Sleazebags...

After Cholo's release, I was going to the pension practically every day. We would eat something, screw each other, and then I'd go back to work with that satisfaction that good sex gives you.
I had stopped seeing Victor and Cacho, although we were still in touch through calls and messages. I always made excuses saying I was busy with work or family, promising some meeting as soon as possible.
After so much time of not having been with Cholo, I wanted to recover that lost time, go back to feeling those emotions that made my body shiver when I was in his bed.
One afternoon, after passing by the Company, I bought a pizza, a pack of beers and went to see him.
He wasn't alone. Already from the staircase I could hear the voices and laughter. There was someone else with him, another man.
Always I would enter directly, but this time I decided to knock on the door. When it opens, I see that a guy is sitting in one of the chairs. Dark-haired, muscular, with tattoos that extend over his arms and neck.
-Justo were we talking about you - says Cholo after greeting me with a kiss, and by the way that other guy is looking at me, I already imagine what they must be talking about.
He presents it to me. Aníbal, or 'the mechanic', as his prison alias, since he was in charge of reducing the auto parts that were stolen during their criminal raids.
I extend my hand to greet him, but he gets up and kisses me on the cheek, affirming it's a pleasure to finally meet me. I don't know why, but my whole body shivers at feeling the touch of his skin.
During our encounters in San Justo, Cholo had never shared with anyone before, and that was saying something since his house was always filled with his henchmen. But now, here, and after just a kiss, I already wanted him to share me with that guy.
We sat down and started accounting for the pizza and beer. While we're eating, I find out that the mechanic got out a week after Cholo did, and they had been serving time in the same cellblock.
They tell me about the modus operandi of the gang they were part of, mentioning even the contacts they bribed to resell the merchandise, with such detail that I could present it in court as a protected witness and have them thrown back in jail. And to think of those few police and judicial officials.
-I imagine it must have been good the reunion- the mechanic replied, opening another beer, when we told him about our relationship, from when we met and how long it had been since we hadn't seen each other.
Cholo takes my hand, and making me get up from the chair, he sits me on his legs.
In truth it was worth being locked up for that long just to have a reunion like the one we had, wasn't it, blackie? - nodding, slapping my booty.
How I respond by kissing him on the mouth, feeling like something is starting to expand in his crotch. From the corner of my eye, I see how his friend is nervously fidgeting in the chair.
I separate my lips from those of Cholo and I stay looking at him. After so much time, after so many shared ejaculations, we learned to understand each other with just one glance.
The Cholo smiles and nods with a gesture. Then I get up, go where his friend is, and to his surprise, I sit on his legs and kiss him too.
The mechanic wraps his tattooed arms around me, pressing his hands against my ass to squeeze and fondle it, while our tongues avidly entwine.
Her pubic area also starts to puff up, revealing a density that already makes my mouth not only water but also my pussy.
I stand up and between those two former convicts, I take off my jacket and blouse, they themselves take care of removing my bra, attacking my breasts immediately with rough and heavy hands.
While they're fondling me as if they'd never seen a pair of tits before, I'm rubbing their fly buttons, sliding my fingers over those packages that seem to want to compete in terms of size.
First I get the mechanic to come over, anxious to confirm if what I'm feeling through my pants really translates into reality, and indeed it does, he has a boner that pours out energy and masculinity.
It's bigger than Cholo's, and that's saying something considering his already has a size that's intimidating in itself.
I get down on my knees between them to suck it, to gorge myself with pleasure and delight at that overflowing flesh that stands trembling and succulent.
I like it when he grabs my hair with one hand and squeezing hard makes me eat her almost to the root, and I say almost because it doesn't fit in despite my efforts to eat her all.
It's brutal, violent, aggressive, and I love it. I love being treated like that, as if I were a slut, in front of whoever is supposed to be my man, my lover.
The Cholo stays distant, though without losing detail of the blow job I'm giving to his friend, teasing it slowly, already displaying an erection that also demands its deserved attention.
When the mechanic lets me go, I head to him and suck it. His does fit me completely, so I alternate them in my mouth, playing around with 'swallowable' for a bit.
I eat one, I let it go, I eat the other and also let it go, like that with both of them, until they get in where I'm stuffed, choking more than once on those pieces that seem to inflame even more when they come into contact with my lips.
Slobber drips everywhere, forming a foamy substance that spreads thickly over both volumes and my chin.
Between the two of them they lift me up and undress me from the waist down. I don't move a finger, they take care of removing my last garment and spinning it around in the air.
They kiss me, they suck me, they lick me... Even bite me.
The mechanic, who is boiling with fever, throws me down on the bed from behind, spreads my legs apart, and diving between them, devours my pussy.
From the other side, Cholo brings his cock over for me to keep sucking it.
The pleasure intensifies, spreading through our bodies, ravenous, flammable, devastating.
In a moment I see that Cholo is flipping the mechanic the box of condoms he has stored on the nightstand. I see it flying over my body.
The mechanic grabs her in mid-air, pulls out an envelope, tears it open and puts on the condom with the urgency of someone who needs to put it on NOW, as soon as possible.
I would later find out that I was the first woman he had sex with, after leaving prison more than ten days ago. So I was like a motorbike the skinny guy.
I lift my heels over my shoulders and BAM!, she cuts me off at the balls.
I take a leap when I feel all that brutality inside, letting go of the cock to Cholo to exhale the groans that are piling up in my throat.
The jerk of someone like that being with me, just out of jail, with a record that would make Al Capone pale, is too much.
I cling to his tattooed arms when he leans over me, and I move with him as he starts to take me, shuddering with each thrust, feeling like all my sex is unraveling around his cock.
I'll go back to sucking her off to Cholo, while his sidekick hits me again and again, sliding all over my insides, filling me up, making me feel each thrust, each rebound, each blow.
After leaving me in flesh alive, she slaps five with Cholo and as if it were a relay race, he takes his turn.
Now it's the Cholo who's screwing me, while I'm eating the mechanic's, who quickly got rid of the lining so I could enjoy his cock without latex in between.
With Cholo it's a matter of skin, it's not just heat, with him I share a history, many good moments together.
The mechanic may be very well endowed, be an extraordinary cummer, but it is when feeling Cholo, having him inside me, that I end up exploding in an orgasm that for a few seconds transports me to a parallel universe where emotions and feelings are the sovereigns.
For a good while they take turns, grabbing me in all possible and impossible positions, as worn-out condoms pile up on the floor.
The smell of sweat, a cock, using the word 'wet pussy', latex imprints the room, seeping into every pore of our skin.
The world has stopped spinning to center its axis on the third floor of that pension, where our bodies pile up, overlap each other, hot and passionate.
Obviously with two men, double penetration is a mandatory stop. Already before, and while they were holding me, they had been putting their fingers in my ass, preparing me for what would come next.
And what came was that while I'm mounted on Cholo, the mechanic comes and puts it in behind me. They wait until I'm well inside, and both of them move, flowing comfortably through my holes, which being so lubricated, produce those wet sounds, PRRRR... PRRRR... PRRRRR..., which sometimes result in even funny.
I love you among those fibrous bodies, marked with scars and tattoos, making mine the receptacle of your most violent passions.
They come in, go out and come back in, piercing the deepest parts, lacerating, invasive, taking me to a state where my body is just one nerve, tense, enraged, waiting for the long-awaited explosion.
Cholo had already finished, staying aside while his friend and I kept going on.
The mechanic is on his back, crossed over the bed, and I'm on top of him, riding him from between his knees.
No one wants to give in, we're holding back our orgasm until the other person finishes first.
We look at each other defiantly, provoking each other, enjoying that brazen competition we maintain tacitly between ourselves.
He grabbed me hard by the buttocks and attacked from below, unstoppable, devastating, looking at me as if saying: 'now you're going to see what's good'.
But I hold on. I'm holding back the urge to scream, to burst into a thousand pieces and to release that contained moisture in my belly.
When he brakes, exhausted, unable to take another hit, it's I who gets moving, who stirs, with more fervor each time.
I grab his hands and placing them on my breasts, make him love them, moving with more fervor still, guiding him now to a cumshot that leaves his body begging for mercy.
Only then do I let go, I free myself, leaving my own orgasm to flow and spread throughout my being..., and his too, since my ejaculation soaks him all over the belly.
I collapsed onto his chest, suffocated, between gasps still, all wet from the sweat of sex.
I hadn't realized it, but while I was screwing with the mechanic, both of us engrossed in such an exciting competition, Cholo was jacking off looking at us.
I knew when he lifted his head, it was coming towards me, and after a couple of jolts, he ended up on my face.
Despite the surprise, I open my mouth to swallow his discharge, but there's so much cum that it spills over onto my tits.
What you counted in the courtyard... You fell short, brother-
He says the mechanic to Cholo later, already dressed and more civilized, what allows me to suppose that I must have a certain fame among the inmates of Ezeiza prison, at least those who were closer to Cholo and could hear his sexual anecdotes.
It's not that bad, right...?


Sleazebags...


 
 

13 comentários - Sleazebags...

Te vas a hacer una experta en follar con presidiarios jajajaja
Buen relato, van diez puntos.
Diez, diez, diez!!! Por fin algo digno de ser leído.
Vas a tener quemudarte a un galpón para que los cuernos de tu marido entren en un lugar.
Sute41
@Maritainfiel, por Dios. Que relato, no me canso de decir, al leerlos me transportan, y puedo verte cogiendo y gozando con tu/s amanate/es ocasionales... y la fotito es la frutilla del postre... Pobre tu marido, ya no puede entrar a tu casa de los cuernos que tiene. Van 10 puntos
No tenes límites Marita!...excelente relato, tremendo!
Sin dudas le diste la mejor bienvenida al mecánico y el prontuario que tenes en ese pabellón es el mejor jaja,+10 y si pudiera darte mas puntos lo haria
Tenes que quedar embarazada bb, pero con a alguien que tenga vínculo con vos y tu marido, así la humillación es mayor... Deja de usar forros y aumentales los cuernos al cornudo... Ya suena a poco los cuernos que ya tiene 😎
tremendo relato @maritainfiel muy bueno como siempre nos tenes acostumbrados, gracias por compartir +10