-Alex, darling, I matured at the Lontano street and in the 'Tattoo-shop' gave this amount to the manager, as yesterday's money didn't arrive.
-Have you gotten a tattoo, mom? -I asked.
-I was going to get one, but the manager finally convinced me to put in a piercing.
I looked at him carefully at his ears, nostrils, lips, and eyebrows. There was nothing there.
-And where did you put it? -I inquired, intrigued.
-It's a surprise for your father. It doesn't concern you anyway -she dismissed me while handing over the money.
This crazy head was able to put it on her belly like a teenager, I was thinking as I headed to the store she indicated, just a couple of blocks from my house.
-Good morning -I said to the man who served me: a tall and dark-skinned guy in his 40s, tattooed from head to toe with his hair tied up in dreadlocks-. I'm here to pay off a debt for a client who got a piercing yesterday afternoon.
-Hello -he replied while ordering a variety of rings and earrings-. Are you coming from the girl who got her clitoris pierced?
-A clitoris piercing? -I replied.
-Yes, a piercing on the clitoris. -he responded-. Are you something to do with her?
-The son of a neighbor -I lied.
-What a horny neighbor you have, kid!
-I don't know what you're talking about -I responded, confused.
-You're screwing her whenever you want. She came in to get a Japanese kanji tattoo on her arm and all it took was me telling her she'd look great with a piercing on her pussy for her not to hesitate twice.
The man wanted to chat and customers were scarce. With all the details, he told me how he shaved her pussy, leaving only a Brazilian-style pubic hair patch, and how she let herself be done and opened up more each time, showing a rosy, wet, and appetizing slit.
-As I noticed you were hotter than a slut, I told him a story: That it was necessary to relax the upper lips so that the perforation would be less painful and the healing process instead of two months would last less, from
the way I started to finger her and put my fingers inside her vagina. The vibration had her at a thousand. Soon, she was wetter than a cow.
-'I'd like it if you pierced my clitoris,' said the foxy, panting. So I didn't hesitate to lick that pleasure button with the tip of my tongue, telling her we could avoid anesthesia, and the woman started begging me to screw her properly. And it was like in the back room, on the table, I made her come like a slut in heat. She swallowed all my semen without leaving a drop. Once she was satisfied and relaxed, I put the piercing in her clitoris, which will drive her crazy every time we have sex or she masturbates.
I handed over the money and left the shop quickly. The image of that rastafari screwing her until exhaustion hit me until I got home. I locked myself in my room and started to finger myself like a mandril, imagining Mom's clitoris pierced by a metal rod with a ball on the end. I was still hearing my mother's voice behind the door ('Is everything all right, dear? Did the tattoo shop attendant take good care of you?') when I came for the last time before collapsing onto my bed.
The 'clitoral surprise' didn't seem to please my father too much, who had just returned from a trip that kept him away from home for a week and was eager to screw like a castaway on a deserted island. They were arguing for a good while in his bedroom after dinner. Later I found out that Mom refused to screw that night because she had pain in the area of the piercing (I think it was something more, after the rastafari's pumping) and, despite Dad's demands, didn't let herself be anally penetrated either, saying 'she was a decent woman and didn't do those nasty things.' The case is that Dad, angry, came to sleep with me on my bed, pissing on top and bottom. In the darkness, he got into bed next to me. I pretended to be asleep because I didn't feel like talking and besides, he was in such a bad mood he could have given me a good scolding.' answer
response. The little old dad was already snoring. On his back, legs apart until almost no room left for me, only with the underwear on. Thanks to the streetlight that entered through the window I could contemplate his body clearly. He still had good plant despite being in his fifties, although a small beer belly was starting to show. With very masculine features, dark hair and curly, well-proportioned, everyone said I looked like him. I noticed his pubic area. A considerable bulge was sticking out. It was well erected; it's not surprising after supposedly a week without sex. Instinctively, I pressed the bulge lightly above the underwear. It was very hard but I noticed it was growing more with the pressure of my hand. I didn't think twice. With great care, I unbuttoned the little button on the opening and pulled out that cock for outside. It was a good cock, fat and ended in a bursting head. Gently so he wouldn't wake up, I also pulled out his balls, fat and hairy. This man is about to explode, there's so much cum accumulated, I thought. And I prepared to masturbate him.
That vision of my father's intimacy was driving me crazy. I felt an emotion and excitement like never before experienced. Already in fullness, that cock was crying out for someone to kiss it and swallow it. And it was as if after uncapping the foreskin, perceiving its peculiar taste, I introduced it until it touched my tonsils and began to suck it alongside his balls with unlimited delight. I set a rhythm. It was growing by moments. Was Dad sleeping or faking? His snores transformed into faint moans. He sometimes arched his body so the cock would go deeper inside me. I was enjoying myself. Was this a dream or reality? Soon, I cleared up any doubts: at the moment of climax he grabbed my hair to make me keep going and made me drink all that abundant and hot cum. Then he let out a deep sigh, let me get up, and turned over to start again. Snore. I got up silently in the darkness taking my cell phone as a flashlight to go wash my mouth in the bathroom. As I passed by my parents' bedroom with the door slightly open, I contemplated Mom sleeping peacefully. The sleep aids induced a deep sleep. I hadn't ejaculated yet despite the torrid episode lived with my father and so I was still more erect than a donkey and with desires to wank myself. Suddenly I felt curious about how her clitoral piercing had left her. I approached the bed and put my head under the sheet. She was without underwear, her camisole raised. Her legs were well apart due to the pain caused by the healing of the device, and for the first time I could contemplate my mother's pussy in all its splendor. The fleshy vaginal lips, the slightly open and juicy slit, the Brazilian shave, Mom asleep like a log... Don't think twice about it, this is a unique opportunity. It's obligatory to perform cunnilingus as God commands, irreproachable. I don't know if she'll come, but I will. A perfect day (and night) of deep love to my parents, who gives more?
the way I started to finger her and put my fingers inside her vagina. The vibration had her at a thousand. Soon, she was wetter than a cow.
-'I'd like it if you pierced my clitoris,' said the foxy, panting. So I didn't hesitate to lick that pleasure button with the tip of my tongue, telling her we could avoid anesthesia, and the woman started begging me to screw her properly. And it was like in the back room, on the table, I made her come like a slut in heat. She swallowed all my semen without leaving a drop. Once she was satisfied and relaxed, I put the piercing in her clitoris, which will drive her crazy every time we have sex or she masturbates.
I handed over the money and left the shop quickly. The image of that rastafari screwing her until exhaustion hit me until I got home. I locked myself in my room and started to finger myself like a mandril, imagining Mom's clitoris pierced by a metal rod with a ball on the end. I was still hearing my mother's voice behind the door ('Is everything all right, dear? Did the tattoo shop attendant take good care of you?') when I came for the last time before collapsing onto my bed.
The 'clitoral surprise' didn't seem to please my father too much, who had just returned from a trip that kept him away from home for a week and was eager to screw like a castaway on a deserted island. They were arguing for a good while in his bedroom after dinner. Later I found out that Mom refused to screw that night because she had pain in the area of the piercing (I think it was something more, after the rastafari's pumping) and, despite Dad's demands, didn't let herself be anally penetrated either, saying 'she was a decent woman and didn't do those nasty things.' The case is that Dad, angry, came to sleep with me on my bed, pissing on top and bottom. In the darkness, he got into bed next to me. I pretended to be asleep because I didn't feel like talking and besides, he was in such a bad mood he could have given me a good scolding.' answer
response. The little old dad was already snoring. On his back, legs apart until almost no room left for me, only with the underwear on. Thanks to the streetlight that entered through the window I could contemplate his body clearly. He still had good plant despite being in his fifties, although a small beer belly was starting to show. With very masculine features, dark hair and curly, well-proportioned, everyone said I looked like him. I noticed his pubic area. A considerable bulge was sticking out. It was well erected; it's not surprising after supposedly a week without sex. Instinctively, I pressed the bulge lightly above the underwear. It was very hard but I noticed it was growing more with the pressure of my hand. I didn't think twice. With great care, I unbuttoned the little button on the opening and pulled out that cock for outside. It was a good cock, fat and ended in a bursting head. Gently so he wouldn't wake up, I also pulled out his balls, fat and hairy. This man is about to explode, there's so much cum accumulated, I thought. And I prepared to masturbate him.
That vision of my father's intimacy was driving me crazy. I felt an emotion and excitement like never before experienced. Already in fullness, that cock was crying out for someone to kiss it and swallow it. And it was as if after uncapping the foreskin, perceiving its peculiar taste, I introduced it until it touched my tonsils and began to suck it alongside his balls with unlimited delight. I set a rhythm. It was growing by moments. Was Dad sleeping or faking? His snores transformed into faint moans. He sometimes arched his body so the cock would go deeper inside me. I was enjoying myself. Was this a dream or reality? Soon, I cleared up any doubts: at the moment of climax he grabbed my hair to make me keep going and made me drink all that abundant and hot cum. Then he let out a deep sigh, let me get up, and turned over to start again. Snore. I got up silently in the darkness taking my cell phone as a flashlight to go wash my mouth in the bathroom. As I passed by my parents' bedroom with the door slightly open, I contemplated Mom sleeping peacefully. The sleep aids induced a deep sleep. I hadn't ejaculated yet despite the torrid episode lived with my father and so I was still more erect than a donkey and with desires to wank myself. Suddenly I felt curious about how her clitoral piercing had left her. I approached the bed and put my head under the sheet. She was without underwear, her camisole raised. Her legs were well apart due to the pain caused by the healing of the device, and for the first time I could contemplate my mother's pussy in all its splendor. The fleshy vaginal lips, the slightly open and juicy slit, the Brazilian shave, Mom asleep like a log... Don't think twice about it, this is a unique opportunity. It's obligatory to perform cunnilingus as God commands, irreproachable. I don't know if she'll come, but I will. A perfect day (and night) of deep love to my parents, who gives more?
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