Vicios Profundos - segunda parte

SECOND PART – Explorations After that interesting weekend, things continued normally, without our old folks finding out about our escapes and adventures. Maca had a bit of shame over how she got home but when we finally talked about it, I told her it was okay to have fun but she had to be careful. Worried, she asked who had changed her and although she calmed down when I answered that it was me (not a man or friends), she also looked at me with shyness because it was obvious she had seen me in panties. Although I started looking at Facu differently, he was still my brother, so our relationship continued normally. Although I couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind, there were no new opportunities to spy on him with everyone home, so I had to be content with what I already saw. The return to school on Monday was weird. Everyone was talking about what happened at the party, but I tried not to make a big deal out of it. After all, there were only two weeks left before classes ended. In those weeks, Fede looked for me several times to try to fix what happened, but although the poor guy still attracted me and I got hotter every time I thought about the hand jobs we gave each other, I didn't give him any more space. My curiosity and desire to keep exploring the behavior of boys regarding their cocks was still latent than ever, but with Fede's departure and the impossibility of spying on Facu again, I needed new rabbits. No sooner had classes ended than Dad called us all very seriously to talk in the living room. Without beating around the bush, he told us that they had offered him a very good job at a club in Mar del Plata (several hours from Buenos Aires) and that he had decided to accept it. Until then, he worked at the town hall (not being the mayor) of a club in San Isidro (C.A.S.I.) and although we didn't lack anything, sometimes we were a a little just. This new job was like a manager and represented an important economic leap.

Obviously this meant a huge change for everyone. We had to leave everything we knew and go to a new place. I won't bore you with the details of how we processed this novelty, only that while Facu seemed neutral about the topic, Maca got very affected and clearly wanted to stay in San Isidro, where all her friends were. As for me, after a small initial reaction like Maca's, I saw this move as an opportunity to reinvent myself, start a new story, and seek new ways to continue my explorations.

A few months later, we were already settled in our new house in Mar del Plata. The house was inside the club's facilities and larger than the previous one. Maca and I each had our own room, which while it saddened me because we got along so well, also pleased me because it gave me more privacy, especially for my increasingly frequent nocturnal masturbations.

The house shared a building with some locker rooms, next to a small soccer field in a rather remote corner of the club. One side led into our house and the other into the locker rooms. A few weeks later, we realized that no one used the pitch because of its location. The club had many other pitches, closer to the main buildings and better maintained. This left us more at ease because our first impression when we saw the house was that we would always be surrounded by soccer teams.

Maca and Facu started classes at a high school near the club, and I went to a university in Mar del Plata. I was going to study Accounting, the first in my family to pursue a career; my parents were super proud. On my first day of college, I was discreet but a little provocative: new jeans that accentuated my Booty very well and a white shirt that showed off the beginning From my boobs, obviously I left the house wearing a sweater that covered me just as much below as above. A quick and cursory visual inspection of the faculty material resulted in several very handsome boys and some girls with whom it seemed I could make good friends. During the various classes and recesses, I noticed how the boys were devouring me with their gaze, even some came to talk to me, unable to avoid looking at my breasts every now and then. The game excited me.

During the first month, three boys invited me out, but I went out with only one, Guido. I still had to understand the local rules before opening the game; there were already several pre-formed groups and many saw me as a strange, new arrival: the porteña. Guido (taller than me, light brown hair, clear eyes, rugby-type body, and well-defined bum) was shy and seemed nervous on the two occasions we went out to get something to eat, not knowing how to proceed. He seemed like the perfect personality for exploring my vices. Since we coincided in a couple of subjects, we became better friends and sometimes sat together. One time we got together to present a team project, which required us to stay late some evenings in the library or meeting rooms of the Faculty, searching for material and preparing the work. During these encounters I started my techniques of torture and exploration. I would crouch down from the other side of the table, pointing something out in the book he was studying, 100% aware that Guido had a clear view of my boobs through my neckline, which were bursting out of his shirt. I also crouched down to look for things that suddenly fell, so Guido could enjoy my tiny ass, well-marked by my pants or peeking out slightly under my skirt. In all these occasions, Guido discreetly adjusted his pants under the table; which I obviously noticed because I was paying attention to the matter. I loved thinking that for

My nipples were hard and I had to change position because it didn't give anymore. The game (my game) was cruel but fun.

One morning we went early to work on the project, we were sitting next to each other, reading from the same book, underlining some paragraphs and discussing their content, shamelessly I leaned my left breast against his arm. He was just reading out loud, stopped for a second and then continued reading nervously but pretending nothing was happening. For several minutes I rubbed my tit (which already had a well-defined nipple) against him, talking to him about the topic we were researching or listening to him. At one point while he was reading, I looked at his pants and noticed an enormous bulge. I smiled perversely. After a while, Guido didn't give anymore and told me he was going to the bathroom. He got up with shame because it was obvious that he had it super hard and had to cross the room in front of my attentive gaze and then in front of anyone else who crossed his path on the way to the bathroom. While I was alone, I thought about how slutty I was and how much I loved this new facet of my life. I opened my legs a bit under the table and brought my finger to my pussy. It was very wet. I pushed my skirt up a little and ran my finger over my pussy from bottom to top, stopping for a moment on the clitoris. Mmmmm. Although obviously I wasn't going to masturbate there, at least I wanted to feel my heat. I re-adjusted my clothes and closed my legs. I saw my wet finger and out of curiosity I smelled it. It had the smell of a slut in heat. I loved it. Instinctively I brought it to my mouth and sucked it. I had never done that before, it was an interesting taste. Rare but tasty. 15 minutes later Guido appeared with a relaxed face. He no longer had the bulge or tension he had left with. It was obvious that he had masturbated in the bathroom. Almost made me laugh, I loved making someone so crazy while we're studying that they have to go to the bathroom to jerk off. he was asking how he would do it (standing in one of the little rooms?) and where he would come (perhaps in a handkerchief or on the toilet?). When I got home that afternoon, there was no one; the kids were at school, Dad was working and Mom had joined some prayer groups, which with shopping and paperwork, took up most of her day. Something good about college vs. high school was that, although there was a lot to study, I had little time for classes; instead of going to class every day from 8 to 5 pm like in high school, I had few scattered classes in the morning or afternoon depending on the day. This gave me quite some time for myself. Since there was no one, I changed into a long-sleeved muscle shirt that I sometimes wore to sleep and stayed in my underwear. I ate something and started wandering around the house because I still didn't want to study. I entered Maca's room, which reflected her discontent with the move to Mar del Plata. There were no decorations and several of her things were still in boxes. Then I went into Facu's room, which was like he had always lived there and very messy, just like San Isidro's. When I saw his bed, I remembered the show he gave me without knowing it, especially his cock finishing on top like a fountain. This memory added to the game with Guido, got me hot. Then I thought about the magazine Facu was reading that time. Unless he had thrown it away so no one would find it during the move, it should be in his room. Trying not to change anything around for Facu not to notice my intrusion, I started rummaging through his things. I checked the drawers of his desk, the closet and his nightstand, without success. Then I thought about looking under his mattress, the same hiding spot I used for my indiscreet things. When I lifted the part of the mattress that was under his pillow, I saw three magazines and a CD stacked up. Further down there were two balls of clothes. I took everything out to investigate. All the covers of the magazines had naked girls, two in tops and underwear and the other completely naked completely, but with a star imprinted that covered the use of the word: pussy, which I found funny. I left the CD for another time and unwrapped the underwear bundles. I couldn't believe it: a white bra and a blue-striped celestial slip. The slip was mine!!! I thought it had gotten lost during the move. What was Facu doing with my slip? I thought that since 2+2 equals 4, if my slip is with things he uses to jerk off, then this can only mean that my slip is one of his inspiration elements. For a second I got angry but then I liked my discovery. This means that Facu sees me as a woman and that in his own way he's attracted to me. If this was the case with my own brother, I wanted to say that it should also attract other men. I tried to imagine how he used my slip during his jerks; did he put it on the bed and look at it? Did he touch it? Inspect it closer and it seemed stained and had a strong smell. Did it end in my slip?? This was too dirty, even for him, but the evidence was conclusive. The bra could only be Maca's because it was too big for me. How bold and masturbating turned out to be my little brother!

I got into bed next to his clothes and opened one of the cutie magazines. All the pages had photos of slightly veteran women who were undressing in front of the camera. I found it a bit clumsy due to the obviousness of some situations: secretaries, nurses, policewomen, and students who in the first photos still had all their clothes on and slowly took them off, until they ended up naked. Then I opened the star one, which in the middle had a page that unfolded into three, with a use of the word: pussy in close-up and tremendous zoom. I loved seeing it because the truth was that until then I hadn't seen any up close, except for mine, at an angle that didn't allow me to appreciate details. It was all depilated. I saw her open lips and pinkish ones without I thought about it, brought my right hand to mine, taking off my briefs. I noticed its humidity and ran my fingers over it slowly. Then I focused on the center of that pussy that was opening up for me and how it extended all the way to a well-lubed and excited clitoris. My fingers were running over my own pussy in the same way, warming me up more and more each time. The magazine was rubbing against my erect breasts, which appreciated the contact with my nipples. Without stopping myself, I turned the page. I found the same pussy, with less zoom and a tremendous hard cock penetrating it. I jumped. It was the first penetration I had seen in detail because the magazines I had seen with friends at school only showed them quickly while we circulated in the group, and always with the fear of being caught. I was fascinated by how that cock opened its lips and entered. In the following photos, you could see the couple, each time with less zoom, still going about their business. It was a shame that everything was centered on seeing the woman and the man didn't appear alone or full-body, so I could appreciate him better; nor did his cock appear in its entirety, but always inside the cutie.

As I saw the photos, I intensified the movements of my hand on my pussy, with my legs completely open. My breasts were begging for caresses but I didn't have any more hands, so they had to content themselves with the friction of the magazine. When I turned the last page, I saw the woman kneeling next to the man's legs (the photo only went up to his waist), with her face and breasts full of semen, the tip of the cock on her tongue and one hand holding it at the base. The photo was stained from what could only be dry semen from Facu's masturbator. I couldn't take it anymore and, dropping the magazine, brought both hands to my pussy and ended in an intense and divine orgasm. I stayed there for a few minutes lying on the bed, panting and trying to recover my breath. I was sweaty, almost. Naked and with my pussy and hands soaked in my juices on my brother's bed, where he was also masturbating. I had never felt so slutty. Slowly I got up and put everything back in its place. I looked at my pussy and legs, which had juices dripping down my skin. I grabbed the stolen underwear by Facu and cleaned myself with it. It left completely wet and a strong smell of pussy. I thought it was a good gift for my brother's masturbation sessions, as a return for the inspiration he had given me. I put on my clean underwear and left everything as it was before leaving for my room to change.

I studied for a couple of hours, during which the rest of the family arrived, passing by my room to greet them. The image of a responsible student reading her books didn't make anyone think about the compulsive vixen I was becoming.

Clearly, it was already time to move on to the next steps of my explorations... FIN OF LA SEGUNDA PARTE