35 years, the first part of the narrative ended like this:
It was a beautiful powder that had been waited for 35 years.Graciela finished her vacations and returned to Brazil.For a time I didn't connect until I received an email, I repeat it so they remember how things were coming along.
What happened that afternoon was incredible. I had the fantasy of taking away my doubt about how it would have been if we had more experience and knowledge. Life was like it was and I don't complain, but who knows what would have happened if my dad hadn't come to work in Brazil. I said I'd leave at 18 but I entered university and buckled down to graduate. Then I fell in love, got married, had two kids.
I have to tell you that I still love my husband, but he's very formal in sex, doesn't do foreplay, doesn't play. Occasionally he fucks me and for the average number of times women talk about and hear it is enough.
I played more with you when we were kids than with him in 25 years. But I love him and am happy this way.
I was expecting it to hurt but it didn't hurt at all. And I think it lasted short.
I've been in therapy for a while. My psychologist always encourages me to seek the pleasure I'd like to have. I didn't know anything about you, I wasn't motivated to tell her, until now I felt like telling her. She said I was doing very well, that if I can do it again and if I have fantasies, try to make them come true, if they do come true and if not don't get depressed.
I have other fantasies. I'll tell you some more later.
For now they are just fantasies because here I don't feel like it, I don't see anyone who is as cool as you and if there was someone it would be a recent acquaintance and I wouldn't have the confidence I have with you.
Look how many years went by and I didn't feel ashamed to undress myself, just like before.
The only thing I'm saying is don't make a movie out of it. If I accepted it was because I had a desire for a long time and for pleasure, nothing more.
See you next time.'Time afterwards I would tell you about his fantasies. I think they'd fill another story.
That email encouraged me, I replied that I had loved penetrating her, that I had enjoyed breaking her ass a lot and I would have liked it to last longer although since it was the first time it was enough.
The emails and chats went back to being like those of two friends, although sometimes I would tell him that I missed his beautiful ass and he would say that he missed my cock.
I was counting down the days until the end of the year.
In October I received an email of yours that blew my head off.
I feel like I've regained my friend and confidant from my early years. With time, I'll tell you things that I need to tell, even though I told them to my psychologist it's not the same thing.
I searched for the pages you told me to and saw many photos and videos, read the stories. I was building a fantasy, I told it to the psychologist and now I'm telling it to you.
We're in your car at the turn of my old house, where you wanted to kiss me that night. You try again but I remind you that no kisses, so as not to confuse us. Then you tell me to suck it and I suck it until you finish in my mouth.
I'm going to tell you because I know you'll never think badly of me. The psychologist says it's okay to have fantasies, but they don't always come true and if they don't, don't despair.'
I have many desires for him
Finally the end of year arrived. This time she traveled alone, her husband couldn't due to work and the kids preferred receiving the year with their friends.
He arrived on the 30th, he was coming for a week. We called each other by phone and only saw each other again after midnight on the 31st.
I told him in the ear if we were going back to the Sheraton on January 6th, he said before because January 6 had the flight.This time wanted us to be at night, so on January 3rd at half past eight while it was getting dark I went to pick her up and as we were walking towards the hotel she was touching me and so she undid my pants for me from above, I was touching her between the legs every red traffic light.
We arrived, she went to the reception desk to look for the key and I to park. But this time we found ourselves in the lobby and went up together, in the elevator we desperately touched each other.
We arrived at the room and she wanted to go to the bathroom.
When I was leaving, I was finishing up undressing. She took off the short dress she was wearing, saw that it didn't have underwear and came straight to grab my cock, kissed it, sucked it, caressed my balls while saying:
What a beautiful nipple! How I missed her!
I let her blow me for a while and then I threw her on the bed, licked her tits, used the word 'pussy' with bites on the clitoris and lips, put two fingers in. She turned over and I licked her ass while she was twisting from pleasure.
He made me lie down, put a pillow under my belt and sucked my cock, balls and ass. It was true that he had been training himself.
I was going crazy. She put her cock in her mouth and after moving around up and down for a bit, she started sucking like she was drinking a mate.
We were shaking with nerves and pleasure. She was sucking harder while caressing my balls. She had told me that I wasn't allowed to touch them because they hurt the husband.
If you keep going I'll come
Without wanting to take the toy out of his mouth, he managed to say:
It doesn't matter.
He kept sucking, squeezing his cheeks until two jets of cum shot out, savored and swallowed and sucked until it all came down completely.
-And your cum is yummy you said. And then clarified - I haven't tried another but this one is yummy.
We rested for a bit. There was time to go to dinner, which was included, so we got dressed quickly and went to the dining hall.
The dinner was a buffet, we served ourselves exquisite dishes and took wine. After the dessert and coffee, we returned to the hotel.
In the elevator I asked him if that was his fantasy, he replied it was better than his fantasy. Since we were teenagers and he made me masturbate always thought how it would be, his wife rarely asked for a blow job and although she wanted it very much she wouldn't have dared to do it with her mouth.
We enter the room.
You'll think I'm a slut.
For me, a woman who enjoys sex and gets excited to do it well is a slut. A single word that defines everything. I don't come up with a similar word for men and 'puto' isn't because it means something else. We're different.
Remember what's forbidden.
Of course.
We undressed, he sucked me again.
I saw you washing yourself but you still smell like cum. It doesn't bother me.
After sucking her.
Can't I put it in your pussy?
We already talked about it. I don't want to run the minimum risk of getting pregnant. Besides, what I felt in the ass didn't feel like that ever before.
I sucked his ass, lubricated his opening, put my finger in and when I saw the sphincter give way, I put another one in and heard her sigh while she shuddered all over.
He positioned himself at the edge of the bed on all fours, separated his knees, placed the entrance to his pinky little door at the height of my cock and waited.
I supported the tip and entered slowly. Now she was moving backwards making penetration easier. I moved, pulled her out, pushed her in, pushed to the bottom and had the sensation that she felt an orgasm.
After I sat on the bed and she sat on top of me, with one hand she put it in until the balls, she hugged me, breathed in my ear until she said:
Let's end in four.
Again I positioned myself at the edge. Under the lamp's light I saw my pink orifice slightly open, I put it back in and started pumping frantically until I finished, leaving me spent.
-Did you like how I broke your ass?
-I loved it. -He said.
The cock shrunk and came out, leaving a precious creampie visible.
-I filled your ass with cum. I said that to him.
You're a degenerate. He said laughing.
We rested for a bit. At one point he told me:
I was reading. The anus does not break, it dilates and then returns to normality, it becomes closed again but if you prod it a little it opens because the muscle remains soft. Do you know why they say to break one's arse?
No.
-Because it sounds hotter, just like saying dirty things during sex. Now I want to sleep.
In seconds she fell asleep naked and I stayed contemplating the beautiful body that was eating her husband's Portuguese. But his ass was mine, he waited 35 years to hand it over to me.
When we woke up I wanted to do a third round but Graciela didn't want to and I didn't insist.
We went to take an American breakfast and I took her to near her house.
We entertained the year-long wait by sending each other hot emails and chats.
There was a third time.
It was a beautiful powder that had been waited for 35 years.Graciela finished her vacations and returned to Brazil.For a time I didn't connect until I received an email, I repeat it so they remember how things were coming along.
What happened that afternoon was incredible. I had the fantasy of taking away my doubt about how it would have been if we had more experience and knowledge. Life was like it was and I don't complain, but who knows what would have happened if my dad hadn't come to work in Brazil. I said I'd leave at 18 but I entered university and buckled down to graduate. Then I fell in love, got married, had two kids.
I have to tell you that I still love my husband, but he's very formal in sex, doesn't do foreplay, doesn't play. Occasionally he fucks me and for the average number of times women talk about and hear it is enough.
I played more with you when we were kids than with him in 25 years. But I love him and am happy this way.
I was expecting it to hurt but it didn't hurt at all. And I think it lasted short.
I've been in therapy for a while. My psychologist always encourages me to seek the pleasure I'd like to have. I didn't know anything about you, I wasn't motivated to tell her, until now I felt like telling her. She said I was doing very well, that if I can do it again and if I have fantasies, try to make them come true, if they do come true and if not don't get depressed.
I have other fantasies. I'll tell you some more later.
For now they are just fantasies because here I don't feel like it, I don't see anyone who is as cool as you and if there was someone it would be a recent acquaintance and I wouldn't have the confidence I have with you.
Look how many years went by and I didn't feel ashamed to undress myself, just like before.
The only thing I'm saying is don't make a movie out of it. If I accepted it was because I had a desire for a long time and for pleasure, nothing more.
See you next time.'Time afterwards I would tell you about his fantasies. I think they'd fill another story.
That email encouraged me, I replied that I had loved penetrating her, that I had enjoyed breaking her ass a lot and I would have liked it to last longer although since it was the first time it was enough.
The emails and chats went back to being like those of two friends, although sometimes I would tell him that I missed his beautiful ass and he would say that he missed my cock.
I was counting down the days until the end of the year.
In October I received an email of yours that blew my head off.
I feel like I've regained my friend and confidant from my early years. With time, I'll tell you things that I need to tell, even though I told them to my psychologist it's not the same thing.
I searched for the pages you told me to and saw many photos and videos, read the stories. I was building a fantasy, I told it to the psychologist and now I'm telling it to you.
We're in your car at the turn of my old house, where you wanted to kiss me that night. You try again but I remind you that no kisses, so as not to confuse us. Then you tell me to suck it and I suck it until you finish in my mouth.
I'm going to tell you because I know you'll never think badly of me. The psychologist says it's okay to have fantasies, but they don't always come true and if they don't, don't despair.'
I have many desires for him
Finally the end of year arrived. This time she traveled alone, her husband couldn't due to work and the kids preferred receiving the year with their friends.
He arrived on the 30th, he was coming for a week. We called each other by phone and only saw each other again after midnight on the 31st.
I told him in the ear if we were going back to the Sheraton on January 6th, he said before because January 6 had the flight.This time wanted us to be at night, so on January 3rd at half past eight while it was getting dark I went to pick her up and as we were walking towards the hotel she was touching me and so she undid my pants for me from above, I was touching her between the legs every red traffic light.
We arrived, she went to the reception desk to look for the key and I to park. But this time we found ourselves in the lobby and went up together, in the elevator we desperately touched each other.
We arrived at the room and she wanted to go to the bathroom.
When I was leaving, I was finishing up undressing. She took off the short dress she was wearing, saw that it didn't have underwear and came straight to grab my cock, kissed it, sucked it, caressed my balls while saying:
What a beautiful nipple! How I missed her!
I let her blow me for a while and then I threw her on the bed, licked her tits, used the word 'pussy' with bites on the clitoris and lips, put two fingers in. She turned over and I licked her ass while she was twisting from pleasure.
He made me lie down, put a pillow under my belt and sucked my cock, balls and ass. It was true that he had been training himself.
I was going crazy. She put her cock in her mouth and after moving around up and down for a bit, she started sucking like she was drinking a mate.
We were shaking with nerves and pleasure. She was sucking harder while caressing my balls. She had told me that I wasn't allowed to touch them because they hurt the husband.
If you keep going I'll come
Without wanting to take the toy out of his mouth, he managed to say:
It doesn't matter.
He kept sucking, squeezing his cheeks until two jets of cum shot out, savored and swallowed and sucked until it all came down completely.
-And your cum is yummy you said. And then clarified - I haven't tried another but this one is yummy.
We rested for a bit. There was time to go to dinner, which was included, so we got dressed quickly and went to the dining hall.
The dinner was a buffet, we served ourselves exquisite dishes and took wine. After the dessert and coffee, we returned to the hotel.
In the elevator I asked him if that was his fantasy, he replied it was better than his fantasy. Since we were teenagers and he made me masturbate always thought how it would be, his wife rarely asked for a blow job and although she wanted it very much she wouldn't have dared to do it with her mouth.
We enter the room.
You'll think I'm a slut.
For me, a woman who enjoys sex and gets excited to do it well is a slut. A single word that defines everything. I don't come up with a similar word for men and 'puto' isn't because it means something else. We're different.
Remember what's forbidden.
Of course.
We undressed, he sucked me again.
I saw you washing yourself but you still smell like cum. It doesn't bother me.
After sucking her.
Can't I put it in your pussy?
We already talked about it. I don't want to run the minimum risk of getting pregnant. Besides, what I felt in the ass didn't feel like that ever before.
I sucked his ass, lubricated his opening, put my finger in and when I saw the sphincter give way, I put another one in and heard her sigh while she shuddered all over.
He positioned himself at the edge of the bed on all fours, separated his knees, placed the entrance to his pinky little door at the height of my cock and waited.
I supported the tip and entered slowly. Now she was moving backwards making penetration easier. I moved, pulled her out, pushed her in, pushed to the bottom and had the sensation that she felt an orgasm.
After I sat on the bed and she sat on top of me, with one hand she put it in until the balls, she hugged me, breathed in my ear until she said:
Let's end in four.
Again I positioned myself at the edge. Under the lamp's light I saw my pink orifice slightly open, I put it back in and started pumping frantically until I finished, leaving me spent.
-Did you like how I broke your ass?
-I loved it. -He said.
The cock shrunk and came out, leaving a precious creampie visible.
-I filled your ass with cum. I said that to him.
You're a degenerate. He said laughing.
We rested for a bit. At one point he told me:
I was reading. The anus does not break, it dilates and then returns to normality, it becomes closed again but if you prod it a little it opens because the muscle remains soft. Do you know why they say to break one's arse?
No.
-Because it sounds hotter, just like saying dirty things during sex. Now I want to sleep.
In seconds she fell asleep naked and I stayed contemplating the beautiful body that was eating her husband's Portuguese. But his ass was mine, he waited 35 years to hand it over to me.
When we woke up I wanted to do a third round but Graciela didn't want to and I didn't insist.
We went to take an American breakfast and I took her to near her house.
We entertained the year-long wait by sending each other hot emails and chats.
There was a third time.
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