As a journalist who just started, I'm forced to travel anywhere in the country, no matter how remote or miserable it may be. All for a note that might interest our morbid readers. I work on a magazine about police cases or unusual news in general; those that don't spare even a pinch of sordidness. A month and a half ago, my boss told me to go urgently to a certain small town in the north because they had sent us some data that could be a bombshell for us. In a humble and ignorant family, a man with mental retardation had been confined for twenty years, and it seemed his sister had covered his sexual needs. The shameful confinement of a defective member and his sister's use of him sexually seemed like the perfect combination for our readers. And I won't deny it: it intrigued me and even got me pretty hot. In my mind, images and doubts mixed together. I thought the room of horror should be almost permanently closed, so the neighbors would think it abandoned, a kind of attic. I imagined it dirty, just like its only inhabitant. I saw the immoral woman regularly meeting her brother to celebrate an atrocious sex ceremony that he didn't fully understand but soon learned to exploit. Why did she prefer this forbidden love to the possibility of a normal discharge? Is it because he has a cock of enormous size, as is often attributed to the mentally retarded? Is that so? I wondered. I also saw the sister, carefree about her body already starting to lose shape, kneeling with her head at the level of her stupid lover's waist. And his grotesque cock launching innocent sperm on her face, which she enjoys with a certain satanic glow in her eyes. All this passed through my mind in just a few seconds. Do you see how quickly my imagination works?
of those who use soft words to talk about sex or anything else. But particularly not sex, no. Few times you'll hear me say vagina, bust, or sexual act; and less now that we're talking in confidence, don't you? Do you know what I think of obscene words? I love them because they have the power to make present the image of what they name. If I say penis, imagine, with luck, a drawing from an anatomy book, a harmless pink cylinder. But if I say cock, cock, or poronga... see a pulsating piece of meat with a purple end. When I'm having sex, I use them a lot. And you, what do you think? Do you prefer me to say I want to have anal sex with you, or that I whisper: I want you to break my ass?
I left on the first trip I found. It was fatal; I had to endure ten hours in a fourth-class bus. When I arrived at the town, I thought I was dying. Just a few blocks of very humble houses; no hotel, no hospital... Before doing anything or talking to someone, I went to a nearby city to find an important informant.
My boss found out about this case through a doctor friend who comes here once in a while. He works at a small first-aid station. One day the supposed only daughter of the Peralta family came to him with a rash on her groin that had been bothering her for a week. The doctor examined her and took some samples, I suppose from inside her vagina... Well, actually I don't know the details. What's certain is that he returned very worried about the results. It was a strange sexual transmission infection, harmless to the woman but mortal for the man. So the doctor demanded his patient reveal the name of her lover, as her life was in danger. Only then did María confess the terrible secret of her brother locked up for twenty years, not without asking absolute secrecy first.
It was important that I talk to this doctor. A rickety collective brought me to where he practices. stable manner.
The clinic was of the highest level, those that make you want to be a little sick so they can pamper you. As soon as I entered, they told me that Dr. Claudio Aróstegui, that's his name, was busy with some urgent case. I waited for about an hour until he finally appeared, apologizing profusely. I accepted them, of course; because I was already congratulating myself on the advantages of my job, the people who let me meet them. It was a dream: the typical man who gets in the way of any woman. The strange mix of physical solidity, delicacy, and beauty excited me immediately. I think he noticed it too, because after exchanging formalities, he proposed discussing our confidential topic at his home; and handed me the keys to wait for him until the end of his shift.
(I'm not playing along with those games! But I didn't mind, because if he liked me and wanted to keep me, I wouldn't stop him. In fact, my head was already working for him. I can't help it.)
At 5 pm, I arrived at his house. It was an old construction, but it was in perfect condition. I felt comfortable as soon as I entered. How would he manage to maintain such a large house in that state? Everything exuded good taste, moderation, and balance. The noble materials abounded.
The first thing I did was take a bath. My body needed it; besides, I was sure he would know me intimately when he returned. Just as I got out of the water, I checked that there were no towels in sight. I assumed he kept them in his bedside table. I walked naked to the adjacent room and, upon entering, saw my reflection in a mirror attached to a window that only allowed a few rays of sunlight. I liked what I saw - the dark wood and limited light made everything seem like an old photo -, and for a moment I felt like trying out poses. Seeing my stomach and booty, I understood why men went crazy. I started rummaging through drawers. Since I was cold, I didn't care. leaving everything intact. I didn't find any trace of towels, but the solution that came to me exceeded my fantasies. In one of the drawers I opened with agitation, I found something that still gives me electric shocks today. It was a supermarket bag containing his underwear for sending to the laundry. I started drying myself off with his boxers. The smell was sweet and slightly acidic. Deliciously oppressive. Maybe men don't know, but we love that smell. They say that smell is the sensation that brings back the most memories to consciousness. My head was buzzing and I didn't know what to choose. Like a little animal trapped in a metal labyrinth, I passed from one image to another. Then I masturbated with one of the boxers. I rubbed it on my pussy and legs, with the impatience of a glutton.
Something calmer, I got dressed in the best thing I found in my purse. I remember hesitating between the dark blue skirt or the grey-perl one. I wanted to impress him; I wanted him to see me as a woman with class. Finally, I decided on the fine woolen dress, pink-violet color, that barely suggests my booty and shows enough of my legs. A cotton corset white slip; little makeup and just a few drops of extract: beautiful and sober.
It had gotten dark when he returned. He was wearing different clothes. Everything was very good taste, of course. He thought it was fantastic that I had taken a bath, that I had followed his advice to feel at home. If only he knew how seriously I took his suggestion! Of course, I didn't say anything about the towel issue. During dinner, which we ordered from a restaurant, he told me the details of the case that had led him there. I asked him about the problem of getting information without the protagonists noticing it. We turned the question over in our minds for quite some time until he found an acceptable solution. You'll know when he continues with that part of the story, but now let me tell you what happened between We took the three crucial initiatives: moving to the living room, suggesting a drink, and warning or inventing a bad posture in my way of sitting. From there to the massages in his room, it was just one step. It was so obvious what we wanted that almost no detour was needed. I lay down offering him my back; but what I felt when he sat on me at the waist was his hard cock. This diluted what was left of the farce between us.
It turned out quite silly; the first thing he indicated with signs was to suck it, mostly dressed. I was lying looking up, and he pumped on my face, with his knees placed in the angle formed by my armpits. He literally grabbed me by the mouth. I feared that would be enough for him, that he wanted a blow job to finish in my mouth and nothing more. But luckily it was only the beginning; anyway, he wouldn't have let it happen. Maybe you'll wonder how I make those predictions. Women, or at least sensitive women like me, know when a man is about to finish us off in the mouth: we notice a slight contraction of the balls in the previous instant.
Still mostly dressed, he asked me to get on my stomach and started rubbing it against my Booty. It was a game; it seemed like an exercise for what would come next. Like an airplane that doesn't decide to land, his cock passed along a line that started from my ankles and ended at the birth of my buttocks, brushing and lifting with its glans the edge of my skirt, then elevating again later. I was dying with desire...! I didn't want a simulation of penetration; I decided to take charge. I turned around and we faced each other. I opened my legs as if to hug him with them. Then, after running my refined fingers along the elastic band, and while looking at him, I guided his cock. What pleasure! I felt like the heat was flooding me like a wave of toxic substances. With what force he did it...! Each thrust made me sink in. more on the bed. At one moment I wanted to look at the center of the action, because I adore seeing how it enters and exits. But it was impossible, because when it entered it did so with such force that it left me stiff and convex on the bed, and I could only look at the ceiling. It was evident that he had decided, and what a way!
He had managed to take off his pants and underwear, but I was almost complete; I still had my dress, which was already wet and wrinkled, and I hadn't taken off my bloomers except for pushing them aside so it could penetrate me. He helped with the bloomers, but wanted me to keep the rest. With gentle firmness, he turned me over and put me in the position of the puppy, with my skirt made into a thick cord around my waist. He opened my buttocks' cheeks and spat quite a bit of saliva into the hole. I shuddered; I knew what was coming. In general, I don't have problems with them putting it in from behind, but that cock... Mmm... I told him so. It calmed me down and started to roam around my fearful sphincter with his purple head. I don't know how, but he finally relaxed and started entering. Part of his knees were on my legs, causing a little pain. I understood the message; he was saying: you're trapped. I loosened up as much as I could and it entered completely. What pleasure!... Although the position limited my movement, I started moving my torso like I wanted to take hold of his cock by sheer force of ass... I didn't succeed: he took it out and put it back in at his whim... and with the rigor of a gardener who drives his spade into the black earth. He liked saying dirty words to me. My slut, Mamadora de pijas, Old, relaxed slut! At another moment I wouldn't have let anyone treat me this way, but it was catching on so well... The pleasure was so great that I let him keep going.
He asked me to follow him to the bathroom in the room. He lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down. Words weren't necessary; his cock was inviting me. I sat down and started riding. I saw that his excitement surpassed him; he didn't know what to do. His Hands were tracing my back, indecisive, as if they were searching for a place to settle on a surface too hot.
After he gently deposited me on the floor, but with some haste. I was ready for anything. He told me he was going to release all the cum he had in my face and it was a lot. My position was completely horizontal on the cold ceramic, and he was looking down at me from above, standing at the height of my head as if he were about to pee on my forehead. He started to agitate it. I looked at his balls. I noticed them rising slightly! I thought I had made a mistake, that it was too early for him to finish; but no. The descent towards my face began. His knees flexed until his cock was at the height of my nose. It seemed like a boiling pot about to explode: red, snorting, vibrating. Intense smell...
I closed my eyes... And a warm grey cord network fixed itself on my face. It covered me almost completely, but I could open my right eye and see that he wanted to give the final touch in my mouth. I opened it as wide as I could and positioned my head so nothing would be wasted. He was agitating his cock with passion... He succeeded! Oh, if he succeeded!
We bathed and slept like angels. The next morning, after breakfast, we parted ways; he to work and I to a hotel, waiting for it to rain. Yes, you heard that right; I couldn't appear in the town until it rained, that was part of our plan. Why did I end up at a hotel and not his house? Well, the doctor turned out to be married and his wife was returning from a conference that afternoon.
What we came up with was for me to show up in town saying I was his cousin. Apparently, I was traveling from Buenos Aires to visit him and bring him a very hard-to-find drug in those places. It wasn't anything more than an harmless placebo, but I would tell María, the sister of the retard, that it was necessary for the recovery of her forbidden lover. Logically, I would tell her in secret, like a bribe for her to let me spend the night in her house. I would simply threaten to reveal the truth. The sense of appearing on a rainy day was giving credibility, in front of my parents, to my need for accommodation. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough to start with. The gaps could be filled in the moment; after all, I'm a journalist, right?
Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long; by the third day at the hotel, I could leave in a rented car for my destination. I arrived around nine o'clock at night. Time was helping me: it was raining and the wind was terrifying. I parked the car in front of the Peralta house. It was one of those two-story houses from the early century that hardly exist anymore; somber and humid like a well. One of the walls facing a vacant lot was covered in plants-in-love-with-the-wall. I ran downstairs and knocked loudly on the wooden door with no doorknob. In small places, people are instinctively friendly and hospitable. The person who opened the door literally sucked me inside, and only after making sure I was safe did she ask what I was doing at that hour and in that weather. My little girl, I think were her confident words. I launched my prepared lies and some that came to me on the spot. She told me I had been lucky because the patient I was looking for was at home. It was incredible, but I hadn't suspected anything. And I didn't see anything suspicious about this typical fat woman from a dead town. Doubts crept in about the whole thing. Wasn't it a fraud by María to get out of that dead town's boredom? I was already getting disappointed when María appeared... Then I knew I was in the right place, and I would have my story.
María showed all the distrust she hadn't experienced with her mother. She was plump, around thirty years old, with thick and greasy skin. She emitted a faint rancid smell. When we were finally alone, I didn't waste any time. I felt that if I acted quickly and energetically enough, I could break her down. She listened to me with a Taut and hawk-like gaze. But to my surprise, after threatening to expose what was happening between her brother and her, I noticed an unexpected change in her attitude. Her expression changed rapidly; her face softened and a small childlike smile appeared. I thought I was facing a crazy person. I don't know what place I occupied in her system, but she started telling me the most scandalous details as if I were her college roommate and she were talking about her first date. She didn't hold back anything. Her brother wasn't really that. He was the only son of a wealthy landowner from the area, whom they had served as maids. Don Martínez, who was his name, had been raised by María's mother and appreciated him greatly. However, this did not prevent him from taking advantage of his daughter. Not only that, he tried to make his son manly with the same adolescent girl. (Between parentheses, maybe María wasn't so ugly at that time.) Anyway, she gave it up without disgust to the old man and the son. The truth tore my heart apart over the harsh fate of that woman.
Little before dying, the old man left her the ruined house. And also the stupid son, because he feared that some inescrupulous relatives would use him to get everything if he didn't disappear for a certain time. There was a complicated clause in the will, she said, explaining that strange request. It was thus that they decided to hide him; and without noticing, years passed. That's more or less the story. There's not much more to tell.
Except for one detail... She added that she didn't understand how she had contracted this venereal disease, since she only masturbated him when he seemed restless; it had been many years since she had let his monstrous member penetrate her. These words remained spinning in my mind. I know myself, and at that moment I knew I wouldn't leave without seeing him. Luckily, nothing on my face reflected the twisted heat that was starting to grow in my body. Or at least that's what I thought.
The guest room was on the top floor; to get there, I passed through the internal shed that served as a house to the phenomenon. My head was in action again. A huge cock... How could I know her? It was three o'clock in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I felt very tense; and, although I'm one of those who can't do it at home, I had to go down several times to a horrible bathroom that didn't have enough paper. I hate cleaning myself halfway.
When I went back up to my room after the third trip to the bathroom, I saw María leaving her brother's room. What could she be doing at those hours? She saw me and signaled for me to come over. Already at the door, she guided me as if she wanted me to listen by putting my ear against it. Then something extraordinary happened. With quick efficiency, she forced me to cross the threshold and closed the door... The darkness was almost total; only a candle prevented me from seeing anything. I was terrified, unable to do anything. The first thing I felt was the smell. I don't know how to illustrate it; it was a nauseating mixture. Maybe that's what triggered something in me and made me rush to the door. But it was useless; I was trapped. Something moved towards me. I didn't finish warning myself when its claws dragged me roughly to some kind of bed. It stank. I felt sick. He was naked. He was biting me without tenderness; I begged him not to reach my mouth. I woke up completely and started screaming. I think this excited him more, because I heard him emitting sounds that were certainly not human. However, it didn't scare me. Fury took the place of fear and I started kicking, biting, scratching, and...
I had descended to the point where we are just one idea. I wanted to get rid of him from my body like scales from foreign skin.
We rolled off the bed onto the floor; I, an animal protecting its young; and he, a primate in heat. I hadn't had time to think about what his sister had said about his cock, but at that moment I felt a pressure on my leg. And then, for an instant, I felt something that I can't describe as warmth but rather as a glimpse of curiosity.
He was incredibly strong. He knocked me down onto the rough floor. blanket. I was wearing a silk nightgown with a short skirt and an orange thong. With brusqueness, while I was buried in the bed, it started to tear it apart into strips, leaving me completely naked. I think it was a dazzling sight, because its expressions of beast were sometimes those of a crying child. Now I can understand; somehow it signified a flash of softness and beauty in his confinement. But at that moment I wasn't there to be moved; I was seriously in danger.
I was spinning around his bed like a madman, not letting go of me with one of its hands, pressing my waist. I had started to recover my mental integrity, and I wondered what rite I was in. Despite being crazy, this calmed me down. I probably thought that everything would end in a grotesque animal ceremony, which wouldn't go any further. I was wrong. It started licking my ass. In another situation I would have been annoyed because I wasn't completely clean, but this animal didn't seem to care, and I hated it. Literally, it plunged its tongue into my hole. It sniffed, bit, and licked, in the middle of a sauce of saliva and shit... That's when I had the idea that would be my downfall. I defended myself with what was at my disposal. I took advantage of the circumstance of being held by my waist to make my best effort rectally. I didn't achieve much, but I thought it would be enough to scare it off. It was my downfall because not only was it useless, but it seemed to warm me up more.
And something broke in my mental organization.
I let myself be dominated by a sense of collapse. All I had was one idea: being roughly possessed. Falling imperceptibly humiliated in a crowd. I felt a never-before-experienced sensation of degradation.
But what do I do, how do I indicate to it that now I want to submit? As I could, I managed to free myself from its grasp and started touching its balls. Its cock was truly enormous at first. It seemed surprised. My eyes had adapted to the darkness, and I could see its wide... Pale face; she was watching me with anticipation. I kept going ahead. I took that formidable piece in my hands and started to screw it. If the crazy woman hadn't lied, that's all her sexuality had been limited to in the last years. It worked; that thing started growing between my hands. Hard, it was terrifying, but I was willing to let myself get screwed. The situation turned around; now she was as docile as a puppy. What happened afterwards has gotten lost from my memory a bit. But somehow I managed to make her put it in me. Oh, the pain at first! I thought I wouldn't be able to take it; it was some kind of inverted birth. I twisted, groaned, screamed and cried when that piston flooded me. I lifted my head slightly and, after running away from the exhausted monkey pressing my chest, contemplated my poor pussy, overflowing and sticky. Unbelievably, I brought my hand there and brought the fingers smeared with it to my mouth. It was then that I noticed the door, which was open! María and her mother were looking at me with a complicit smile.
They both screwed me! Again, my weakness... Nothing else happened that night worth mentioning. Simply I gathered my things and left. I'd see what excuse we'd come up with for Claudio to tell my director. But that's another story.
Adrián
of those who use soft words to talk about sex or anything else. But particularly not sex, no. Few times you'll hear me say vagina, bust, or sexual act; and less now that we're talking in confidence, don't you? Do you know what I think of obscene words? I love them because they have the power to make present the image of what they name. If I say penis, imagine, with luck, a drawing from an anatomy book, a harmless pink cylinder. But if I say cock, cock, or poronga... see a pulsating piece of meat with a purple end. When I'm having sex, I use them a lot. And you, what do you think? Do you prefer me to say I want to have anal sex with you, or that I whisper: I want you to break my ass?
I left on the first trip I found. It was fatal; I had to endure ten hours in a fourth-class bus. When I arrived at the town, I thought I was dying. Just a few blocks of very humble houses; no hotel, no hospital... Before doing anything or talking to someone, I went to a nearby city to find an important informant.
My boss found out about this case through a doctor friend who comes here once in a while. He works at a small first-aid station. One day the supposed only daughter of the Peralta family came to him with a rash on her groin that had been bothering her for a week. The doctor examined her and took some samples, I suppose from inside her vagina... Well, actually I don't know the details. What's certain is that he returned very worried about the results. It was a strange sexual transmission infection, harmless to the woman but mortal for the man. So the doctor demanded his patient reveal the name of her lover, as her life was in danger. Only then did María confess the terrible secret of her brother locked up for twenty years, not without asking absolute secrecy first.
It was important that I talk to this doctor. A rickety collective brought me to where he practices. stable manner.
The clinic was of the highest level, those that make you want to be a little sick so they can pamper you. As soon as I entered, they told me that Dr. Claudio Aróstegui, that's his name, was busy with some urgent case. I waited for about an hour until he finally appeared, apologizing profusely. I accepted them, of course; because I was already congratulating myself on the advantages of my job, the people who let me meet them. It was a dream: the typical man who gets in the way of any woman. The strange mix of physical solidity, delicacy, and beauty excited me immediately. I think he noticed it too, because after exchanging formalities, he proposed discussing our confidential topic at his home; and handed me the keys to wait for him until the end of his shift.
(I'm not playing along with those games! But I didn't mind, because if he liked me and wanted to keep me, I wouldn't stop him. In fact, my head was already working for him. I can't help it.)
At 5 pm, I arrived at his house. It was an old construction, but it was in perfect condition. I felt comfortable as soon as I entered. How would he manage to maintain such a large house in that state? Everything exuded good taste, moderation, and balance. The noble materials abounded.
The first thing I did was take a bath. My body needed it; besides, I was sure he would know me intimately when he returned. Just as I got out of the water, I checked that there were no towels in sight. I assumed he kept them in his bedside table. I walked naked to the adjacent room and, upon entering, saw my reflection in a mirror attached to a window that only allowed a few rays of sunlight. I liked what I saw - the dark wood and limited light made everything seem like an old photo -, and for a moment I felt like trying out poses. Seeing my stomach and booty, I understood why men went crazy. I started rummaging through drawers. Since I was cold, I didn't care. leaving everything intact. I didn't find any trace of towels, but the solution that came to me exceeded my fantasies. In one of the drawers I opened with agitation, I found something that still gives me electric shocks today. It was a supermarket bag containing his underwear for sending to the laundry. I started drying myself off with his boxers. The smell was sweet and slightly acidic. Deliciously oppressive. Maybe men don't know, but we love that smell. They say that smell is the sensation that brings back the most memories to consciousness. My head was buzzing and I didn't know what to choose. Like a little animal trapped in a metal labyrinth, I passed from one image to another. Then I masturbated with one of the boxers. I rubbed it on my pussy and legs, with the impatience of a glutton.
Something calmer, I got dressed in the best thing I found in my purse. I remember hesitating between the dark blue skirt or the grey-perl one. I wanted to impress him; I wanted him to see me as a woman with class. Finally, I decided on the fine woolen dress, pink-violet color, that barely suggests my booty and shows enough of my legs. A cotton corset white slip; little makeup and just a few drops of extract: beautiful and sober.
It had gotten dark when he returned. He was wearing different clothes. Everything was very good taste, of course. He thought it was fantastic that I had taken a bath, that I had followed his advice to feel at home. If only he knew how seriously I took his suggestion! Of course, I didn't say anything about the towel issue. During dinner, which we ordered from a restaurant, he told me the details of the case that had led him there. I asked him about the problem of getting information without the protagonists noticing it. We turned the question over in our minds for quite some time until he found an acceptable solution. You'll know when he continues with that part of the story, but now let me tell you what happened between We took the three crucial initiatives: moving to the living room, suggesting a drink, and warning or inventing a bad posture in my way of sitting. From there to the massages in his room, it was just one step. It was so obvious what we wanted that almost no detour was needed. I lay down offering him my back; but what I felt when he sat on me at the waist was his hard cock. This diluted what was left of the farce between us.
It turned out quite silly; the first thing he indicated with signs was to suck it, mostly dressed. I was lying looking up, and he pumped on my face, with his knees placed in the angle formed by my armpits. He literally grabbed me by the mouth. I feared that would be enough for him, that he wanted a blow job to finish in my mouth and nothing more. But luckily it was only the beginning; anyway, he wouldn't have let it happen. Maybe you'll wonder how I make those predictions. Women, or at least sensitive women like me, know when a man is about to finish us off in the mouth: we notice a slight contraction of the balls in the previous instant.
Still mostly dressed, he asked me to get on my stomach and started rubbing it against my Booty. It was a game; it seemed like an exercise for what would come next. Like an airplane that doesn't decide to land, his cock passed along a line that started from my ankles and ended at the birth of my buttocks, brushing and lifting with its glans the edge of my skirt, then elevating again later. I was dying with desire...! I didn't want a simulation of penetration; I decided to take charge. I turned around and we faced each other. I opened my legs as if to hug him with them. Then, after running my refined fingers along the elastic band, and while looking at him, I guided his cock. What pleasure! I felt like the heat was flooding me like a wave of toxic substances. With what force he did it...! Each thrust made me sink in. more on the bed. At one moment I wanted to look at the center of the action, because I adore seeing how it enters and exits. But it was impossible, because when it entered it did so with such force that it left me stiff and convex on the bed, and I could only look at the ceiling. It was evident that he had decided, and what a way!
He had managed to take off his pants and underwear, but I was almost complete; I still had my dress, which was already wet and wrinkled, and I hadn't taken off my bloomers except for pushing them aside so it could penetrate me. He helped with the bloomers, but wanted me to keep the rest. With gentle firmness, he turned me over and put me in the position of the puppy, with my skirt made into a thick cord around my waist. He opened my buttocks' cheeks and spat quite a bit of saliva into the hole. I shuddered; I knew what was coming. In general, I don't have problems with them putting it in from behind, but that cock... Mmm... I told him so. It calmed me down and started to roam around my fearful sphincter with his purple head. I don't know how, but he finally relaxed and started entering. Part of his knees were on my legs, causing a little pain. I understood the message; he was saying: you're trapped. I loosened up as much as I could and it entered completely. What pleasure!... Although the position limited my movement, I started moving my torso like I wanted to take hold of his cock by sheer force of ass... I didn't succeed: he took it out and put it back in at his whim... and with the rigor of a gardener who drives his spade into the black earth. He liked saying dirty words to me. My slut, Mamadora de pijas, Old, relaxed slut! At another moment I wouldn't have let anyone treat me this way, but it was catching on so well... The pleasure was so great that I let him keep going.
He asked me to follow him to the bathroom in the room. He lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down. Words weren't necessary; his cock was inviting me. I sat down and started riding. I saw that his excitement surpassed him; he didn't know what to do. His Hands were tracing my back, indecisive, as if they were searching for a place to settle on a surface too hot.
After he gently deposited me on the floor, but with some haste. I was ready for anything. He told me he was going to release all the cum he had in my face and it was a lot. My position was completely horizontal on the cold ceramic, and he was looking down at me from above, standing at the height of my head as if he were about to pee on my forehead. He started to agitate it. I looked at his balls. I noticed them rising slightly! I thought I had made a mistake, that it was too early for him to finish; but no. The descent towards my face began. His knees flexed until his cock was at the height of my nose. It seemed like a boiling pot about to explode: red, snorting, vibrating. Intense smell...
I closed my eyes... And a warm grey cord network fixed itself on my face. It covered me almost completely, but I could open my right eye and see that he wanted to give the final touch in my mouth. I opened it as wide as I could and positioned my head so nothing would be wasted. He was agitating his cock with passion... He succeeded! Oh, if he succeeded!
We bathed and slept like angels. The next morning, after breakfast, we parted ways; he to work and I to a hotel, waiting for it to rain. Yes, you heard that right; I couldn't appear in the town until it rained, that was part of our plan. Why did I end up at a hotel and not his house? Well, the doctor turned out to be married and his wife was returning from a conference that afternoon.
What we came up with was for me to show up in town saying I was his cousin. Apparently, I was traveling from Buenos Aires to visit him and bring him a very hard-to-find drug in those places. It wasn't anything more than an harmless placebo, but I would tell María, the sister of the retard, that it was necessary for the recovery of her forbidden lover. Logically, I would tell her in secret, like a bribe for her to let me spend the night in her house. I would simply threaten to reveal the truth. The sense of appearing on a rainy day was giving credibility, in front of my parents, to my need for accommodation. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough to start with. The gaps could be filled in the moment; after all, I'm a journalist, right?
Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long; by the third day at the hotel, I could leave in a rented car for my destination. I arrived around nine o'clock at night. Time was helping me: it was raining and the wind was terrifying. I parked the car in front of the Peralta house. It was one of those two-story houses from the early century that hardly exist anymore; somber and humid like a well. One of the walls facing a vacant lot was covered in plants-in-love-with-the-wall. I ran downstairs and knocked loudly on the wooden door with no doorknob. In small places, people are instinctively friendly and hospitable. The person who opened the door literally sucked me inside, and only after making sure I was safe did she ask what I was doing at that hour and in that weather. My little girl, I think were her confident words. I launched my prepared lies and some that came to me on the spot. She told me I had been lucky because the patient I was looking for was at home. It was incredible, but I hadn't suspected anything. And I didn't see anything suspicious about this typical fat woman from a dead town. Doubts crept in about the whole thing. Wasn't it a fraud by María to get out of that dead town's boredom? I was already getting disappointed when María appeared... Then I knew I was in the right place, and I would have my story.
María showed all the distrust she hadn't experienced with her mother. She was plump, around thirty years old, with thick and greasy skin. She emitted a faint rancid smell. When we were finally alone, I didn't waste any time. I felt that if I acted quickly and energetically enough, I could break her down. She listened to me with a Taut and hawk-like gaze. But to my surprise, after threatening to expose what was happening between her brother and her, I noticed an unexpected change in her attitude. Her expression changed rapidly; her face softened and a small childlike smile appeared. I thought I was facing a crazy person. I don't know what place I occupied in her system, but she started telling me the most scandalous details as if I were her college roommate and she were talking about her first date. She didn't hold back anything. Her brother wasn't really that. He was the only son of a wealthy landowner from the area, whom they had served as maids. Don Martínez, who was his name, had been raised by María's mother and appreciated him greatly. However, this did not prevent him from taking advantage of his daughter. Not only that, he tried to make his son manly with the same adolescent girl. (Between parentheses, maybe María wasn't so ugly at that time.) Anyway, she gave it up without disgust to the old man and the son. The truth tore my heart apart over the harsh fate of that woman.
Little before dying, the old man left her the ruined house. And also the stupid son, because he feared that some inescrupulous relatives would use him to get everything if he didn't disappear for a certain time. There was a complicated clause in the will, she said, explaining that strange request. It was thus that they decided to hide him; and without noticing, years passed. That's more or less the story. There's not much more to tell.
Except for one detail... She added that she didn't understand how she had contracted this venereal disease, since she only masturbated him when he seemed restless; it had been many years since she had let his monstrous member penetrate her. These words remained spinning in my mind. I know myself, and at that moment I knew I wouldn't leave without seeing him. Luckily, nothing on my face reflected the twisted heat that was starting to grow in my body. Or at least that's what I thought.
The guest room was on the top floor; to get there, I passed through the internal shed that served as a house to the phenomenon. My head was in action again. A huge cock... How could I know her? It was three o'clock in the morning and I couldn't sleep. I felt very tense; and, although I'm one of those who can't do it at home, I had to go down several times to a horrible bathroom that didn't have enough paper. I hate cleaning myself halfway.
When I went back up to my room after the third trip to the bathroom, I saw María leaving her brother's room. What could she be doing at those hours? She saw me and signaled for me to come over. Already at the door, she guided me as if she wanted me to listen by putting my ear against it. Then something extraordinary happened. With quick efficiency, she forced me to cross the threshold and closed the door... The darkness was almost total; only a candle prevented me from seeing anything. I was terrified, unable to do anything. The first thing I felt was the smell. I don't know how to illustrate it; it was a nauseating mixture. Maybe that's what triggered something in me and made me rush to the door. But it was useless; I was trapped. Something moved towards me. I didn't finish warning myself when its claws dragged me roughly to some kind of bed. It stank. I felt sick. He was naked. He was biting me without tenderness; I begged him not to reach my mouth. I woke up completely and started screaming. I think this excited him more, because I heard him emitting sounds that were certainly not human. However, it didn't scare me. Fury took the place of fear and I started kicking, biting, scratching, and...
I had descended to the point where we are just one idea. I wanted to get rid of him from my body like scales from foreign skin.
We rolled off the bed onto the floor; I, an animal protecting its young; and he, a primate in heat. I hadn't had time to think about what his sister had said about his cock, but at that moment I felt a pressure on my leg. And then, for an instant, I felt something that I can't describe as warmth but rather as a glimpse of curiosity.
He was incredibly strong. He knocked me down onto the rough floor. blanket. I was wearing a silk nightgown with a short skirt and an orange thong. With brusqueness, while I was buried in the bed, it started to tear it apart into strips, leaving me completely naked. I think it was a dazzling sight, because its expressions of beast were sometimes those of a crying child. Now I can understand; somehow it signified a flash of softness and beauty in his confinement. But at that moment I wasn't there to be moved; I was seriously in danger.
I was spinning around his bed like a madman, not letting go of me with one of its hands, pressing my waist. I had started to recover my mental integrity, and I wondered what rite I was in. Despite being crazy, this calmed me down. I probably thought that everything would end in a grotesque animal ceremony, which wouldn't go any further. I was wrong. It started licking my ass. In another situation I would have been annoyed because I wasn't completely clean, but this animal didn't seem to care, and I hated it. Literally, it plunged its tongue into my hole. It sniffed, bit, and licked, in the middle of a sauce of saliva and shit... That's when I had the idea that would be my downfall. I defended myself with what was at my disposal. I took advantage of the circumstance of being held by my waist to make my best effort rectally. I didn't achieve much, but I thought it would be enough to scare it off. It was my downfall because not only was it useless, but it seemed to warm me up more.
And something broke in my mental organization.
I let myself be dominated by a sense of collapse. All I had was one idea: being roughly possessed. Falling imperceptibly humiliated in a crowd. I felt a never-before-experienced sensation of degradation.
But what do I do, how do I indicate to it that now I want to submit? As I could, I managed to free myself from its grasp and started touching its balls. Its cock was truly enormous at first. It seemed surprised. My eyes had adapted to the darkness, and I could see its wide... Pale face; she was watching me with anticipation. I kept going ahead. I took that formidable piece in my hands and started to screw it. If the crazy woman hadn't lied, that's all her sexuality had been limited to in the last years. It worked; that thing started growing between my hands. Hard, it was terrifying, but I was willing to let myself get screwed. The situation turned around; now she was as docile as a puppy. What happened afterwards has gotten lost from my memory a bit. But somehow I managed to make her put it in me. Oh, the pain at first! I thought I wouldn't be able to take it; it was some kind of inverted birth. I twisted, groaned, screamed and cried when that piston flooded me. I lifted my head slightly and, after running away from the exhausted monkey pressing my chest, contemplated my poor pussy, overflowing and sticky. Unbelievably, I brought my hand there and brought the fingers smeared with it to my mouth. It was then that I noticed the door, which was open! María and her mother were looking at me with a complicit smile.
They both screwed me! Again, my weakness... Nothing else happened that night worth mentioning. Simply I gathered my things and left. I'd see what excuse we'd come up with for Claudio to tell my director. But that's another story.
Adrián
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