard and hot bulge against my pelvis. I stroked his back under his shirt, feeling his skin, trying to make him never let go of me... Completely excited, I tilted my head so his kisses would run along my neck and I couldn't hold back the first gasps of the afternoon... He noticed and moved away from me saying 'Where were you taking me?'The little nymph was in action, those moans responding to my caresses, the tips of my fingers searching for her skin, rubbing against her abdomen, I can feel the hardness of her nipples and make her feel all my cock that's rock hard. People pass by around us but at least it doesn't matter to me. My last remnants of reason are going, flying, my internal animal comes out on the surface, I know there's no turning back, 'will she know?' I think. She knows very well, her body won't let her lie, my hands caress her tits, I could stay here and screw her already as if we were two street dogs. Barely do I hear the 'let's go', very faint like she was a kilometer away.She: 'Come here' I said. And feeling my slippery groin started walking towards the nearest hotel... I needed to feel her tongue soon all over my being... My mouth was dying to taste that hard cock that had leaned against me shamelessly while kisses anticipated sex on the sidewalk of that bar.I feel like he's grabbing my hand, my legs respond as if they're under a spell, I have no idea where he's taking me, I suppose I do but since I don't know the city it's her who has the initiative. Finally we arrive at a hotel, does the skinny guy at the counter speak gibberish or is it just me? It's one of those moments where what they tell you doesn't sink in, even if they told me Moyano was lodged in the room with the red bar I would've gone anyway and kicked them out. I had to satisfy my sex cravings, I couldn't reason anymore, she was pressing her body against mine, feeling her warmth so close was driving me crazy.She: There was no going back now. The dark-skinned one and I were about to fuck. She closed the elevator door, bit her lips, looked at him, and went to kiss him... making him feel my burning breasts on his chest, seeking the pressure of his bulge against me… he responds by pushing his hip towards me, moving towards the sides as if he wanted to adjust the protrusion of his sex in the hollow between my legs and pubis… the slut in me was already starting to moan when the elevator's knock arriving at its destination separated us, and he quickly pulled away from me to open the door and almost drag me running to the room.I finally open the door almost by kicking it. I support her against the wall again, my hands can finally caress her as she deserves, her nipples are hard, I can feel them through the fabric, her hands play with my hair while I kiss her, her breathing becomes agitated when I kiss her neck and then goes wild when I go down to her clavicle, my caresses seek out her sex, two fingers suffice to release the button of her jeans, slowly, timidly, my fingers barely brush against her pubis, I want to make her desire it, play with her, enjoy every second of that previous game.She: That cock seemed to be taking me through my clothes! It was pinning me against the wall and rubbing its bulge... It was kissing my neck and I, completely surrendered, was caressing its back, its Booty... Feeling how my vagina shuddered with each pressure of its cock against my pubis... I couldn't stop moaning and on its face you could see it loved seeing me like that, out of control... Since when did he want to have me like this? Since we saw each other at the café? Since he knew I was coming to Buenos Aires? Far away I thought about it, but the priority was enjoying him, undressing him, licking him all over... Feeling him in me... Unbutton his shirt and kissed his chest... With very wet kisses, tracing paths on his skin with my saliva... Playing with my teeth on its nipples...She undoes the button on my pants, a moan escapes her mouth as she puts her hands on my penis, I pull her towards me by grabbing her ass and whisper four words in her ear: YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT. It seems to finish untying her, she lets out a giggle as if she had been waiting for that, my shirt flies off in an instant, without stopping us from touching, she takes me to the edge of the bed almost by pushing me, her gaze has something diabolical, all her lust is unleashed like a volcano erupting.
29 comentários - A good story! The meeting of 'The Proud One and the 8'
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HAY UNA BUENA HISTORIA AHI!!!
ESPERO LO QUE SIGUE!!!
no puedo creer que recién hoy me encuentre con esta aventurilla entre los morochos 🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤
como describirles mi sorpresa al leer que era algo echo por los dos 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️
es genial desde principio a fin me enganche y lo leí de un tirón,contenta como quien se sienta a ver una peli,feliz porque la narran muy bien y finalice mas caliente que pava silbando...no viendo la hora de leer la cogida del siglo que se van a dar..
me dejaron mal chicos...estoy re caliente mañana vuelvo con puntos 😀
ahora que pendejos...buenisima la idea,seria mucho pedir fotos???me pase de pervertida ajajaja
besos chicos son lo mas 😉 🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤
2 historias que forman una
Éste post es arte sexual en arte escrito.
Comentar es vivir P!
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Tremendo relato !!!
Excelente la combinación de cada uno de los protagonistas !!!
Se nota la visión, el ojo, el sentir, del macho y la hembra en el relato !!!
El resultado es exquisito !!!
Super caliente, bien llevado, bien narrado y coordinado a pesar de tener dos plumas diferentes !!!
Felicitaciones, a favoritos, recomendado y volveremos !!!
PS: Muchísimas gracias por la mención durante el relato !!!!
Gracias por compartir.
Besos y Lamiditas !!!
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
este relato me produce muchas cosas, muchísimas... me gusta la sensualidad y la excitación que tiene. pero lo que me provoca va mas halla de la historia misma me hace sentir algo que tal vez parezca una tontería... (o cosa de bruja que soy nomas) ustedes dos parecen una misma persona dividida en 2 el morocho y la morocha de 1984. ya los sentía similares en su manera de escribir en los otros relatos y ahora leyendo esto tan bien editado, tan bien acoplado, con la misma cadencia y lenguaje tanto en los párrafos de él como los de ella, parece escrito por una sola persona.
De modo que no puedo menos que felicitarlos.
La idea es genial y está muy bien lograda. espero ansiosa la continuación.
volveré con puntos.
por ahora recomiendo.
besos a ambos.
De todas formas, me gusto, esta bien escrito, no es un copy & paste de alguna pagina, tiene coherencia y un monton de laburo; pero bueno me caracterizo por decir lo que siento, siempre que puedo! 🤷
El chico: me dio mucha risa la parte de: "Desde el saludo nomás pude sentir esa reacción cuasi química que activaba mi lenguaje corporal más primitivo."
Estuvo buenisima esa eh!! Bueno, les dejo muchos saludos y les agradezco por compartir su historia con nosotros. Quedamos a la espera de la parte 2
ufff muy buen relato
Gracias 😃
contame el final bebeeeeeeeeeeee 🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤 🤤
exelente!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
eh vuelto con mis 10 de hoy
che saben que ya quiero que llegue el martes no? 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️ 🤤 🤤 🤤
so excelentes los dos 😉
Volvimos con simbólicos puntos de reconocimiento !!!
un delicioso y divino relato
para ratonearse 😉 😉 😉
te seguimos para no perdernos nada....