Por la cola

I'm from a generation where women had to pretend that men opened their legs, and honestly, we were raised in darkness. Mothers didn't speak up, and if they did, it would end in tears. My old lady took the practical route maybe because she always knew what was going on, even when she pretended not to, all my classmates wanted to study female anatomy, and my two friends and I wanted to see the inflated thing. It was a trade-off. Add to that the broken or stretched-out elastics of my pants and finding two used tampons bought at the black market. With these antecedents, my mom acted accordingly. In short, when the rice burns, my old lady put an intrauterine device in me. She didn't explain it to me; she just said it was preventive. I was 16 years old. My first deduction was that it was a plug. Since my Booty had already been explored by some fingers, I started hysterical with the back door. While the guys were of my age, they would stop at the door. But one night, the firmness of an experienced one convinced me to go to a quieter place and then left me at his mercy with physical force and verbal threats, trance, and let him do it to me. I remember how much it hurt! How I begged them to take it out and the guy would say, It's over, it's over. Even today, I'm not sure if I fainted for a few seconds from the excruciating pain, the stitches that made me close my eyes, and that burning irritation that lasted several days. The dress was all wrinkled, dirty without underwear, he grabbed himself to clean up, and I walked with false steps due to tremors. I closed myself off for two years. The glass filled up until one Sunday afternoon (a day of rare thoughts, boring afternoons) Marcelo kidnapped me, taking advantage of the fact that the bar crowd went to the field. He came looking for me at home, took some mates with my old folks while I got ready (my old man wasn't sexy and was going out with a friend from the neighborhood) tight jeans and my sweater covering my butt to The belt. I took myself to the house, the old folks at Paso del Rey room where I lost my virginity a few months earlier. But that Sunday while he was cumming he asked why I wasn't giving him 'the little guy'. It hurts a lot I answered and then he started drilling into my brain for an hour about not asking how I clean myself up I locked myself in the bathroom with shame and fear, while Marcelo went to buy baby vaseline. It took a while and I was debating whether to stay or leave. He arrived, left the package on the bed, kissed me, and went to shower. I checked the package, focused on the vaselina. The guy came out naked, his athletic body (22 years old) his cock hanging already it's different and I trust him. He started undressing, I with small nervous shivers, stuttering if it hurts. While he was cumming he started preparing, took the baby bottle filled with vaselina liquid opened a pimple (which I later found out was a pediatric anesthetic for kids) laid me down on my stomach put pillows under my belly to lift my booty and started applying products and went in first one then two. I wonder if this is the list? Slowly he replied, looking for a towel got it wrapped with vaselina and using his fingers as a guide entered millimeter by millimeter. It hurt but was tolerable and I wanted him to adentró When I entered I asked him not to move. Soft, slow and instinctively Marcelo started moving. Slow, soft and instinctively I started giving myself. He found the rhythm and when he felt it cum I pulled out the condom and felt his explosion fall on my butt and back. I liked it. Marcelo always dominates me.