Mi primera infidelidad - Karina

Hello my name is Karina and I want to tell you something that happened to me a few years ago, but something that marked me a lot. My first infidelity. Around 2 years ago I was dating the same guy and it was my first relationship in every sense, with him I had debuted and he was the only man who had taken me to bed. Our love started when I was 16 years old and the first time he cheated on me was when I was 18 years old and it was spontaneous, not planned with a friend from the neighborhood whom I knew since I was 14 years old and with whom I almost never saw each other, his name is German. I'm telling you that I am white-skinned, at that time I had long hair almost always tied in a horse's booty, my eyes are two precious brown lanterns and I have a smile that everyone praises. My measurements are quite normal for what they sound, 92-62-90, and my height is medium to petite. And what I like most about myself is my round booty which I am proud of, but which has its hours at the gym. German, my friend at that time was 19 years old. He's taller than me, at least a head taller, he's slender and his body is well-formed, slender and strong arms. With short hair and chestnut and beautiful dark green eyes. Everything happened one Saturday morning when I had stayed alone at home, my family had gone to San Clemente for a complete weekend and my boyfriend would see me only that night to go to the movies together. After breakfast, I went out to buy some empanadas for lunch and I crossed paths with this guy who hadn't seen in months. We chatted without any bad intention at least from my part, the one that preserved until seconds before I gave myself to him a few hours later. After explaining why I was having a solo lunch, we agreed to meet up later, under the pretext that he would pass by the house, something I thought wouldn't happen since it wasn't the first time we had planned to meet up and the meeting didn't concretized, but still hopeful that I hadn't noticed the difference with previous times, this time I was alone at home. And the afternoon arrived and the doorbell rang to wake me up from my somnolence, it was very hot, summer was running, and the clock marked around 3 pm. My outfit remained the same as the one I had put on in the morning, a short blue dress with short sleeves and black sandals. He, if he had changed, wore a gray Bermuda shorts and a blue shirt. We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and invited him to come in. My house has two floors and my room is like a balcony upstairs, where we settled since there's only air conditioning upstairs. There I committed the first mistake; without noticing it, I went up the stairs first and although I tried to cover myself with the short skirt of the dress, I'm sure I didn't succeed in covering everything, as I was wearing white cotton underwear. We chatted for a long time until we got comfortable, our friendship had been dusty for a while, but little by little I started feeling comfortable with him again, like years ago, and I relaxed so much that when I moved forward I was completely unprepared and my guard was down. While the conversation developed very comically and based on mutual memories, I realized he was looking at my legs, and I didn't mind, as any girl likes to feel looked at. Logical thought, if they look at me it's because I'm pretty, isn't it? basic thinking, and I didn't try to hide my legs, let him keep looking at them, which was funny to see since every time he caught me looking, I tried to hide the obvious and ended up worse. The mistake was that we were drinking beer, one that I had taken from my dad's fridge. And the girl didn't know how to drink back then, but as she wanted to make a good impression and the heat invited us to take it, I opened it without hesitation and the We took. According to my memory, everything started when we began talking about confessions and I mentioned that my boyfriend was the only boy with whom I had been in my life. And as he listened, he began questioning me, which ended with my legs open.

His questions were always about the same thing, and he kept changing the words until I answered what he wanted to hear from the first one he made, his interest was whether I had only seen a penis in my life.

And everything started like that... I don't know how, but somehow it suggested that if I didn't want to see another one, just see it and nothing more. He said I couldn't be 18 years old and have only seen one cock in my life, and that my friend was willing to show it to me from a distance, show it and nothing more according to him.

I took it as a joke, at least when we were younger, sexual topics were common currency, but this time not. He didn't back off, and although we both laughed, I felt really nervous, so I got up and sat straight on the sofa with my legs closed and holding my blue skirt against them to show nothing. But he kept going, and as I was being silly but didn't cut it off, I took the decision, probably thought that was the moment or never, and he was right.

He stood up from the computer chair and leaned against the wall, three meters away from me. The light was dim, the blind was low, so the heat felt less, and looking at me with a smile.

I didn't understand his posture against the wall, which was very uncomfortable given there were chairs and a sofa around, but I soon understood it, the silence was absolute, his back leaned against the wall, and his right hand disappeared under his blue sweater, I looked at him being silly, I didn't believe he would dare to do it and did, without saying anything, under his hand and put it inside his grey pants, and before I could react, he had already taken off his clothes and was holding his underwear in his hand.

What followed is hard to recount... Fear, panic and desires all together. I remember trying to stop myself from going down the stairs quickly, but he was in front of it and if I went down, I would pass just centimeters from his penis, so I didn't stop, but if I looked, and I asked him to get dressed. But he refused, his penis was exposed and although he wasn't touching it, it was growing on its own, his hands were around his body, and the penis grew alone while he looked at me.

For a few minutes, the situation prolonged itself, I sat hard with my legs closed on a sofa and he in front of me with his cock hard which I tried not to look at although I was dying to do so, and eventually did it, looked at him and then asked him to get dressed. And even though I begged him to do so, he told me it was different, that all penises are different even if they serve the same purpose.

My nerves rose quickly, and exploded when I realized I was dying to touch him but shouldn't, couldn't behave like a slut, couldn't betray my boyfriend, it was madness to give myself to German this way. Everything was spinning in my head, and I exploded with desperation, started crying from nervousness.

I took my head in my hands, not knowing what to do, unable to decide for myself, believing that if I didn't look at his penis, it wouldn't be there, wouldn't be standing still just a few steps away from me, but the illusion didn't last long, the silence was broken again.

If you show it to me. The extortion began. When he heard it, I lifted my head and saw him again, he was well erect, holding himself up in the air and laughing, but not touching his penis with his hands, just looking at me and repeating loudly. He wanted me to show it to him, pay him as if he had asked me to undress in front of him.

Our gazes crossed, both maintaining visual contact, but I was at a disadvantage, he knew it, and we stayed like that for a few moments, the few tears that fell quickly dried on my cheeks.

He wanted me to open The legs and the lie repeated themselves one and another time - If you do it, I'll keep it, just let me see your white underwear once. And already without knowing what I was doing, but with few hopes that it would end if I opened them, I separated, slowly from the sofa, sitting down, opened my legs enough for my skirt to rise and leave him observe my inner clothes from his position against the wall. I don't know how long I stayed with my legs apart and underwear in the air, but it were many seconds where I felt like his eyes were scanning me and concentrating on the start of my legs, and mine timidly landed on his penis and observed it without reserve. And panic returned when I felt or understood that I was full of sexual desire, I realized my nipples weren't normal, they were hard and not due to air conditioning, the fire was located between my legs, under the underwear, I desired it, I was with my legs well open eating with my eyes the cock of who could say was my best friend Baron, whom I really didn't know anymore after all these years and began to desire. And because of my little sexual experience with other men, and at least for me, this awkward situation, I closed my legs quickly and got up like a spring to flee to my room, which was next to the living room near the stairs where we were. And he followed me as he could, running to stop me, running with his loose penis and shorts on his legs, his intuition helped him not leave much distance, which prevented me from closing the door when I took him slowly by the arm and without letting go, I entered with him into my room and guided him to my bed where I finished sitting. There are two beds in my room, mine and my sister's, and between my bed and the wall, standing in that hallway next to the lamp table was he, waiting for me, his enormous penis already not three meters away, just less than a meter from my mouth to his cock but not I was still sure to get myself excited. And he knew it, his intuition warned him and he wasn't willing to leave without getting it. Slowly he knelt down, got down beside me, between my legs, and our faces were levelled out, my nerves were discharging tightly gripping the bed sheet I was sitting on. He tried to kiss me on the mouth, but dodged it, my eyes covered by my tangled hair due to nervousness didn't let him look at me, but this didn't bother him, if he didn't start kissing those lips, he would start with others.

Second Part

Kneeling on the carpet, his body was between my legs, and his hands took hold of my knees and opened them even more, the skirt of my short blue dress tightened and all my white underwear lay before his nose, which in a few seconds would finish rubbing against cotton. I felt the first contact from his fingers, soft ones lifted the elastic of the pantyhose by one leg, and slowly slid it under with the tip pressing my pubis on my vagina.

By that time I had already given myself over to him, imagining what was about to come, and even in sobs I finished giving myself over, letting my body fall back onto the bed, across it, my long hair flowing down the hallway between the two beds. His finger soon found its way, and his mouth kissed my legs, getting closer and closer until it made contact with the underwear and started to moisten it.

When feeling his hand slide under the pantyhose and his tongue run over the lips of my vagina, I came from pleasure, the guilt I felt wasn't so heavy anymore, I wanted to be there more than anywhere else, I was convinced of taking a risk and letting him suck me as much as he wanted, and it didn't take many minutes for me to start moaning. Slowly I started purring and moaning, twisting the bedspread with the contortions of my body, my torso was lying face up on The bed and my eyes only divided her head between my legs, legs that were no longer on the floor, already surrounding her head or remaining suspended in the air for as long as my physical condition allowed. The cotton gusset stretched without resistance as her tongue was accompanied by her fingers. Which entered and exited at violent rhythms from my interior, my vaginal lips relaxed and opened like a flower, all lubricated with my excitement and her saliva. The intensity of these increased at the same rate as my breathing, my mouth could no longer remain closed and my sighs and moans were audible throughout the room, my hands did not dare to hold her head, so after taking courage I used them to caress myself through the bra and dress, even with the clothes in between I could pinch my nipples because they were so hard and standing. And he, noticing the situation, using his strength, took off the bra straps from my shoulders and brought them brusquely towards him, descending them down my arms, taking the entire lapel of the dress to my navel and leaving my bodice visible which I quickly covered with my hands rubbing my breasts with excessive desires. My body arched as much as possible, his nose pressed against my body and sometimes went inside, his head rubbed against my legs every time he came up for air, a time I considered lost, the heat rose from the ring running through my entire body, I was sweating with pleasure, one of her hands held one of my legs and the other caressed the beautiful pubis under the stretched white panties that after that afternoon never saw again. My hands lowered the bra straps one by one, and without being able to undo it, the brooch was on the back so they made it descend to the area of my hips and waist, next to the top of the soler, and thus with my breasts free I rubbed them until cum, the Taking it with my hands and gently twisting the pink nipples with the tips of my fingers, satisfying myself with pleasure, my eyes only saw the ceiling and my head twisted in pleasure like my entire body, my sandals were already thrown on the floor and his tongue didn't stop sucking me. His mouth was completely concentrated on what I had between my legs and only briefly separated from it to know my breasts, not wanting to leave without knowing my nipples, which he sucked for brief periods, and which could be noticed that he enjoyed through the sexual comments he made to me, but despite kissing my tits, his greatest interest never left being what I have between my legs, a matter that never lost sight of. While biting my nipples, his fingers did the work down there, inserting them deeper and faster each time until he realized that my weak point was not depth, and dedicated all his tongue and lips to licking me without stopping, separating my vaginal lips well and putting the tip of his finger up searching for my orgasm which didn't take long to arrive. And it arrived accompanied by a soft prolonged moan, demonstrating the pleasure I lived in that moment, and ended up closing my legs until they hit his head, felt like I was coming and he must have savored the rest. It wasn't just an orgasm, I had a higher degree of excitement than normal for me, and I came with everything at the same time as my nipples were being squeezed by my hands. I felt fire between my legs and began to relax without changing position, but German didn't give me much time to breathe, kneeling between my open legs, took my hands and helped me sit up, and once I was sitting on the bed, he gently put his mouth on my breasts and savored them intensely with his tongue. Little by little, he started biting my nipples slowly, rubbing them with his teeth while his hands touched my waist and legs. Slowly I was recovering from the ecstasy, and still excited and flushed, I brought my hands to touch him for the first time, wrapped his neck with them and hugged him tenderly, giving him to understand that I was already ready to kiss him on the mouth, an event that did not take long to happen, and with just a little movement of his face from my breasts, I lifted his head and we merged in a forbidden kiss of complicity. Both released into each other's mouth different sensations, he only awaited the pleasure that I was obligated to give him, and I released the guilt I felt with images of my boyfriend turning over in my head. His kisses were strong, mine were tender, I knew that the guilt would stay after, and so it went down my orgasm like my hands, and from his neck, they fell onto my legs, and onto the body of the one who was on his knees between them. Brushing against me with my hand was the first contact I had with his penis, and it was enormous just as I had seen a few minutes before, with the minutes I took it in my hands and slowly began to suck him off, squeezing it gently while making the skin of the same rise and fall until it succeeded so much that the skin no longer covered it and my hand felt the huge head of this between my fingers well differentiated from the rest of the penis. Minutes later, and still having his cock in my hands, he decided it was time and began to get up slowly, until he stood in front of me with his penis in my mouth. I didn't try to avoid him for a second, I burned with desire to suck him off, and I released all my desires with him, kissing him incessantly while occasionally losing sight of each other inside my mouth, he adjusting my hair with his hands so he could see my face well, and after a while of having it in my mouth, I was encouraging myself to look at him, to suck him off while we had visual contact, something that I noted he adored and which from then on never let me stop using. A cruel weapon, speaking with your eyes, looking at him so that he feels like I'm enjoying what I'm doing, so that He could understand that I adored having his penis between my lips and smiling at him when my mouth was empty. My saliva would go from my tongue to his cock and form threads when it wasn't inside me, my hands pressing the skin of the penis downwards to leave the head fully exposed, which I savored again and again, dedicating myself to passing my tongue over the tip and the orifice of the tip, but not neglecting the rest, really having a strong desire to suck his cock, tremendous desires, I was intensely enjoying that moment while my body absorbed the orgasm I had just had.

He liked it very much to have the penis in my mouth because he spent a lot of time sucking him, trying every little piece of him, sometimes separating my lips from him and moving away from him to masturbate him with my hands in an appropriate way and look at his face not too close, and see how he enjoyed it, and then go back inside my mouth, feel the heat of him against my face, nose, lips, that's one of the things I like most about oral sex, feeling the heat of the penis, pure excitement, and as everything has an end this one took its time but arrived.

He also decided it, and taking advantage that my mouth was going down to his groin once more, he gently made me lift up.

I got up, put myself on my feet trying to kiss him, but he had other plans, while I stood still, he took me by the hips and sat down on the bed, and in less than a few seconds, my panties were already in his hands and sliding down my legs, passing through my knees to fall from my ankles to the floor, not like my dress that I always wear it around my waist.

The next thing I remember is that barely had I left without panties he got up like a spring and holding me by the hips made me advance on the bed, lifting me up onto it as if I were climbing, and so I ended up, with my knees on the bed, in the typical position on all fours, with my booty in the air like almost my whole body, although it wasn't this the way I was waiting to be penetrated by him, I admit that I ended up enjoying it. As soon as I finished getting into bed, German was already firmly standing behind me, holding onto my hips, looking at me naked and open for him. And slowly his hands moved from my hips to my buttocks, adjusting me in the correct position, and bringing my body against his. The first time I felt his penis, it only brushed against my vagina and continued on its way forward, my booty pressed against his pelvis, and his erect penis surpassed my navel, it was enormous, more than what I was used to receiving, and I realized this seconds later when he managed to penetrate me on the second try, suddenly opening up a path in my interior, separating my lips, forcing its way through until it reached the inside of my vagina. The first thing I felt was a slight pain, I was reaching unexplored depths, but when the heat went away, pleasure arrived. Again and again he would thrust into me without fully leaving my pussy, his hands dragging me against his body every time he pressed his pelvis against my buttocks, in brief moments I began to moan again, the roughness was pleasing me, I understood that they were taking me, not making love to me, it was just sex, his hands squeezing my buttocks, his legs crashing hard against mine, my hair already loose and uncontrolled moving at the rhythm of my head, which went up and down one and another time, up when I was being penetrated, down when he pulled out. And so, while my breasts hung and moved frenetically from back to front, almost without warning my second orgasm arrived, ended without hesitation, almost without realizing it was coming, I grabbed it unexpectedly and screamed with pleasure, a scream that must have been heard throughout the solitary house, a scream that energized German, in seconds one of his hands took hold of my hair, and didn't let me relax, with my wet vagina and still on fire, I kept riding for a good while longer, my My body was going and coming, my face was wet and my hair was sticking to my cheeks, the pleasure was indescribable, and like everything good has to come, and so I arrived, also without warning German. I pulled him out cumming myself on his semen. And excited he clung to me and we both collapsed onto the bed with his arms holding me without letting me turn over, hugging me from behind like a spoon. All his semen discharged onto me, something that let pass because I was so excited. All her cum was scattered across my vagina, my booty and legs. We rested like this for a few minutes until he started dressing and left taking my underwear as a souvenir without my consent, but that no longer bothered me. And thus ends my first infidelity, which kept me worried for a week since the good boy finished me off a little inside, and after feeling relieved it became one of my best experiences. Kisses. And I promise to recount the infidelities that followed this one in brief, as there were several more.