Intestine...

We had agreed to meet at La Perla de Once on Tuesday at five in the afternoon. According to what little he could tell me over the phone, he works on the Sarmiento railway, so the place is more than comfortable for him. And it's true, I would have gone all the way to the top of any hill just to see him. Since some time ago, I had been feeling an irresistible heat for Tripa, maybe because he was Pablo's friend, one of those who had been with him that night on his birthday, and I missed being with them so badly. I had already been with Chuky, the Negro, and Bigote. Tripa would complete that poker hand of aces that had accompanied Pablo to such a singular celebration. I arrived quite early, more anxious than agreed upon. I ordered a cortado, not because I wanted to drink anything, but just to pass the time, and I sat down near one of the windows so I could see him arrive. For a moment, I thought maybe he wouldn't recognize me, or vice versa. It had been several months since the Gangbang, and certainly no one had paid much attention to each other's faces back then. I was about to send him a message to tell him what I was wearing when I saw him come in, unmistakable in his railway uniform. Brown pants and shirt, blue vest, the vest and pants with fluorescent green stripes, probably so they wouldn't get run over while working on the tracks. When he looks where I am, I stand up and make signs for him to come over. His eyes light up when he sees me. Mariela! I didn't remember you were so... beautiful! he says, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. What bad memory, I- I reprimand him amiably. I mean yes, I remembered that you were beautiful, but... you're a waste of beauty! he flatters me as we sit down. Well, thank you for the compliment. Do you know what's going on? When you arrived that night, I was already drunk. What? Don't you remember anything? No, yes, I do remember, not like I'm a genius or to not remember the best night I spent in years, only that..., I don't remember everything- -Then I called you just then- observe -I can refresh your memory- -Look how much there is to refresh- warns me. I look out the window at the hotel across from it and, with an enticing smile, I say: -I'd like to try again- No need to say more, we leave La Perla, cross Jujuy and, hand in hand, enter the transitional hostel that is on the same avenue. We barely close the door of the room before kissing with eagerness and desperation, with that urgency that has been beating inside us since I called you a day earlier. I caress her cock through the brown work pants and whisper to her ear with a melodic voice: -I want it all..., will you give it to me?- -You ask for it, you have it- confirms me, peeling and pouring it out before me, plump and imposing. What a good piece of cock, please! The best one among all the ones that caught me on that night, even surpassing Pablo's by several centimeters. I can't resist and fall to my knees before its magnificence, subdued by that lubricious splendor that from that very moment takes possession of all my senses. Taste, sight, touch, smell, and even my ears are put to the enjoyment of such a wonder, and if I had a sixth or seventh sense, they would surely join in too. And it's been a while since I've been eager to eat that cock. I hold her with one hand like she is, heavy and robust, and start licking her from bottom to top, savoring every inch of her, until when reaching the tip, I open my mouth and start eating her slowly, without rushing, feeling how each piece fills my palate and how her flesh melts into my lips. I suck her with force, frenzy, with the greatest pleasure, choking, suffocating when trying to reach the base of her portentous volume. I close my eyes and concentrate on this pleasing task. I like feeling it Inflaming in my mouth, moistening, and I still like it more when a hand supports my neck and pushes me towards her pelvis, as if obliging me to eat the last piece of cock, although in reality, I don't need to be obliged because I take care of eating it all by myself. Of course, despite my devouring appetite, I have to pull it out of my mouth at times to cough a bit and spit out remnants of saliva and pre-seminal liquid that accumulate in my throat, but then I go back to devouring it with the greatest possible avidity, leaving my lips torn apart by such a cock-sucking. Thanks to my blow job, Tripa's cock is at its peak splendor, with well-marked veins, squirting out that liquid I love getting stuffed with. It excites me terribly the way she looks at me when I get up and start undressing, like a predator stalking its prey. -You're so good, Mariela, I'm going to screw you until your eyes fall out- she says in a vulgar but terribly exciting way. Already naked, she grabs a condom from the nightstand, puts it on, and lies down on her back on the bed. Also naked, I spit abundant saliva into my hand, lubricate myself with it, and get on top of hers, horseback riding, letting myself be penetrated to the deepest part. -Ahhhhhhhh...!- my moan flows naturally due to the relief I feel at having him inside. She receives me by kissing my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples, provoking strong electric shocks that shake me to the core. Without stopping to enjoy my tits, she grabs me hard around the hips and starts pushing upwards with that power that qualifies her as an exceptional screwer. -Ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh...!- I shudder at the rhythm of those thrusts, enjoying each blow, each violent intrusion of his virility. It almost brings me to tears feeling that furious pulsation inside me, that force, that energy, that something monstrous. Impressive, nothing compares to it. I don't stay still, of course, I move with him, adapting to his enthusiastic movements, rising and falling, sinking in deep with that piercing cock that tries to take possession even of the most hidden recesses of my body. There are no more secrets for him, he knows when to accelerate and when to slow down to keep me on edge, expecting his attacks. I'm the one who asks for more, who demands more energy, more brutality. - Grab me...! Give it to me hard...!- I scream, demanding it, opening up fully for him, giving myself completely, in body and soul, without holding back anything. In the middle of the fuck, he turns over, putting me underneath and getting on top between my legs, pounding me hard and evenly, pushing it all the way to my hair, just as I've been demanding. Almost without pause, he gets down on his knees and, without pulling out, pushes my thighs against my stomach and enters me fully, with a movement that's too intense and regular. I close my eyes and enjoy the penetration, feeling it resonating deep inside, collapsing in me, providing me with that satisfaction that's so necessary for me. While he's screwing me, he caresses my tits, ah, caressing is one way to put it, he squeezes and pinches them, but even though it hurts, the heat makes everything more bearable. - Get ready, slut, I'm going to cum- he says in that coarse way that only gets me even more excited. He accelerates his thrusts, the palpitations I feel deep inside leave no doubt, he's about to cum, at any moment it will erupt, I've lost count of the orgasms I've had, one after another, unique and indivisible, like links in a chain. In one of those last plunges, he lets out a fierce roar, pulls out with a jerk, takes off the condom, and sticks it in my mouth. I don't resist. I close my lips around the numb flesh just as the hot, thick, effusive semen is pouring into my paladar. Despite the torrential download, I swallow everything, even the last drop, relishing it with gusto as I feel that torrent of life dilute through my throat. Happiness cannot be more complete. Without letting go, I grab his cock with one hand and squeeze it, milking it until the end, sucking and re-sucking, avidly sipping what spills out all along. When he pulls out, I kiss his balls and look at him, his gaze exuding pure satisfaction, a gaze like mine must be in that moment. -Who put Tripa on you?- I ask curiously later. We're lying next to each other, recovering from such beautiful madness, he smoking a cigarette and me tenderly caressing his chest. -Some friends, when I was young, I'm from La Plata, die-hard fan of Gimnasia...- he explains. -What? Do they call you Tripa because you're a trier?- I interrupt, surprised. -Yes, at first it was trier here and there, until over time it just became Tripa..., why? What did you think?- -That they called you Tripa for this!- I say, grabbing his cock and shaking it. The guy bursts out laughing. -Hahahaha... Did you think they called me Tripa because I have a fat gut like a tripe?!... Hahahaha- -It's a good nickname and it suits you- I insist, defending my theory. -Shall we go for round two?- I ask then, shaking his cock harder and harder. His cock responds as expected, swelling to the size of happiness. He puts out the cigarette on the nightstand, exhaling the last puff of smoke to one side, sucks a couple of fingers, the index and middle finger of his right hand, and introduces them into my pussy. As he slides them fluidly through my entire interior, with his thumb he presses and rubs my clitoris, making me have a delicious self-masturbation at the same time as I'm doing him. Almost to the end and between peaceful sighs, I get down on all fours, my Booty lifted, my legs well planted on my knees, my buttocks trembling with emotion at the imminence of the attack. Trip me acaricia and squeezes, slaps me, lets out a long spit just in the middle, leaving that saliva to run all over the seam, accumulating it in the hole of my ass. Then he puts in two fingers and lubricates the inside, preparing me for what I would immediately receive. I support my face on the pillow, close my eyes and let myself be enveloped by that wave of excitement. Apart from the fuck itself, the best is that moment, the instant before, when you prepare yourself for the inevitable, for that extreme sacrifice that every woman must know how to offer. Because giving her ass to a man, more than a simple display of lust, is all a declaration of love. If you're in bed with a guy, it's because you love him, maybe not before or after, but at that moment, in the heat of battle, what you feel is very close to love. They can call it whatever they want, heat, morbo, lust, but I assure you that it's only about love. That's why I give myself completely when he starts penetrating me, tearing me apart well in half with that deadly weapon he carries between his legs. Well gripped by my hips, he advances and stops, advances a little more and stops again, always firmly, while I dissolve into screams each time more torn apart. And I'm not exaggerating, eh. It hurts seriously. But of course, it's about that pain that results excessively pleasant. When he finally gets it all in, he stays quiet, as if to let me get used to his size, but I want war, so I move from back to front, being the one who gets stuck in him. He lets me do it for a while, surely enjoying the view that my tiny ass offers him devouring his cock until his balls, but then he grabs me with force and now he's the one who gets stuck into me. He shakes me all over with energetic and deep thrusts that fill me not only with meat but also with a full and absolute satisfaction. -Ahhhhhhh..., siiiiiiiii..., asiiiiiiiii..., give it to me hard..., give it to me strong..., yes, yes, yes..., tear me apart...!- I incite between exalted gasps, completely at his mercy. The powder that I throw in the middle of the fuck, or rather the ejaculations, because they were several, turns out to be too intense and exultant, an interminable succession of sensations that ravage all my senses, leaving me literally annihilated. Barely am I recovering when I feel like he's also about to reach his climax. -Finish on my breasts!- I ask then, before it becomes impossible for him to contain the discharge. He doesn't say anything but is in agreement, as he soon pulls out and stands up, giving me just enough time to get up too. I settle down on my knees on the floor and lifting my breasts with my hands, offer them to him. He takes off his condom, shakes it off, and between savage cries, finishes on top of me, soaking me all over with that pleasant stickiness that turns out to be so warm and pleasant. With my fingers I scatter the semen across the skin of my breasts, greasing my nipples and even taking it as far as my lips to savor it again with great relish. When there's nothing left for him to release, he grabs me and gives me a strong suck, sucking until the last drop, looking at me smiling from below, happily submissive to his virility. -Mariela... you're really incredible!- he exclaims triumphantly, hands on his hips, fascinated by me. I get up and taking him by the hand, I lead him to the bathroom, where we shower together. Then we dress and leave the hotel, almost at eight o'clock at night. He heads back to the station and I take the bus from the corner, feeling that life can't be more wonderful. Who dares to dispute it?