Note: All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of majority. As for others, information is reserved.
* From this chapter on, these may contain offensive language and milf situations (in addition to sexual ones)
Previous Chapter:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2783331/La-semilla-inutil---Capitulo-4-El-final-de-un-buen-chiste.htmlThere had been 3 months since I left El Cuerpo (or it was the other way around?), three months that I used to practice more and approach the girl I met at the laboratory (not the ugly one but the beautiful one), whom I only knew was younger than me and had a name that sounded like an Indian movie: Lakshmi.
In the laboratory, there were eight of us in total, practicing for a recital, whose most difficult piece was an arrangement for El Cóndor Pasa. Lakshmi and I were responsible for the bass lines, so I took advantage of that to practice alone with her.
One day I risked starting a conversation with the sweet girl, with whom I felt much empathy about things I didn't live..., I explain: she not only had an Indian name but also her family practiced that religion (I know there are many, and I don't remember exactly which one it was). She had very nice ideas about life and death, things that had never caught my attention before but became part of my philosophy of life from that day on. I made her laugh.
It wasn't hard to turn her into my first girlfriend (I'll spare the details: they're not relevant), what was most interesting was our second date.
We went to practice the bass lines at her house (she had an enormous one in Surco). Her room had everything pink and its different shades, posters of movies from the country where her faith and name came from..., so much that my black music stand really stood out (and my clothes too, as I would have occasion to find out.
Lost interest in a somewhat difficult passage to memorize, we started kissing. In an instant, I felt her tongue playing with mine. Maybe it wouldn't have gone further (I remembered the house wasn't empty) if Lakshmi hadn't started touching me through my pants with her playful hands.
This one wants dick, I thought. I slid my left hand (my right hand still doesn't use those services: it has long nails) between her skin and her underwear, to caress her soft mountain of Venus. I palpated her public hair, more like a fuzz than a bunch of hairs; my fingers gathered her honey. She pulled out my hardened member to masturbate me, looking at my cock between her hands and biting her lower lip. She undressed me in a hurry, there was no turning back and, despite knowing that her parents or brothers could enter at any moment, not even Mahatma himself could make me stop. Her softness excited me; she also undressed me and we kissed passionately on a bed of sheet music. She was on top of me, straddling me, rode me a couple of times and, holding it with her fingers, put my member in her vagina. She was wet, very wet. I felt her delicious cavity sliding around my sex. My hands were squeezing her small breasts and my fingers were playing with her pink nipples. Lakshmi moaned softly, sighed, but didn't scream. Neither did we want to change position. I felt her abundant lubrication dripping through my luxurious trunk. I put my left hand on her hip and brought my thumb towards her open vulva. I started caressing her lips, my finger hit her clitoris. I massaged it with my thumb... And it was like touching her soul. Lakshmi began to gasp very strongly, moaning like a woman in heat. She stopped looking at me, her eyes were focused on the ceiling. She touched her own breasts, caressed her own body, her pelvic movement became faster, I didn't know what was happening to her, but I didn't stop massaging her clitoris. Lakshmi opened her eyes, looked at me and everything that happened slowed down. She opened her mouth as if to say something and closed her eyes again, with an expression like she was drowning, like she had been hit, like she was being sawed in half. - Ahhhh... Her moan was like a wild one. Gutural, primitive, uncivil; but that wasn't the best. A jet of ... came out from between her vaginal lips. liquid that I didn't recognize and that bathed me from the pubis to the middle of my chest. I got scared, maybe it had urinated? But it didn't smell like that, it was something different.
The first jet was followed by another shorter one, and then a third. It was with that one that I felt the tingling sensation that was the precursor to my coming. My semen filled her intimacy as a response to what she had done.
After finishing, our sheets were completely soaked from my sperm and her... what?
- You came inside me -she whispered, you might have gotten me pregnant?
I pulled out my medical certificate from my wallet declaring my total inability to procreate. She read it and smiled:
- So you're saving on condoms?
I nodded. While we were resting, naked and happy, I asked her about the spring that burst from her pussy.
She told me that it only happened once before, a while ago. She had a boyfriend who didn't please her: he never came without a condom, only lasted a few minutes and didn't give her orgasms. Due to the lack of emotion in her sexual life, she used to masturbate.
Until one day, this type of female ejaculation occurred. She confessed that until that day, she had no idea how she had managed it. The rest of the events unfolded: she left the boyfriend and dedicated herself to masturbation for a while, but never came like that again... until the day we did it, of course.
After listening to her story, my member started to come back to life. She observed as it was rising, with delight. I asked her if she wanted to do it again. Without answering, she threw herself on me and we kissed.
- Come inside, my love -and, holding my cock in her hand, she guided me towards her entrails.
...The Saga of Merrian will continue next Sunday...
In the laboratory, there were eight of us in total, practicing for a recital, whose most difficult piece was an arrangement for El Cóndor Pasa. Lakshmi and I were responsible for the bass lines, so I took advantage of that to practice alone with her.
One day I risked starting a conversation with the sweet girl, with whom I felt much empathy about things I didn't live..., I explain: she not only had an Indian name but also her family practiced that religion (I know there are many, and I don't remember exactly which one it was). She had very nice ideas about life and death, things that had never caught my attention before but became part of my philosophy of life from that day on. I made her laugh.
It wasn't hard to turn her into my first girlfriend (I'll spare the details: they're not relevant), what was most interesting was our second date.
We went to practice the bass lines at her house (she had an enormous one in Surco). Her room had everything pink and its different shades, posters of movies from the country where her faith and name came from..., so much that my black music stand really stood out (and my clothes too, as I would have occasion to find out.
Lost interest in a somewhat difficult passage to memorize, we started kissing. In an instant, I felt her tongue playing with mine. Maybe it wouldn't have gone further (I remembered the house wasn't empty) if Lakshmi hadn't started touching me through my pants with her playful hands.
This one wants dick, I thought. I slid my left hand (my right hand still doesn't use those services: it has long nails) between her skin and her underwear, to caress her soft mountain of Venus. I palpated her public hair, more like a fuzz than a bunch of hairs; my fingers gathered her honey. She pulled out my hardened member to masturbate me, looking at my cock between her hands and biting her lower lip. She undressed me in a hurry, there was no turning back and, despite knowing that her parents or brothers could enter at any moment, not even Mahatma himself could make me stop. Her softness excited me; she also undressed me and we kissed passionately on a bed of sheet music. She was on top of me, straddling me, rode me a couple of times and, holding it with her fingers, put my member in her vagina. She was wet, very wet. I felt her delicious cavity sliding around my sex. My hands were squeezing her small breasts and my fingers were playing with her pink nipples. Lakshmi moaned softly, sighed, but didn't scream. Neither did we want to change position. I felt her abundant lubrication dripping through my luxurious trunk. I put my left hand on her hip and brought my thumb towards her open vulva. I started caressing her lips, my finger hit her clitoris. I massaged it with my thumb... And it was like touching her soul. Lakshmi began to gasp very strongly, moaning like a woman in heat. She stopped looking at me, her eyes were focused on the ceiling. She touched her own breasts, caressed her own body, her pelvic movement became faster, I didn't know what was happening to her, but I didn't stop massaging her clitoris. Lakshmi opened her eyes, looked at me and everything that happened slowed down. She opened her mouth as if to say something and closed her eyes again, with an expression like she was drowning, like she had been hit, like she was being sawed in half. - Ahhhh... Her moan was like a wild one. Gutural, primitive, uncivil; but that wasn't the best. A jet of ... came out from between her vaginal lips. liquid that I didn't recognize and that bathed me from the pubis to the middle of my chest. I got scared, maybe it had urinated? But it didn't smell like that, it was something different.
The first jet was followed by another shorter one, and then a third. It was with that one that I felt the tingling sensation that was the precursor to my coming. My semen filled her intimacy as a response to what she had done.
After finishing, our sheets were completely soaked from my sperm and her... what?
- You came inside me -she whispered, you might have gotten me pregnant?
I pulled out my medical certificate from my wallet declaring my total inability to procreate. She read it and smiled:
- So you're saving on condoms?
I nodded. While we were resting, naked and happy, I asked her about the spring that burst from her pussy.
She told me that it only happened once before, a while ago. She had a boyfriend who didn't please her: he never came without a condom, only lasted a few minutes and didn't give her orgasms. Due to the lack of emotion in her sexual life, she used to masturbate.
Until one day, this type of female ejaculation occurred. She confessed that until that day, she had no idea how she had managed it. The rest of the events unfolded: she left the boyfriend and dedicated herself to masturbation for a while, but never came like that again... until the day we did it, of course.
After listening to her story, my member started to come back to life. She observed as it was rising, with delight. I asked her if she wanted to do it again. Without answering, she threw herself on me and we kissed.
- Come inside, my love -and, holding my cock in her hand, she guided me towards her entrails.
...The Saga of Merrian will continue next Sunday...
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