By then I was 18 years old. I wasn't really doing anything with my life except wandering around: Anything that wasn't the public library of Lanus and the clubs full of drunk women didn't have any validity for me. I spent my days at the library taking out books of all kinds just out of curiosity. From Descartes' Discourse on Method to Khalil Gibran's Poems, I had read it all. Anything to say that somehow.
I smoked cheap cigarettes called RODEO for 2.50 per pack of 20. They were disgusting and deadly. After inhaling the smoke, they would make me gag, but over time you get used to the nausea and it starts to disappear. Without a care and with two borrowed books from the library one day I received an invitation from a friend to go to a trendy bar (bourgeois, yuppie, whatever you call it in your country) to listen to a pianist. I accepted. He told me that without a jacket you couldn't get in, so I put on the damn suit. A vest and black sweater, black jeans and shoes. We met at the Lanus station. I waited for a long time leaning against McDonald's until they appeared. It was cloudy that night and when we arrived at the bus stop we had to take to get to the bar and it started raining. We took shelter and decided to go to Bingo to avoid getting cold and also to win something.
Once inside, we took some whiskeys. Then we went towards the machine area to try to play, but we didn't know how so we lost 15 pesos - a whole fortune - on the slot machines. I kept smoking my cheap cigarettes while watching a woman play and asked her to explain how to do it because I really didn't understand much about all the buttons or anything. The woman explained briefly and saw that I was smoking those cigarettes. She said don't smoke those, dear, they'll hurt you those cigarettes are bad enough but those ones are even worse, and disgusting I don't have much money to buy Philip Morris and you have. para coming to play here? no, I only have some money saved because we were supposed to go to a piano recital, but we didn't due to the weather. ah, look... Long time that the woman played and looked at me. She was around forty-something. Not one of those old women you'd pick up like an animal. But she was something nice. She was thin. Big eyes. Full lips. Good legs. She was good overall.
After staying silent for a while and explaining how to play some more, she offered to buy me cigarettes, which I accepted (because the kiosk is next to the bingo) I have to admit that deep down I had fear it would be like the old trick of offering candies to a kid and when they let their guard down, zap! kidnapped. You have to be careful in Argentina. Those who live here know how complicated things are. So good. We went to the kiosk and I bought cigarettes. Thank you very much I said. Look! And she spun her RODEO around in the middle of the street with force. We started talking while smoking some cigars outside. What's your name, what do you do for a living, etc. That kind of stuff. And what about you now? well... I'm not working... I mean right now, I thought we could go to that place around here (that place is Siroco, the temporary lodging) This... look, I can't right now, I'm with my friends and besides I wouldn't want to leave them hanging, pass me your phone and we'll arrange something...
I passed her my cell phone and hot text messages got in the way. We saw each other a week later. The meeting place was McDonald's at Lanus station. There too we met and started walking. It was around 9 am. There's a hotel a few blocks from Lanus station that's not Alvergue trancitorio, but Hotel Paso. Those where you stay when traveling or something like that. The day cost around 100 pesos, much cheaper than the temporary lodging. The only amenities were a bed, a table lamp, a closet and a small table. But as long as there was space to fuck, I didn't care where we did it, as long as it was a private place. At the time, I didn't want to bring my little one home. Because she was old and because besides, I didn't know what would happen if someone in my house saw me moving around an old veteran. We signed the hotel book and went to our room. She had a black jacket that hid her sagging tits due to age and a jean that accentuated her flabby and tiny ass. Well, but what's up? She was good and nice with me. I took off her jacket and put it on the table. I took off my leather jacket and brown boots. I sat down on the bed and she hesitated for a moment. I made a gesture with my hand of come and she sat down somewhat shyly beside me. Well, what's going on? I don't know... you looked so old dressed up, now undressed like that, you're not very different from one of my students... Well, can the teacher fantasize about a student? No... well, I don't know... it's rare Are you a virgin? Ha ha you're an idiot, no, it's rare, what do I know. In the back of my mind, I wanted to kill that very slut. I got up early to see her, didn't buy any book for 50 pesos - that is, half- for the hotel and now I was going to freak out and possibly not even put it in. What a hot old woman, making fools of herself at the foot. I thought to how many has she done this same thing, hysterical but tried not to send her off and we chatted for a bit. We talked about her profession, that authors liked books, about this and that. Almost two hours later, I brought up the topic of sex again. Just because it's small doesn't mean you can't make me come until you're satisfied... (I was half asleep and grumpy so I went all in) mmm really? that much? aren't you lying to me? no... besides never fantasized about a student well, there was one... didn't get to say more than kissing her and putting my tongue all the way to the back of her mouth. I grabbed one of her hands and put it on my neck, surrounded her ass with hands and savage and repulsively kiss it. If this doesn't get you hot, go to the slut who gave birth to you. - I thought. I gave her a long, saliva-covered, frenzied, and very twisted kiss. I was half in trance. I caressed her ass, squeezing it with force, and kept putting my tongue in her mouth as if I were exploring her asshole until her ass yielded and she rested against me. We settled down. I licked her neck with force until I felt her agitating. Then I separated her legs with mine and started to enter her slowly. There... how I feel... she said. If there's anything worse than having me hot, it's being angry and hot. And since her attitude had annoyed me, I wanted to give her a strong and intense screw until she was made of shit. I kept moving my erect penis between her timidly opened legs while licking her mouth with my tongue loaded with saliva and fondling her small tits (yes, they were tiny) above the clothes. Her gasps became stronger. They started to be whimpers when I took off her pullover and undershirt and started to lick her tits over her corset. Her whimpers invaded the hotel room's dirty and humid space with a smell of moisture and sample soap. My ass was already moving to animal rhythms between her legs, pushing my erect penis against her already wet underwear between the folds of her pants and bloomers. Slowly she started to let herself be carried away by the thrusts and began to move her ass, rubbing it against my balls. She undid her own pants and asked me to hurry up and take them off. I took them off. I took mine off too. I kicked my boots and pants against a wall. Before continuing to heat her up with thrusts, I passed my tongue over the entire wet bloomers and sucked in her juices. mmm that's tasty I said. She blushed. She blushed? And that made me cum like a dog and I started to pre-ejaculate. It was making me feel perverted to corrupt an older woman. Was I the degenerate in that place? Who cares. How much morbo it gave me. I had a desire to cum every moment. I pulled off her bra a few minutes after a tug. And she alone took off her corset. I was going to eat her pussy but said no... let's screw her, this woman is hotter than hell. I put on the condom and pushed myself all the way in. Her eyes widened. Slowly, you have it big. My cock started to get hard again like a hook for wet towels. Do you have it big? I thought... or is she messing with me with just little chicks or is she checking me out? But I got hot like a daughter of a slut. You like it? I love it. She was quite tight, I had to admit. I had screwed girls my age that was like screwing an empty bag. But this one was so tight that I felt the skin of her pussy rising and falling with my thrusts. I saw how her face started to wrinkle gradually. Like the strong gasps turned into whimpers. Like her hands went from holding my neck to pushing my head towards her mouth. The thrusts started to turn into liquid. I pulled out and abruptly lowered myself onto her pussy. Pushed the skin upwards to expose that little nut that sticks out of the urethra when you do that. Suck on that thing and lick it. She twisted, gave several kicks in the air, and ended like she was peeing. Even felt a sound like water shooting. But I wasn't peeing because I had my mouth on her urethra and would have filled my mouth with pee. It was a cum. A real cum. Not even well done, it got put back in and kept screwing her. - The hard part is the first cum, the others come out easier- After a while, I was finishing up again. This time, I wanted to do it at the rhythm of my thrusts. Suddenly felt a slight burning sensation in my balls. Her juices were surrounding my cock. A lot of hot juice. Morbo got the better of me. I thrust harder and harder and harder until my hips started to hurt. I took short breaks where I kissed her or licked her neck, But I couldn't cum. Almost always I have that problem. I'm taking too long to cum. It's easier for me to make myself cum from a blowjob or a handjob than from sex. But I'll take advantage of it.
One more time, I'm going to make you cum, slut. And so it was that in brutal thrusts, those where you can hear the sound of the flesh slapping against each other due to the strong pounding, I felt that sensation of burning between my legs, over my balls and dripping down to my knees. Give me a second he said. I'd love for you to kiss me while you're resting I said. - Yes, that's how romantic I am -. Half tired, she got up and made a gesture for me to lie back. She pushed me back and took the cock in her mouth. I masturbated with her expert, veteran throat without choking, only pulling it out to take a breath and swallow again. Like this, until near cum, I felt her throat contract against my beats, I took it to her mouth and when she filled it with cum, I swallowed it to the bottom and sucked on it. How did I do? It was divine I said, agitated and half trembling from the sensitivity in the cock. I kissed her mouth intensely and we stayed lying down for a long time, smoking some cigarettes. After the sex, I got hungry - it was past noon and besides, I hadn't eaten well enough to not be feeling weak -. Let's get a pancho at the kiosk that's around the station, they're something like 5, you can lend them to me, I ran out of money paying 50 for the hotel... Let's go to the pizzeria instead And so she invited me to a pizza, an ice cream for dessert and besides, she bought me cigarettes again. We went back to the hotel room.
As soon as the door was closed, I felt myself on the bed and started masturbating. Do you like it? Yes Yes? Yes Are you hot? A little Sit down next to me, come here she sat down. I started kissing her while I was still masturbating. Then I started rubbing my body against hers with my cock well boned. Her hands, her mouth, her back and her whole body were all caressed by my cock. When it got to her mouth, I pushed it in as if saying
Would have been coming. She would be coming on my mouth. Then I'd pull down her pants and underwear with one tug, so abruptly that I'd be left with my socks on. I put another layer on and pushed her to the bottom, perfect slide. 'Ah, yes! Come here' she said. I came very quickly and hard, watching her tits bounce in her sweater under the jacket I couldn't take off. 'AY, it's coming again...' she finished on top of me. When I was done, I went back down to her use the word: pussy and licked it with fury. Her hands were pushing my head towards hers, my tongue penetrating her use the word: pussy, drawing circles with violence. Then I'd enter and exit her use the word: pussy with my tongue, she was coming now with my saliva-covered tongue. I started to scream slightly and before I knew it, my face was wrapped in her warm cum again. 'I love it when you come in my mouth' I said. She blushed. I got hard again, driven by morbid curiosity, and penetrated her again. She was very hot, almost feeling like milk was going to squirt out of my cock as soon as she came again. Her interior was hotter than the other times. 'Damn, I'm coming!' I said. And in a few seconds, I felt that shivering, unbearable pressure in my cock. In the most intense human paroxysm, everything stopped for a second and in the next second, I violently entered her, feeling like my cum was shooting out of my cock uncontrollably.
It was already around three o'clock in the afternoon. She had to go do her chores and so did I know what. We went down, signed, and left. In the following weeks, all our encounters were similar. She would buy me expensive things and cigarettes, pizzas, hamburgers, books, CDs, and beers. I felt bad about it. Just because someone is poor doesn't mean they have to live with a lonely, desperate woman who only wants to fuck. Well, not for much longer. Although I never asked for anything. In the end, I felt a little bad about it. And on the other hand, I wasn't and won't get used to being made All those gifts. Well, it's the same either way. I did the right thing, didn't I?
I smoked cheap cigarettes called RODEO for 2.50 per pack of 20. They were disgusting and deadly. After inhaling the smoke, they would make me gag, but over time you get used to the nausea and it starts to disappear. Without a care and with two borrowed books from the library one day I received an invitation from a friend to go to a trendy bar (bourgeois, yuppie, whatever you call it in your country) to listen to a pianist. I accepted. He told me that without a jacket you couldn't get in, so I put on the damn suit. A vest and black sweater, black jeans and shoes. We met at the Lanus station. I waited for a long time leaning against McDonald's until they appeared. It was cloudy that night and when we arrived at the bus stop we had to take to get to the bar and it started raining. We took shelter and decided to go to Bingo to avoid getting cold and also to win something.
Once inside, we took some whiskeys. Then we went towards the machine area to try to play, but we didn't know how so we lost 15 pesos - a whole fortune - on the slot machines. I kept smoking my cheap cigarettes while watching a woman play and asked her to explain how to do it because I really didn't understand much about all the buttons or anything. The woman explained briefly and saw that I was smoking those cigarettes. She said don't smoke those, dear, they'll hurt you those cigarettes are bad enough but those ones are even worse, and disgusting I don't have much money to buy Philip Morris and you have. para coming to play here? no, I only have some money saved because we were supposed to go to a piano recital, but we didn't due to the weather. ah, look... Long time that the woman played and looked at me. She was around forty-something. Not one of those old women you'd pick up like an animal. But she was something nice. She was thin. Big eyes. Full lips. Good legs. She was good overall.
After staying silent for a while and explaining how to play some more, she offered to buy me cigarettes, which I accepted (because the kiosk is next to the bingo) I have to admit that deep down I had fear it would be like the old trick of offering candies to a kid and when they let their guard down, zap! kidnapped. You have to be careful in Argentina. Those who live here know how complicated things are. So good. We went to the kiosk and I bought cigarettes. Thank you very much I said. Look! And she spun her RODEO around in the middle of the street with force. We started talking while smoking some cigars outside. What's your name, what do you do for a living, etc. That kind of stuff. And what about you now? well... I'm not working... I mean right now, I thought we could go to that place around here (that place is Siroco, the temporary lodging) This... look, I can't right now, I'm with my friends and besides I wouldn't want to leave them hanging, pass me your phone and we'll arrange something...
I passed her my cell phone and hot text messages got in the way. We saw each other a week later. The meeting place was McDonald's at Lanus station. There too we met and started walking. It was around 9 am. There's a hotel a few blocks from Lanus station that's not Alvergue trancitorio, but Hotel Paso. Those where you stay when traveling or something like that. The day cost around 100 pesos, much cheaper than the temporary lodging. The only amenities were a bed, a table lamp, a closet and a small table. But as long as there was space to fuck, I didn't care where we did it, as long as it was a private place. At the time, I didn't want to bring my little one home. Because she was old and because besides, I didn't know what would happen if someone in my house saw me moving around an old veteran. We signed the hotel book and went to our room. She had a black jacket that hid her sagging tits due to age and a jean that accentuated her flabby and tiny ass. Well, but what's up? She was good and nice with me. I took off her jacket and put it on the table. I took off my leather jacket and brown boots. I sat down on the bed and she hesitated for a moment. I made a gesture with my hand of come and she sat down somewhat shyly beside me. Well, what's going on? I don't know... you looked so old dressed up, now undressed like that, you're not very different from one of my students... Well, can the teacher fantasize about a student? No... well, I don't know... it's rare Are you a virgin? Ha ha you're an idiot, no, it's rare, what do I know. In the back of my mind, I wanted to kill that very slut. I got up early to see her, didn't buy any book for 50 pesos - that is, half- for the hotel and now I was going to freak out and possibly not even put it in. What a hot old woman, making fools of herself at the foot. I thought to how many has she done this same thing, hysterical but tried not to send her off and we chatted for a bit. We talked about her profession, that authors liked books, about this and that. Almost two hours later, I brought up the topic of sex again. Just because it's small doesn't mean you can't make me come until you're satisfied... (I was half asleep and grumpy so I went all in) mmm really? that much? aren't you lying to me? no... besides never fantasized about a student well, there was one... didn't get to say more than kissing her and putting my tongue all the way to the back of her mouth. I grabbed one of her hands and put it on my neck, surrounded her ass with hands and savage and repulsively kiss it. If this doesn't get you hot, go to the slut who gave birth to you. - I thought. I gave her a long, saliva-covered, frenzied, and very twisted kiss. I was half in trance. I caressed her ass, squeezing it with force, and kept putting my tongue in her mouth as if I were exploring her asshole until her ass yielded and she rested against me. We settled down. I licked her neck with force until I felt her agitating. Then I separated her legs with mine and started to enter her slowly. There... how I feel... she said. If there's anything worse than having me hot, it's being angry and hot. And since her attitude had annoyed me, I wanted to give her a strong and intense screw until she was made of shit. I kept moving my erect penis between her timidly opened legs while licking her mouth with my tongue loaded with saliva and fondling her small tits (yes, they were tiny) above the clothes. Her gasps became stronger. They started to be whimpers when I took off her pullover and undershirt and started to lick her tits over her corset. Her whimpers invaded the hotel room's dirty and humid space with a smell of moisture and sample soap. My ass was already moving to animal rhythms between her legs, pushing my erect penis against her already wet underwear between the folds of her pants and bloomers. Slowly she started to let herself be carried away by the thrusts and began to move her ass, rubbing it against my balls. She undid her own pants and asked me to hurry up and take them off. I took them off. I took mine off too. I kicked my boots and pants against a wall. Before continuing to heat her up with thrusts, I passed my tongue over the entire wet bloomers and sucked in her juices. mmm that's tasty I said. She blushed. She blushed? And that made me cum like a dog and I started to pre-ejaculate. It was making me feel perverted to corrupt an older woman. Was I the degenerate in that place? Who cares. How much morbo it gave me. I had a desire to cum every moment. I pulled off her bra a few minutes after a tug. And she alone took off her corset. I was going to eat her pussy but said no... let's screw her, this woman is hotter than hell. I put on the condom and pushed myself all the way in. Her eyes widened. Slowly, you have it big. My cock started to get hard again like a hook for wet towels. Do you have it big? I thought... or is she messing with me with just little chicks or is she checking me out? But I got hot like a daughter of a slut. You like it? I love it. She was quite tight, I had to admit. I had screwed girls my age that was like screwing an empty bag. But this one was so tight that I felt the skin of her pussy rising and falling with my thrusts. I saw how her face started to wrinkle gradually. Like the strong gasps turned into whimpers. Like her hands went from holding my neck to pushing my head towards her mouth. The thrusts started to turn into liquid. I pulled out and abruptly lowered myself onto her pussy. Pushed the skin upwards to expose that little nut that sticks out of the urethra when you do that. Suck on that thing and lick it. She twisted, gave several kicks in the air, and ended like she was peeing. Even felt a sound like water shooting. But I wasn't peeing because I had my mouth on her urethra and would have filled my mouth with pee. It was a cum. A real cum. Not even well done, it got put back in and kept screwing her. - The hard part is the first cum, the others come out easier- After a while, I was finishing up again. This time, I wanted to do it at the rhythm of my thrusts. Suddenly felt a slight burning sensation in my balls. Her juices were surrounding my cock. A lot of hot juice. Morbo got the better of me. I thrust harder and harder and harder until my hips started to hurt. I took short breaks where I kissed her or licked her neck, But I couldn't cum. Almost always I have that problem. I'm taking too long to cum. It's easier for me to make myself cum from a blowjob or a handjob than from sex. But I'll take advantage of it.
One more time, I'm going to make you cum, slut. And so it was that in brutal thrusts, those where you can hear the sound of the flesh slapping against each other due to the strong pounding, I felt that sensation of burning between my legs, over my balls and dripping down to my knees. Give me a second he said. I'd love for you to kiss me while you're resting I said. - Yes, that's how romantic I am -. Half tired, she got up and made a gesture for me to lie back. She pushed me back and took the cock in her mouth. I masturbated with her expert, veteran throat without choking, only pulling it out to take a breath and swallow again. Like this, until near cum, I felt her throat contract against my beats, I took it to her mouth and when she filled it with cum, I swallowed it to the bottom and sucked on it. How did I do? It was divine I said, agitated and half trembling from the sensitivity in the cock. I kissed her mouth intensely and we stayed lying down for a long time, smoking some cigarettes. After the sex, I got hungry - it was past noon and besides, I hadn't eaten well enough to not be feeling weak -. Let's get a pancho at the kiosk that's around the station, they're something like 5, you can lend them to me, I ran out of money paying 50 for the hotel... Let's go to the pizzeria instead And so she invited me to a pizza, an ice cream for dessert and besides, she bought me cigarettes again. We went back to the hotel room.
As soon as the door was closed, I felt myself on the bed and started masturbating. Do you like it? Yes Yes? Yes Are you hot? A little Sit down next to me, come here she sat down. I started kissing her while I was still masturbating. Then I started rubbing my body against hers with my cock well boned. Her hands, her mouth, her back and her whole body were all caressed by my cock. When it got to her mouth, I pushed it in as if saying
Would have been coming. She would be coming on my mouth. Then I'd pull down her pants and underwear with one tug, so abruptly that I'd be left with my socks on. I put another layer on and pushed her to the bottom, perfect slide. 'Ah, yes! Come here' she said. I came very quickly and hard, watching her tits bounce in her sweater under the jacket I couldn't take off. 'AY, it's coming again...' she finished on top of me. When I was done, I went back down to her use the word: pussy and licked it with fury. Her hands were pushing my head towards hers, my tongue penetrating her use the word: pussy, drawing circles with violence. Then I'd enter and exit her use the word: pussy with my tongue, she was coming now with my saliva-covered tongue. I started to scream slightly and before I knew it, my face was wrapped in her warm cum again. 'I love it when you come in my mouth' I said. She blushed. I got hard again, driven by morbid curiosity, and penetrated her again. She was very hot, almost feeling like milk was going to squirt out of my cock as soon as she came again. Her interior was hotter than the other times. 'Damn, I'm coming!' I said. And in a few seconds, I felt that shivering, unbearable pressure in my cock. In the most intense human paroxysm, everything stopped for a second and in the next second, I violently entered her, feeling like my cum was shooting out of my cock uncontrollably.
It was already around three o'clock in the afternoon. She had to go do her chores and so did I know what. We went down, signed, and left. In the following weeks, all our encounters were similar. She would buy me expensive things and cigarettes, pizzas, hamburgers, books, CDs, and beers. I felt bad about it. Just because someone is poor doesn't mean they have to live with a lonely, desperate woman who only wants to fuck. Well, not for much longer. Although I never asked for anything. In the end, I felt a little bad about it. And on the other hand, I wasn't and won't get used to being made All those gifts. Well, it's the same either way. I did the right thing, didn't I?
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