Many of you know me through my series of storiesI caught with my girlfriend, her mother and her sistersI've finished it a few days ago. Now I want to share with you this story that's being sent to me from Colombia:
CAMILLO'S SISTERS
Chapter 1: Hangover Powder
I'm David, 31 years old, and I live in Bogotá. However, I don't want to give details or talk more about me, because the only thing left for me to tell is that I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. It's not too much, since over the last ten years I've been screwing three sisters, all of different ages, personalities; with different tastes, habits, and ways of living sex, but all three with the same brother: my partner, my best friend.
Before all this happened, I had a couple of girlfriends, and both did me a lot of harm; they lied to me and broke me into pieces. So much so that I suffered a kind of trauma with women after those relationships, then I became a full-time prostitute, I didn't want to fall in love or feel anything for anyone. I loved going to prostitutes because it was sex without commitment, without disgusts, without fights, without obligations, without sacrifices; there was only had to pay and enjoy. But that turned into a problem, as I slowly lost the ability to approach women, talk to them, and conquer them. However, my friend Camilo's sisters were going to get me out of the prostitute habit. Habit that also left me with great experiences and that I hope to be able to tell about it another time.
Everything suddenly emerged, since I, despite fantasizing about Camilo's sisters, didn't dare to establish anything more with them beyond a friendship; for me and Camilo, the sisters, girlfriends, and ex-girlfriends were sacred; one could say we had an implicit oath not to mess with them, out of simple respect and loyalty.
Camilo has three sisters: Katherine, Alexandra and Diana. At the time this started, Alexandra and Diana lived with him in a nice apartment in Bogotá. They came from a nearby city, motivated by the fact that they could pursue their studies at universities here; obviously because there wasn't sufficient academic offer or they didn't like the universities there, as surely happens in all major urban centers.
Camilo and I met in university, both of us starting studies to be audiovisual producers, and quickly became friends. I loved going to his apartment, as the atmosphere was ideal for studying when we had to do it, but also because it was an ideal place for young university students: we would party, drink, get high, hook up, or at least Camilo did, since I, as I already explained, wasn't eating anyone back then, and in general it was a place to spend time without worrying, there wasn't a figure of authority that prohibited such licentiousness.
Maybe Diana, who is her older sister, was the authority figure in that place, but even sometimes she joined the chaos of two out-of-control university students like us. Diana, as I mentioned earlier, is Camilo's older sister, and to my taste, she was the most beautiful one: around 1.65 or 1.70m tall, her skin was white, her legs were turned, well-formed, not too thick or too thin; her ass was plump and round, without exceeding size; her breasts were of good size and had a pink nipple, I knew it very early since at home she used to walk around without a bra and with clothes that allowed transparency; her black eyes, large and very expressive; her fleshy and rosy lips. She was a monument of a woman.
But with whom I shared the apartment more, besides Camilo, was with Alexandra, since she was the one who spent most nights studying, and, as I said before, many times I went there to study or do work that I couldn't have done at home due to simple lack of concentration.
Alexandra, at that time was a law student and was very diligent with her study. She had approximately the same age as mine and Camilo's. Maybe she was the least attractive of the three sisters, at least to me. Her height was the usual among most women in this country, 1.60 or 1.65 I calculate; her brown skin, her hair was black, long, and wavy, her eyes were a intense black, very beautiful really, but maybe it was her greatest attribute on her face, since her nose was slightly crooked, not being something exaggerated, and her lips were very fine, thin, not as provocative as Diana's could be. Her breasts were small, and perhaps they looked smaller than they were due to her way of dressing, because Alexandra is one of those girls who rarely wear a low-cut top. However, the great virtue of Alexandra was her ass, which I allow myself to call from now on as an ass in all its dimension. It was thick, fleshy, in good shape, even noticeable when she wore loose pants: sweatshirts, pajamas, and more. It was a spectacular ass, worthy of contemplation for long minutes, obviously with the necessary discretion.
I remember a lot one time when I was in the living room of his apartment, she came out of the bathroom not knowing that someone was home, and in the middle of the rush she hadn't finished pulling up her tight pants, which refused to go up easily due to the thickness of such an ass. It was really spectacular.
But I, beyond fantasizing about his butt, wasn't going any further. First because of what I had explained before, trying to show respect towards the code established with my friend not to mess with sisters or ex-girlfriends, and also because Alexandra had a boyfriend, whom she seemed to be roundly in love with, since he was the only one she had had in her life and it had lasted many years. By then I calculated they had been together for about six years of a relationship. It didn't seem like a girl willing to risk her idyllic relationship, so trying something with her seemed utopian.
Although I have to say that I completely messed up. Alexandra was supposed to be my introduction to the world of sex with my friend's sisters. It happened on a party night at Camilo's apartment. Many of his classmates from university came over that night, but only his closest friends stayed to sleep.
In that occasion we drank quite a bit, also smoked grass, which was one of our great pastimes during that university study period, and those who consumed other types of drugs didn't spare in doing so. By two o'clock in the morning I was lost from drinking too much. I was between the difficult dilemma of vomiting to keep drinking or simply sleeping. Camilo and another friend decided it was best for me to sleep, so they spread out a mattress almost next to the apartment entrance, an unusual place to do so, and laid me down there. Alexandra, who also showed she was quite drunk, started shaking my arm with the intention of not letting me sleep. Camilo stopped her and asked her to leave me alone, since I was very bad off to keep standing up. She did so, left me calm, and I fell into a deep sleep. I didn't realize when the rest of the people left, or when they turned off the lights and music, only regaining consciousness once Alexandra lay down beside me.
I didn't know why I had done it, I didn't know how to react, in fact, I didn't believe it, getting to the point of thinking it was something I was dreaming or imagining given my state of intoxication. But no, it was real. Alexandra had lain down beside me.
He started kissing me, her mouth had a strong rum flavor. Initially, her kisses were timid, as if she was trying to figure out if I was aware of what was happening. I reciprocated, so it didn't take her long to notice that I gave my full consent. Without hesitation, she put her hand under my pants and started masturbating me while we kissed. I still couldn't believe what was happening, but slowly I began to accept that it was true.
I wanted to put my hand under her pants, I wanted to feel her vagina with my fingers, but she didn't let me. She blocked my hand with hers, the one that was free. Then I decided to take hold of her head and kiss her passionately. I also grabbed her buttocks, as if pushing her towards me. At that moment it was more than evident my intention to penetrate her. But good things take their time.
I felt the fear of being discovered by Camilo or anyone else who had stayed that night in his apartment. It was a barely noticeable anxiety, although at that late hour I was willing to face whatever it took, even if it cost me a well-deserved beating from Camilo or the loss of his friendship. It wasn't that I didn't value it, just that I was being completely dominated by my most basic instincts. Luckily for me, this did not happen.
Alexandra turned around, slowly lowered her pajamas and directed my penis towards her pussy. The moment of penetration was slow, but once inside her, it was imminent that she would get excited; her pussy was burning hot. I was penetrating her in a spoon position, making little noise, as we both tried to be cautious knowing it was an adventurous and certainly prohibited situation. I enjoyed the slow pace we started with at first. As I moved slowly, I took advantage of kissing her neck and occasionally her mouth, just when she would turn her face and allow me to do so. Slowly, like someone who doesn't want to, I directed my hand towards her pubis, and understood why she hadn't let me touch it before. She wasn't depilated; in fact, it seemed she hadn't done it for a long time. However, the excitement was such that this time she didn't prohibit me from doing so. I was penetrating and caressing her vagina, it was heaven for me.
Alexandra is one of those people who lisp, I don't know if everyone knows what lisping is, but in the midst of her timid and discreet sounds, listening to her drag out the 's' excited me. I loved that way of saying 'zi, ezo, azí...'.
As his ass was a monument, it was more than obvious that sooner or later he would want to screw her in four. And it turned out being earlier than later. I grabbed her hips, put her on four and penetrated her again very slowly. I'd say almost lovingly, although there wasn't anything of the sort, just the intention not to rush through it, not to end up like a typical violent and thoughtless one. But then that got lost, since dealing with a first experience between both of them, it was more than valid an excess of fury.
I penetrated her slowly, without haste. I grabbed her buttocks and continued sliding my penis between her humanity with total smoothness, without seeming to have any effort at all. At that moment she was silent, but her pussy wasn't, screaming with heat, and I went crazy over it. I grabbed her hair and tried to pull her face towards me. Kissing her was of interest to me, but maybe not as much as having her face close to mine to listen to her delicious and timid way of enjoying sex.
That was exciting me more and more, with what increased my enthusiasm a little as I penetrated her. I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her towards me, penetrating her faster each time. I saw her buttocks bouncing strongly against my body.
Seeing that massive ass shaking with the intensity of my thrusts was enough motivation to want to finish the job with that beautiful view. But I tried to resist for a bit longer, since I knew I should enjoy a situation like that for as long as possible.
To see Alexandra, submissive, subjected to my desires, far from being that rough metalworker girl she usually was; it made me feel powerful, I even thought the drunkenness was a thing of the past, that I completely dominated the situation, although maybe it was just an illusion given the ecstasy that overwhelmed me. I didn't know either why she had ended up doing this. I don't know if it was due to her intoxication or a fight with her boyfriend. The truth is that it was happening and it was exquisite, wonderful.
But anyway everything has an end, and this sensational powder also was going to have it. I found it impossible to resist seeing that enormous ass, having it between my hands, squeezing it, manipulating it at my whim.I pulled it out and threw the sperm onto his ass and a little onto his back, while she was still panting discreetly.
Alexandra fell onto the couch, seemed finally ready to sleep, after an improvised sex session. It had been extraordinary for me. I'd had a long streak without getting laid, and regaining the notion of how it feels, made me hallucinate; at least in the way it had happened with Alexandra. I thought I could stay there sleeping next to her and we could do it again in a little while, but that wasn't the case. Her fall onto the bed had been fleeting. Alexandra lived there, had her room and an endless number of reasons to avoid being discovered there with me, so she quickly abandoned me in the darkness of her apartment's living room. I felt a bit stupid thinking I could spend the night there with her. It had been something naive. Maybe it was the effect of intoxication, which, once again having my wits about me, I had understood to be under its influence.
Anyway it had been a notable booty, an unforgettable feast, a night to frame. But I didn't have anything left but sleep. Maybe dream that I would be between the legs of Alexandra until dawn, after all, the mind is very illusionary.
That powder was going to change my way of relating to Alexandra for a time. Initially it was confusion, at least until the morning after.
I woke up with an unbearable hangover, but with the good fortune of having my memories intact. Anyway, I didn't know how I was going to look at Alexandra once we crossed paths. Since I felt it was just a one-night stand due to our state of intoxication, she probably felt remorse and might not want to talk to me or look at me again. But those were just my assumptions, as by the time we crossed paths that morning, she greeted me like nothing had happened, continued her routine.
I understood that there was no remorse, although it didn't seem like there was a desire to repeat what had happened, at least from his side. I left his apartment and headed home. That day, the one after the night of sex with Alexandra, I spent hours thinking about what had happened, getting excited remembering the event, and obviously trying to relive it on my own: with my hands and imagination, but obviously it wouldn't be or resemble anything.
Chapter 2: My kingdom for the ass of Alexandra
I didn't know this was the start of a series of ejaculations that Alexandra and I would have, although I must admit that the more we repeated it, the more I lost the mystique, the charm of that first night between us...
Twitter: @felodel2016
CAMILLO'S SISTERS
Chapter 1: Hangover Powder
I'm David, 31 years old, and I live in Bogotá. However, I don't want to give details or talk more about me, because the only thing left for me to tell is that I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. It's not too much, since over the last ten years I've been screwing three sisters, all of different ages, personalities; with different tastes, habits, and ways of living sex, but all three with the same brother: my partner, my best friend.
Before all this happened, I had a couple of girlfriends, and both did me a lot of harm; they lied to me and broke me into pieces. So much so that I suffered a kind of trauma with women after those relationships, then I became a full-time prostitute, I didn't want to fall in love or feel anything for anyone. I loved going to prostitutes because it was sex without commitment, without disgusts, without fights, without obligations, without sacrifices; there was only had to pay and enjoy. But that turned into a problem, as I slowly lost the ability to approach women, talk to them, and conquer them. However, my friend Camilo's sisters were going to get me out of the prostitute habit. Habit that also left me with great experiences and that I hope to be able to tell about it another time.
Everything suddenly emerged, since I, despite fantasizing about Camilo's sisters, didn't dare to establish anything more with them beyond a friendship; for me and Camilo, the sisters, girlfriends, and ex-girlfriends were sacred; one could say we had an implicit oath not to mess with them, out of simple respect and loyalty.
Camilo has three sisters: Katherine, Alexandra and Diana. At the time this started, Alexandra and Diana lived with him in a nice apartment in Bogotá. They came from a nearby city, motivated by the fact that they could pursue their studies at universities here; obviously because there wasn't sufficient academic offer or they didn't like the universities there, as surely happens in all major urban centers.
Camilo and I met in university, both of us starting studies to be audiovisual producers, and quickly became friends. I loved going to his apartment, as the atmosphere was ideal for studying when we had to do it, but also because it was an ideal place for young university students: we would party, drink, get high, hook up, or at least Camilo did, since I, as I already explained, wasn't eating anyone back then, and in general it was a place to spend time without worrying, there wasn't a figure of authority that prohibited such licentiousness.
Maybe Diana, who is her older sister, was the authority figure in that place, but even sometimes she joined the chaos of two out-of-control university students like us. Diana, as I mentioned earlier, is Camilo's older sister, and to my taste, she was the most beautiful one: around 1.65 or 1.70m tall, her skin was white, her legs were turned, well-formed, not too thick or too thin; her ass was plump and round, without exceeding size; her breasts were of good size and had a pink nipple, I knew it very early since at home she used to walk around without a bra and with clothes that allowed transparency; her black eyes, large and very expressive; her fleshy and rosy lips. She was a monument of a woman.
But with whom I shared the apartment more, besides Camilo, was with Alexandra, since she was the one who spent most nights studying, and, as I said before, many times I went there to study or do work that I couldn't have done at home due to simple lack of concentration.
Alexandra, at that time was a law student and was very diligent with her study. She had approximately the same age as mine and Camilo's. Maybe she was the least attractive of the three sisters, at least to me. Her height was the usual among most women in this country, 1.60 or 1.65 I calculate; her brown skin, her hair was black, long, and wavy, her eyes were a intense black, very beautiful really, but maybe it was her greatest attribute on her face, since her nose was slightly crooked, not being something exaggerated, and her lips were very fine, thin, not as provocative as Diana's could be. Her breasts were small, and perhaps they looked smaller than they were due to her way of dressing, because Alexandra is one of those girls who rarely wear a low-cut top. However, the great virtue of Alexandra was her ass, which I allow myself to call from now on as an ass in all its dimension. It was thick, fleshy, in good shape, even noticeable when she wore loose pants: sweatshirts, pajamas, and more. It was a spectacular ass, worthy of contemplation for long minutes, obviously with the necessary discretion.
I remember a lot one time when I was in the living room of his apartment, she came out of the bathroom not knowing that someone was home, and in the middle of the rush she hadn't finished pulling up her tight pants, which refused to go up easily due to the thickness of such an ass. It was really spectacular.
But I, beyond fantasizing about his butt, wasn't going any further. First because of what I had explained before, trying to show respect towards the code established with my friend not to mess with sisters or ex-girlfriends, and also because Alexandra had a boyfriend, whom she seemed to be roundly in love with, since he was the only one she had had in her life and it had lasted many years. By then I calculated they had been together for about six years of a relationship. It didn't seem like a girl willing to risk her idyllic relationship, so trying something with her seemed utopian.
Although I have to say that I completely messed up. Alexandra was supposed to be my introduction to the world of sex with my friend's sisters. It happened on a party night at Camilo's apartment. Many of his classmates from university came over that night, but only his closest friends stayed to sleep.
In that occasion we drank quite a bit, also smoked grass, which was one of our great pastimes during that university study period, and those who consumed other types of drugs didn't spare in doing so. By two o'clock in the morning I was lost from drinking too much. I was between the difficult dilemma of vomiting to keep drinking or simply sleeping. Camilo and another friend decided it was best for me to sleep, so they spread out a mattress almost next to the apartment entrance, an unusual place to do so, and laid me down there. Alexandra, who also showed she was quite drunk, started shaking my arm with the intention of not letting me sleep. Camilo stopped her and asked her to leave me alone, since I was very bad off to keep standing up. She did so, left me calm, and I fell into a deep sleep. I didn't realize when the rest of the people left, or when they turned off the lights and music, only regaining consciousness once Alexandra lay down beside me.
I didn't know why I had done it, I didn't know how to react, in fact, I didn't believe it, getting to the point of thinking it was something I was dreaming or imagining given my state of intoxication. But no, it was real. Alexandra had lain down beside me.
He started kissing me, her mouth had a strong rum flavor. Initially, her kisses were timid, as if she was trying to figure out if I was aware of what was happening. I reciprocated, so it didn't take her long to notice that I gave my full consent. Without hesitation, she put her hand under my pants and started masturbating me while we kissed. I still couldn't believe what was happening, but slowly I began to accept that it was true.
I wanted to put my hand under her pants, I wanted to feel her vagina with my fingers, but she didn't let me. She blocked my hand with hers, the one that was free. Then I decided to take hold of her head and kiss her passionately. I also grabbed her buttocks, as if pushing her towards me. At that moment it was more than evident my intention to penetrate her. But good things take their time.
I felt the fear of being discovered by Camilo or anyone else who had stayed that night in his apartment. It was a barely noticeable anxiety, although at that late hour I was willing to face whatever it took, even if it cost me a well-deserved beating from Camilo or the loss of his friendship. It wasn't that I didn't value it, just that I was being completely dominated by my most basic instincts. Luckily for me, this did not happen.
Alexandra turned around, slowly lowered her pajamas and directed my penis towards her pussy. The moment of penetration was slow, but once inside her, it was imminent that she would get excited; her pussy was burning hot. I was penetrating her in a spoon position, making little noise, as we both tried to be cautious knowing it was an adventurous and certainly prohibited situation. I enjoyed the slow pace we started with at first. As I moved slowly, I took advantage of kissing her neck and occasionally her mouth, just when she would turn her face and allow me to do so. Slowly, like someone who doesn't want to, I directed my hand towards her pubis, and understood why she hadn't let me touch it before. She wasn't depilated; in fact, it seemed she hadn't done it for a long time. However, the excitement was such that this time she didn't prohibit me from doing so. I was penetrating and caressing her vagina, it was heaven for me.
Alexandra is one of those people who lisp, I don't know if everyone knows what lisping is, but in the midst of her timid and discreet sounds, listening to her drag out the 's' excited me. I loved that way of saying 'zi, ezo, azí...'.
As his ass was a monument, it was more than obvious that sooner or later he would want to screw her in four. And it turned out being earlier than later. I grabbed her hips, put her on four and penetrated her again very slowly. I'd say almost lovingly, although there wasn't anything of the sort, just the intention not to rush through it, not to end up like a typical violent and thoughtless one. But then that got lost, since dealing with a first experience between both of them, it was more than valid an excess of fury.
I penetrated her slowly, without haste. I grabbed her buttocks and continued sliding my penis between her humanity with total smoothness, without seeming to have any effort at all. At that moment she was silent, but her pussy wasn't, screaming with heat, and I went crazy over it. I grabbed her hair and tried to pull her face towards me. Kissing her was of interest to me, but maybe not as much as having her face close to mine to listen to her delicious and timid way of enjoying sex.
That was exciting me more and more, with what increased my enthusiasm a little as I penetrated her. I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her towards me, penetrating her faster each time. I saw her buttocks bouncing strongly against my body.
Seeing that massive ass shaking with the intensity of my thrusts was enough motivation to want to finish the job with that beautiful view. But I tried to resist for a bit longer, since I knew I should enjoy a situation like that for as long as possible.
To see Alexandra, submissive, subjected to my desires, far from being that rough metalworker girl she usually was; it made me feel powerful, I even thought the drunkenness was a thing of the past, that I completely dominated the situation, although maybe it was just an illusion given the ecstasy that overwhelmed me. I didn't know either why she had ended up doing this. I don't know if it was due to her intoxication or a fight with her boyfriend. The truth is that it was happening and it was exquisite, wonderful.
But anyway everything has an end, and this sensational powder also was going to have it. I found it impossible to resist seeing that enormous ass, having it between my hands, squeezing it, manipulating it at my whim.I pulled it out and threw the sperm onto his ass and a little onto his back, while she was still panting discreetly.
Alexandra fell onto the couch, seemed finally ready to sleep, after an improvised sex session. It had been extraordinary for me. I'd had a long streak without getting laid, and regaining the notion of how it feels, made me hallucinate; at least in the way it had happened with Alexandra. I thought I could stay there sleeping next to her and we could do it again in a little while, but that wasn't the case. Her fall onto the bed had been fleeting. Alexandra lived there, had her room and an endless number of reasons to avoid being discovered there with me, so she quickly abandoned me in the darkness of her apartment's living room. I felt a bit stupid thinking I could spend the night there with her. It had been something naive. Maybe it was the effect of intoxication, which, once again having my wits about me, I had understood to be under its influence.
Anyway it had been a notable booty, an unforgettable feast, a night to frame. But I didn't have anything left but sleep. Maybe dream that I would be between the legs of Alexandra until dawn, after all, the mind is very illusionary.
That powder was going to change my way of relating to Alexandra for a time. Initially it was confusion, at least until the morning after.
I woke up with an unbearable hangover, but with the good fortune of having my memories intact. Anyway, I didn't know how I was going to look at Alexandra once we crossed paths. Since I felt it was just a one-night stand due to our state of intoxication, she probably felt remorse and might not want to talk to me or look at me again. But those were just my assumptions, as by the time we crossed paths that morning, she greeted me like nothing had happened, continued her routine.
I understood that there was no remorse, although it didn't seem like there was a desire to repeat what had happened, at least from his side. I left his apartment and headed home. That day, the one after the night of sex with Alexandra, I spent hours thinking about what had happened, getting excited remembering the event, and obviously trying to relive it on my own: with my hands and imagination, but obviously it wouldn't be or resemble anything.
Chapter 2: My kingdom for the ass of Alexandra
I didn't know this was the start of a series of ejaculations that Alexandra and I would have, although I must admit that the more we repeated it, the more I lost the mystique, the charm of that first night between us...
Twitter: @felodel2016
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