Esos dias...

By my stories they should suppose that I'm a girl-scout, always ready for whatever may happen, and you know what? They're right... haha. No, seriously, although I like to take (and who doesn't, they'll say, but I really like it a lot, a lot, a lot, I'll tell you), as I was saying, although I like to take it, sometimes the body doesn't follow our interests. We want but can't... It happened to me more than once, a skinny guy who likes you, the situation that arises, but... you're on those days... Yes, I'm talking about menstruation, an unpleasant word if there are any, which lowers anyone's libido. Or is there anything worse than being told: Sorry, but I'm menstruating? I never said it and never will, I'd rather use any other excuse before revealing that I'm on my period.

Luckily I'm a woman, and every 29th (yes, like the ñoquis!) of each month, day or so, I know I should carry extra napkins in my purse. The thing is that this annoyance is more about what it might provoke in the other person than in myself, since as far as I'm concerned, I don't mind doing it even if he's on one of those days. In fact, the times I did it during my period, I felt more excited (and that's a lot to say) and even my usual menstrual cramps were alleviated, so it wasn't an absolutely unpleasant experience, although a bit uncomfortable due to bleeding and having to clean myself every now and then... but... heat is heat. If your partner or whoever you're with at the moment doesn't mind, that's better for both of them. There's nothing worse than seeing someone's disgusted expression when they see you bleed like you'd been deflowered by a gorilla. This whole long preamble leads up to what happened to me last Friday. I was already on my period, fully prepared, with no idea at all of getting intimate, when before taking the bus, I heard someone say: -Mary... Mary...- only those who know me well call me that, or Marita, but when I saw him... momento I didn't recognize it, so I assumed maybe he had made a mistake (I assure you that for a fraction of a second I flashed with the thought that I had recognized a Poringa boy). -What's up, don't you remember your friends' boyfriends?- she says with a radiant smile. -Wilmar?- I say timidly observing the guy in front of me. He had longer hair and had gained some muscle mass, likely due to long gym sessions. -Haha, look who shows up after all this time- Wilmar was the boyfriend of one of my good friends, with whom I had an adventure (read: memorable screwing) only because I did it with the boyfriend of one of my friends. It wasn't something that happened and no one was to blame, maybe for him it was like that, but I did it with total and absolute premeditation. At that time, I had a blog of stories and someone had launched that challenge, which I fulfilled not only by screwing Wilmar, but also other boyfriends or husbands of my dear friends. But in the case of Wilmar, I really liked him; he was strong, with the others it was just to fulfill the challenge, but with him...with him it was for pure pleasure. Claudia, the friend in question, told me how much and well she got along with him, how big and hard he was, how well he sucked her pussy, the thousand and one ways he made her ass...and well, you're not made of iron, and I ended up screwing her. The dust we threw can be summarized in a single word: Antológico. Already with that they'll understand what I felt at that moment beyond being on the pill. I wanted another round, but I didn't know how he would react to my state, since even though we had screwed, we never really got close, one thing is doing it with your partner when you're on the pill, and another with almost a stranger, because that's what we were, almost strangers. Although he was the boyfriend of one of my best friends, if we saw each other twice is a lot. In the second we caught on, this would be the third, and after almost three years.
He invited me to take a coffee and while we chatted about different topics, including that I was no longer with Claudia, I couldn't help but feel more and more attracted to him, his aroma excited me, his smile, his virility. I went to the bathroom to change my towel, as I was also getting wet from the fever that guy was making me catch, when I got back to the table, everything was slipping out of nervousness. He must have realized what he was generating in me, because at a certain moment he says:
-I'd like to tell you what I told you last time we were together-
Of course I remembered it, how could I forget?
-Tell me- I encouraged him.
He came closer and whispered in my ear what I longed to hear:
-I'd like to take you to a hotel-
I looked at him intensely and without hesitation nodded:
-You know my answer-
-I'd like to hear it- he says smiling.
-Es an offer I can neither refuse nor want to reject- I say in a whisper, just like that time, my eyes fixed on his. He comes closer and we kiss, a tongue kiss, hot and juicy, overflowing with fever. One of my hands slides under the table and caresses that prominence forming under the waistband of his pants. What I feel makes me shiver. Although this one is not at its best, I don't think I'll miss this moment, it's now or never. I'm dying of shame but I tell him, yes, I know I assured myself I'd never say it, but I wasn't in the mood for useless excuses, I wanted, longed, desired that man to take me... again... and I wasn't willing to let him get away. Giving up was not an option.
-Look, there's only one problem- I say lowering my gaze.
-Your husband?- he asks on the brink of disappointment.
-No- I smiled -That's not a problem-
-Then?-
-I really would like to go back to being together, but... I'm in those days... do you know?-
-And that's a problem for you?- he asks.
-Eh... well, no, but I thought it might be a problem for you-
-Then it's a problem for me-

Neither does that seductive smile assure me. So much making myself think and he would resolve it like this easily. In the hotel room we renewed kisses and caresses, devouring each other's mouths with frenzy, sucking, licking, letting lust take over everything around us, even our bodies. Already naked, we rolled on the bed, not stopping kissing, with me on top of him, which allowed me to slide down his body slowly, kissing, licking every inch of his skin. It tastes delicious, a male, a man's flavor, the taste that delights all my senses. Thus I arrived at that bastion that awaited me erect and swollen, already dripping from the slit of the tip with the salty liquor of love, that sumptuous elixir with which I like to get drunk so much. I grabbed his cock tightly with both hands, so it wouldn't escape, and filled it with kisses, sucks, and licks, it has an exquisite taste... bah, all have an exquisite taste, but at that moment, with the heat on full, Wilmar's seemed even more delightful to me still. Pure export meat, oriental, charrúa... then I remembered a joke Claudia told me when she spoke of her new conquest for the first time. After praising his sexual performance, she said: -And besides all that, he is oriental- -What, did you get engaged to a Chinese?- I asked surprised. -No fool, he's Uruguayan- she said laughing. I passed my tongue along the sides, going up and down, going back up, going back down, savoring each piece, each chunk, moistening my tongue with the juice that continued to flow from the tip and spreading throughout his volume. I pulled out a hair that got tangled in my tongue and kept sucking it, avidly and greedily. -What a piece of cock you have... I love it!- I said without stopping kissing and licking him, feeling my lips already numb from rubbing them all over his contour. Unfortunately, due to the fucking rule, he couldn't return the favors, but still... Thus I wouldn't be deprived of enjoying that kind of device as it should be. Before anything, I ran to the bathroom, cleaned up as well as I could, washed myself and came back naked. He was still lying on his back, with an erection at its peak, so I put the condom on myself, climbed on top of him, and without any delay, got impaled by that glorious bastion. ¡¡¡Ahhhhhh…!!! What pleasure it is to be impaled in such a way! Arching my back and throwing my head back, I let out a profuse and guttural sigh. Wilmar received me by grasping my breasts with each hand, squeezing them at will, while I began to ride him in a way that showed how much he was turning me on. As the cock of the charrúa entered and left, filling its entire magnitude, I felt myself getting wetter than usual, much wetter, obviously due to the blood from my period still flowing uncontrollably, which made the lubrication even more intense. Wilmar didn't have any problem at all with taking me in that state, especially when he put me on my back and positioned himself between my legs, attacking with all his might, causing the blood to spread across the inside of my thighs...it seemed like I was being ripped apart, as if my entrails were being pulled out through my pussy. The sheet now looked like a crime scene, a dark red stain serving as proof of the crime. I pitied the poor maid who would have to clean up the room afterwards, it would be a very unpleasant task. When he had me in four, he literally blew me away, not just by my pussy but also by my ass, taking me on top of his cock for a more apotropaic fuck than we'd had three years ago. ¡How time flies! Years go by, men come and go, lovers and readers of Poringa, but the pussy remains, that doesn't change. After the dust settled, I went back to eating her mouth, trapping and sucking her tongue with my lips, rubbing against him without caring about the blood or all the chaos we had made. After the kiss, I got up and half-stumbling, I walked towards the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and let everything out that was inside me. Then I went to the bidet to rinse off and wash myself properly.

-Do you know what this reminds me of?-, she asked from the bed.

-What?, I inquired innocently.

-The Texas massacre!-, she exclaimed, topping her expression with a wicked laugh.

-Indeed, you massacred me, and it's not just about the blood-, I confessed.

-You're terrible, Mary, how didn't you get tired of breaking everything?-

-Haha, if that's a compliment, thank you-, I laughed -Did you know I was a mom?-, I asked later, wiping myself off with more care.

-Don't mess with me-, she surprised.

-I'm not messing with you, I have a baby-

-That's why you're a little wider in the hips...-, she commented.

-What?, I exclaimed -Wider in the hips me?-

-Just a little-, she hurried to say –But that's better, there's more to hold onto-, she added, entering the bathroom with her cock oscillating long between her legs.

-And you seem like you're holding it bigger-, I replied -What did you exercise it with?-

-Pure Argentine meat!-, she exclaimed and ostentatiously shaking it off: -Porteñas like them-

Having me there, sitting on the bidet, at her mercy, didn't seem strange that she stopped in front of me and left everything to my absolute and complete resolution. Obviously, I wasn't going to stay with my arms crossed having something so tempting in front of me. So I got closer and grabbed it with both hands, one hand wrapping around her balls, the other holding and rubbing her curved trunk, and started sucking it like we hadn't spent the whole previous hour screwing everything that moved. At times, I would pull it out of my mouth and jerk it off hard, trying to speed up the orgasm, since while sucking is something I enjoy a lot, the truth is that my lips were numb from sucking, kissing and licking. -Are you going to give me the cum?- I ask, pulling her out of my mouth briefly, feeling her already trembling between my fingers. Wilmar was frantic, she had it so hard, with veins so swollen that it seemed like it could explode at any moment. -I want the cum!- she insisted, with a baby-like voice. And insisting on it, I got... the cum started jumping as if what happened before had only been an appetizer, first a long one and then others shorter ones, and I was there, with my mouth open and tongue out, receiving everything, even some of it fell in my eyes, so I had to close them, feeling still dark like it kept ending on my face. -Uffff Mary... what a good pet you made me... look how you left me with this face... haha- she laughed while helping me clean the semen that had accumulated in the corners of my eyes. Meanwhile, I was swallowing and licking what had fallen into my mouth, which was already quite enough. I got up from the bidet and looked at myself in the mirror, I was all smeared with semen. -Where do you get so much cum, kid?- I asked laughing. -I told you, Argentine women keep me well supplied- she jokes. A quick shower, we got dressed, I put my skirt on again, nicely wrapped up, kisses and mimos before the goodbye, cell phone exchange for a new encounter, not too soon, but if it happens, and Wilmar is too good to let him pass, and besides, he fucks like gods, and he's just as or more morbid than me, I don't say take her once a week, but at least when she's with her period...