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When I entered the career quickly, I became friends with two girls, Elia and Ariel. We were very close and told each other almost everything.
The first one was a proud girl who had money, so much that when she turned 15, her parents gave her a trip to Spain. She was fair-skinned with a beautiful figure, although when I met her, her breasts were flat because she practiced ballet. She was beautiful and popular in our generation, besides feeling unattainable.
Ariel, on the other hand, was more relaxed and not as believed as Elia. She was curvy, with curved hips, a waistline, and like all chubby girls, she had good breasts, plus a big and round butt that showed off in tight pants. She was good-looking, although her attitude was very sugary and infantile.
By fate's whims, because the three of us failed a subject, we shared the last hours at university, we would already go out with the night entered, and I would accompany Ariel daily to her house (which wasn't far from mine). During those days, she would talk to me about her boyfriend and ask for my advice.
Everything normal until one day she was very sad and angry.
Already tell me what you have, you're all weird, I questioned while waiting for the bus.
It's that men are always the same, they don't care about having someone good and decent, they always go after the first slut who crosses their path, she lets out the venom.
Hey! Even I got hit, joked, always trying not to say bad words.
Well yes! You also later later when you see a short skirt like that, we made fun of that girl, she reproaches me, from the time I left her a little because I went out with a girl who didn't quite fit me well.
What I'm saying is, we're more animals than men.
Yes, sure. They always take her away.
Don't invent! What slut are you so angry about?
Remember not to mention it, it makes my mouth bitter, she sentences while we get on the bus.
We sit in silence for a moment and then she tells me the reason for her anger.
It turns out that she had found her boyfriend's flirtatious messages without wanting to, because the subject had left his phone on the table and they saw the notifications. It wasn't something that would incriminate him but it was a bit suspicious. Obviously, she didn't entirely believe him and set out to investigate further and in her search she found the Facebook of the aforementioned slut and showed me the picture.
Look at that slut! she said while showing me the image on her phone.
It was obvious, it was noticeable from a mile away, it was just like Ariel, chubby, although she didn't have the same defined figure, only the girl in the photo wore a very small mini skirt and the pose hinted at the curve of her buttocks; above, her breasts were pressed and raised with a blouse that looked like a corset, everything indicated that she liked to provoke.
See, tell me what you would do,
Well, first I would delete the conversation before entering your house or block the number temporarily, and as for the girl, who am I to deny her affection? I commented and she got upset.
No, silly! she said while giving me slaps on the arm. What would you do if you were me, menso.
Aaaaah, well, I would send him flying quickly and far away,
It's not that easy,
Really, it is easy, I replied but she got upset again.
It's just that we were doing well and everything, with his problems, but well. Then I see this and I don't know what he's looking for, or rather, the truth is I'm better off than her.
I won't discuss that,
So? So look at her, she looks very vulgar, where could they go if she dresses like that?
Well, I don't think she wants him to go out with her either,
Or does she mean that for a one-night stand it's worth risking the time we've been together?
Look, all men have a weakness and sometimes it's too strong, stronger than the head and heart. That's why maybe she's offering him that weakness.
What do you mean by weakness?
Look, it can be many things, from the girl knowing... Cook or be affectionate, or as in this case, get excited about something intimate. I don't know if you understand what I mean - I say to her when I see her face -. It's that sometimes, in passion, only one thing has to be given and if that thing is weakness, it often wins over everything... And well, haven't you already given that? Or have you done it already, you know.
—Did we do what? —she says, opening her eyes.
—You know! If we've already gone to bed... If we've already caught up then!
—Why are you asking me this?! —she says, totally red.
—Tell me and I'll explain.
—Well, if you're stupid! We've been together for more than 3 years, that's what any couple would do.
—Okay. So has he proposed something to you that you don't like?
—What does it matter to you? What are these questions?
—It's just that, let's say he proposes something to you that you don't think is right, whatever it is. Then maybe for him it's important and perhaps the slut who offers it will get it. I know it's not the right thing and that the other one should be worth more, but sometimes this happens.
She stays thoughtful in silence for a while, then changes the subject to break the silence. The path comes to an end, I leave her at her house and finish the day.
Two weeks passed since that and we had to work together on a project with the three of us (Elia, Ariel, and me), as she practically lived alone, we did it in her house. We finished quickly, it wasn't a big deal and we agreed to take something for the weekend, so on Friday after leaving Uni, we went to buy some beers and a bottle and went to her house.
During the party, she told Elia about her boyfriend and they coincided with me that it was better to send him away far away, but she still thought she would fight for her relationship, just like Elia was doing with her boyfriend, the two of them started taking more drinks and listening to short-vein songs. Elia, who drank the least, was the first one to fall, vomited in the bathroom and we took her to bed. She fell asleep deeply.
—I hate it when you're right! —she complains when we get to the living room.
—And now?
—What you said that day about my ... boyfriend, if it's true.
—Which of all things?
—What you said about her giving me something I don't have.
—But is it really asking for very extreme things?
—Well, some are very perverted things.
My alcoholized head went far away, what could he possibly ask for? A golden rain? Something about exhibitionism?
—How can that be things to see? Tell me, tell me.
—Because it's like he's obsessed with my backside —he says and pulls out his round and fleshy ass in all its splendor, trapped, imprisoned in the mesh of his pants without pockets, which left me seeing how tight his underwear was.
—Does he want to give you an anal and are you afraid it will hurt? I ask somewhat disappointed, wanting an anal was a bit common back then and there were already many girls who liked or allowed it.
—Yes but not just that.
—What else does he ask for?
—It's because one time he told me he wanted... to sit on my face or put his face like that, even with clothes... —she says sad and whispering.
—Aaaaah disgusting!
—¿How?! —he asks laughing.
—Because I say it like that, making a caracol.
—Sick!
—It's more common than you imagine, there are several girls who ask for it.
—I don't want to!
—Why?
—How why? It's a dirty place, disgusting!
—Well, you don't do it at the end of the day or when leaving the bathroom either, you have to prepare yourself.
—And how do you do it?
—Well, I like putting them on all fours, opening their buttocks and eating them, sometimes they're standing up and I bend down, also a 69 is beautiful to see —I explain and started getting hard, imagining all those poses with my friend's fat ass—sometimes if they adjust themselves straight in the 69 they end up sitting on your face.
She was looking at me with her eyes open and biting her lower lip.
—First you have to get used to being handled —I told myself and grabbed one of her buttocks with one hand.
—What's wrong with you! Let me go! —she said but was laughing.
—If you really want to convince that guy, you have to get used to being They felt my ass —I said and sent my other hand to her booties, while pretending and trying to lift it from her buttocks, squeezing that well-given ass as my hands couldn't cover it, the alcohol had erased the thin line of friendship and attraction because I'm a faithful believer that any friendship is based on the attraction of one or the other.
She licked me with her tongue, without shame, she responded due to the alcohol. I pushed her towards the nearest wall and when her back touched the solid wall, I turned her around. I re-erected my erection between her buttocks, pressed her large and soft breasts. She wasn't saying anything, just pulling out more of her ass towards my reaction.
I unbuttoned her pants and put my hands under her underwear, one determined to go straight to her wet sex and the other to massage her buttocks.
—So you must be used to having your ass squeezed all the time.
Ariel only moaned and breathed between gasps.
I lowered her pants with effort, it got stuck in her buttocks and when it finally came out, I could see it in all its wonder. I pulled out more of my ass arching my back, forming a large fleshy heart and in the center her closed anus, virgin (I could bet), and a fatty vulva with a little hair.
First, I gave her a couple of good slaps on the buttocks to make her flesh rebound, then I opened her buttocks to see her pink and shiny vagina due to how wet it was.
I put two fingers in her pussy while kissing, licking, and biting her large buttocks. She started moaning louder, I took out my fingers, licked them and unbuttoned my pants, she took advantage to walk like a penguin (due to the half-lowered pants).
In reality, we didn't care about the matter of the caracol anymore, the alcohol and the heat of seeing that big ass made me think only of putting my cock in there.
She got down on all fours on the couch, that ass just became bigger and rounder. I took out a condom from my pocket, put it on as fast as I could, positioned myself behind her and let go with one pull, squeezing her buttocks to Get to the bottom of her sex. I lost control, gave it hard, her buttocks were applauding on my abdomen, my testicles banging against her clitoris. I started slapping her, she just moaned and said: 'Oh, oh, oh... Yes, yes... Like this... MmMm... Oh, oh if...'
It was quick, the sight of my cock disappearing into her buttocks made me finish.
When the orgasm ended, I pulled out, removed the condom full of cum and fell half-dead on the couch. She adjusted her pants, was very quiet. I turned her around to see and smiled, she returned the smile, we heard noises from the other room.
' Eli, I hope no one heard anything,' she said and ran off to check on our friend.
I settled things up and she came back.
'Do you stay on the couch?' she asked without looking at me.
'Sure, no problem,' she said as she left, and I see her moving her ass that I just caught.
I reclined thinking maybe she only wanted to talk about her boyfriend's fetish but the alcohol played against us. All friendships start with an attraction, at first I was attracted to Elia but when things didn't work out we became friends, always thought Ariel felt attracted to me, I think it confirmed.
The next day everything was normal or as normal as possible, the three of us were hungover, helped clean up and left.
The following Friday, when we arrived at her house she stopped me with a: 'We need to talk.'
'Hey... What happened that day... When...'
'Look, we were drunk and weren't ourselves, it's better to leave it behind,' I hurried to say - 'Really, everything is normal.'
'Sure thing! Oh no, it wasn't that big of a deal, okay, already passed,' she said biting her lower lip.
But there's another thing I want to talk to you about.
'What is it?' I asked a bit nervous.
'It's just that if I get excited with my boyfriend... He'll be coming over on Sunday.'
'Okay? And why are you telling me?'
'I want to try the Caracol,' she whispered, her voice exasperated.
Immediately in my head rang out the words images of that night of drinks, that ass jumping out of the tight pants, leaving it as it should always be, free and without clothes to bother its flesh.
—Those were many details!
—Now it seems like you're feeling sorry for me, as if I didn't...
—he doesn't finish the sentence and there's a small uncomfortable silence.
—So... Do you need me to do something for you on Sunday? Do you need an excuse or anything?
—No... I don't need that on Sunday, I need your help on Saturday.
—How about Saturday?
—I want you to help me get ready.
I was surprised, my head started thinking of perverse things and Guinea porn movies.
—What are you referring to?
—Yes, like what position I can take or any advice you have.
—Of course, I'll write it down tomorrow if you like.
—No, come tomorrow morning, can you?
—Of course, you know that whenever you ask me for something and I can help, of course I will.
I wasn't going to refuse, maybe we would just talk, with luck I could see her in a provocative outfit. Maybe that fleeting passion would have been just one occasion, and in the end, that would be better than not having any memory of her.http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5466331/Caraculo-parte-2.html
When I entered the career quickly, I became friends with two girls, Elia and Ariel. We were very close and told each other almost everything.
The first one was a proud girl who had money, so much that when she turned 15, her parents gave her a trip to Spain. She was fair-skinned with a beautiful figure, although when I met her, her breasts were flat because she practiced ballet. She was beautiful and popular in our generation, besides feeling unattainable.
Ariel, on the other hand, was more relaxed and not as believed as Elia. She was curvy, with curved hips, a waistline, and like all chubby girls, she had good breasts, plus a big and round butt that showed off in tight pants. She was good-looking, although her attitude was very sugary and infantile.
By fate's whims, because the three of us failed a subject, we shared the last hours at university, we would already go out with the night entered, and I would accompany Ariel daily to her house (which wasn't far from mine). During those days, she would talk to me about her boyfriend and ask for my advice.
Everything normal until one day she was very sad and angry.
Already tell me what you have, you're all weird, I questioned while waiting for the bus.
It's that men are always the same, they don't care about having someone good and decent, they always go after the first slut who crosses their path, she lets out the venom.
Hey! Even I got hit, joked, always trying not to say bad words.
Well yes! You also later later when you see a short skirt like that, we made fun of that girl, she reproaches me, from the time I left her a little because I went out with a girl who didn't quite fit me well.
What I'm saying is, we're more animals than men.
Yes, sure. They always take her away.
Don't invent! What slut are you so angry about?
Remember not to mention it, it makes my mouth bitter, she sentences while we get on the bus.
We sit in silence for a moment and then she tells me the reason for her anger.
It turns out that she had found her boyfriend's flirtatious messages without wanting to, because the subject had left his phone on the table and they saw the notifications. It wasn't something that would incriminate him but it was a bit suspicious. Obviously, she didn't entirely believe him and set out to investigate further and in her search she found the Facebook of the aforementioned slut and showed me the picture.
Look at that slut! she said while showing me the image on her phone.
It was obvious, it was noticeable from a mile away, it was just like Ariel, chubby, although she didn't have the same defined figure, only the girl in the photo wore a very small mini skirt and the pose hinted at the curve of her buttocks; above, her breasts were pressed and raised with a blouse that looked like a corset, everything indicated that she liked to provoke.
See, tell me what you would do,
Well, first I would delete the conversation before entering your house or block the number temporarily, and as for the girl, who am I to deny her affection? I commented and she got upset.
No, silly! she said while giving me slaps on the arm. What would you do if you were me, menso.
Aaaaah, well, I would send him flying quickly and far away,
It's not that easy,
Really, it is easy, I replied but she got upset again.
It's just that we were doing well and everything, with his problems, but well. Then I see this and I don't know what he's looking for, or rather, the truth is I'm better off than her.
I won't discuss that,
So? So look at her, she looks very vulgar, where could they go if she dresses like that?
Well, I don't think she wants him to go out with her either,
Or does she mean that for a one-night stand it's worth risking the time we've been together?
Look, all men have a weakness and sometimes it's too strong, stronger than the head and heart. That's why maybe she's offering him that weakness.
What do you mean by weakness?
Look, it can be many things, from the girl knowing... Cook or be affectionate, or as in this case, get excited about something intimate. I don't know if you understand what I mean - I say to her when I see her face -. It's that sometimes, in passion, only one thing has to be given and if that thing is weakness, it often wins over everything... And well, haven't you already given that? Or have you done it already, you know.
—Did we do what? —she says, opening her eyes.
—You know! If we've already gone to bed... If we've already caught up then!
—Why are you asking me this?! —she says, totally red.
—Tell me and I'll explain.
—Well, if you're stupid! We've been together for more than 3 years, that's what any couple would do.
—Okay. So has he proposed something to you that you don't like?
—What does it matter to you? What are these questions?
—It's just that, let's say he proposes something to you that you don't think is right, whatever it is. Then maybe for him it's important and perhaps the slut who offers it will get it. I know it's not the right thing and that the other one should be worth more, but sometimes this happens.
She stays thoughtful in silence for a while, then changes the subject to break the silence. The path comes to an end, I leave her at her house and finish the day.
Two weeks passed since that and we had to work together on a project with the three of us (Elia, Ariel, and me), as she practically lived alone, we did it in her house. We finished quickly, it wasn't a big deal and we agreed to take something for the weekend, so on Friday after leaving Uni, we went to buy some beers and a bottle and went to her house.
During the party, she told Elia about her boyfriend and they coincided with me that it was better to send him away far away, but she still thought she would fight for her relationship, just like Elia was doing with her boyfriend, the two of them started taking more drinks and listening to short-vein songs. Elia, who drank the least, was the first one to fall, vomited in the bathroom and we took her to bed. She fell asleep deeply.
—I hate it when you're right! —she complains when we get to the living room.
—And now?
—What you said that day about my ... boyfriend, if it's true.
—Which of all things?
—What you said about her giving me something I don't have.
—But is it really asking for very extreme things?
—Well, some are very perverted things.
My alcoholized head went far away, what could he possibly ask for? A golden rain? Something about exhibitionism?
—How can that be things to see? Tell me, tell me.
—Because it's like he's obsessed with my backside —he says and pulls out his round and fleshy ass in all its splendor, trapped, imprisoned in the mesh of his pants without pockets, which left me seeing how tight his underwear was.
—Does he want to give you an anal and are you afraid it will hurt? I ask somewhat disappointed, wanting an anal was a bit common back then and there were already many girls who liked or allowed it.
—Yes but not just that.
—What else does he ask for?
—It's because one time he told me he wanted... to sit on my face or put his face like that, even with clothes... —she says sad and whispering.
—Aaaaah disgusting!
—¿How?! —he asks laughing.
—Because I say it like that, making a caracol.
—Sick!
—It's more common than you imagine, there are several girls who ask for it.
—I don't want to!
—Why?
—How why? It's a dirty place, disgusting!
—Well, you don't do it at the end of the day or when leaving the bathroom either, you have to prepare yourself.
—And how do you do it?
—Well, I like putting them on all fours, opening their buttocks and eating them, sometimes they're standing up and I bend down, also a 69 is beautiful to see —I explain and started getting hard, imagining all those poses with my friend's fat ass—sometimes if they adjust themselves straight in the 69 they end up sitting on your face.
She was looking at me with her eyes open and biting her lower lip.
—First you have to get used to being handled —I told myself and grabbed one of her buttocks with one hand.
—What's wrong with you! Let me go! —she said but was laughing.
—If you really want to convince that guy, you have to get used to being They felt my ass —I said and sent my other hand to her booties, while pretending and trying to lift it from her buttocks, squeezing that well-given ass as my hands couldn't cover it, the alcohol had erased the thin line of friendship and attraction because I'm a faithful believer that any friendship is based on the attraction of one or the other.
She licked me with her tongue, without shame, she responded due to the alcohol. I pushed her towards the nearest wall and when her back touched the solid wall, I turned her around. I re-erected my erection between her buttocks, pressed her large and soft breasts. She wasn't saying anything, just pulling out more of her ass towards my reaction.
I unbuttoned her pants and put my hands under her underwear, one determined to go straight to her wet sex and the other to massage her buttocks.
—So you must be used to having your ass squeezed all the time.
Ariel only moaned and breathed between gasps.
I lowered her pants with effort, it got stuck in her buttocks and when it finally came out, I could see it in all its wonder. I pulled out more of my ass arching my back, forming a large fleshy heart and in the center her closed anus, virgin (I could bet), and a fatty vulva with a little hair.
First, I gave her a couple of good slaps on the buttocks to make her flesh rebound, then I opened her buttocks to see her pink and shiny vagina due to how wet it was.
I put two fingers in her pussy while kissing, licking, and biting her large buttocks. She started moaning louder, I took out my fingers, licked them and unbuttoned my pants, she took advantage to walk like a penguin (due to the half-lowered pants).
In reality, we didn't care about the matter of the caracol anymore, the alcohol and the heat of seeing that big ass made me think only of putting my cock in there.
She got down on all fours on the couch, that ass just became bigger and rounder. I took out a condom from my pocket, put it on as fast as I could, positioned myself behind her and let go with one pull, squeezing her buttocks to Get to the bottom of her sex. I lost control, gave it hard, her buttocks were applauding on my abdomen, my testicles banging against her clitoris. I started slapping her, she just moaned and said: 'Oh, oh, oh... Yes, yes... Like this... MmMm... Oh, oh if...'
It was quick, the sight of my cock disappearing into her buttocks made me finish.
When the orgasm ended, I pulled out, removed the condom full of cum and fell half-dead on the couch. She adjusted her pants, was very quiet. I turned her around to see and smiled, she returned the smile, we heard noises from the other room.
' Eli, I hope no one heard anything,' she said and ran off to check on our friend.
I settled things up and she came back.
'Do you stay on the couch?' she asked without looking at me.
'Sure, no problem,' she said as she left, and I see her moving her ass that I just caught.
I reclined thinking maybe she only wanted to talk about her boyfriend's fetish but the alcohol played against us. All friendships start with an attraction, at first I was attracted to Elia but when things didn't work out we became friends, always thought Ariel felt attracted to me, I think it confirmed.
The next day everything was normal or as normal as possible, the three of us were hungover, helped clean up and left.
The following Friday, when we arrived at her house she stopped me with a: 'We need to talk.'
'Hey... What happened that day... When...'
'Look, we were drunk and weren't ourselves, it's better to leave it behind,' I hurried to say - 'Really, everything is normal.'
'Sure thing! Oh no, it wasn't that big of a deal, okay, already passed,' she said biting her lower lip.
But there's another thing I want to talk to you about.
'What is it?' I asked a bit nervous.
'It's just that if I get excited with my boyfriend... He'll be coming over on Sunday.'
'Okay? And why are you telling me?'
'I want to try the Caracol,' she whispered, her voice exasperated.
Immediately in my head rang out the words images of that night of drinks, that ass jumping out of the tight pants, leaving it as it should always be, free and without clothes to bother its flesh.
—Those were many details!
—Now it seems like you're feeling sorry for me, as if I didn't...
—he doesn't finish the sentence and there's a small uncomfortable silence.
—So... Do you need me to do something for you on Sunday? Do you need an excuse or anything?
—No... I don't need that on Sunday, I need your help on Saturday.
—How about Saturday?
—I want you to help me get ready.
I was surprised, my head started thinking of perverse things and Guinea porn movies.
—What are you referring to?
—Yes, like what position I can take or any advice you have.
—Of course, I'll write it down tomorrow if you like.
—No, come tomorrow morning, can you?
—Of course, you know that whenever you ask me for something and I can help, of course I will.
I wasn't going to refuse, maybe we would just talk, with luck I could see her in a provocative outfit. Maybe that fleeting passion would have been just one occasion, and in the end, that would be better than not having any memory of her.http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5466331/Caraculo-parte-2.html
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