I call myself Julia, I'm 22 years old, I'm 1.65 meters tall and have a nice body with fairly large breasts and a booty that my friends say isn't bad at all. Since I was 17, I've been with my boyfriend Santiago. Until the moment I'll tell you about, he was the only person I'd had sex with, and even though I'd been with many other men since then, believe me when I say it's just a matter of heat, because Santi is the person I love most in the world, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
I don't know how it all started, but the thing is that I found out that one of my brother's friends, whom I'll call Rodrigo, was also known as Tripa. People who live in my country will know that the reason for such a nickname couldn't be anything other than what he had between his legs, and this generated a little curiosity.
Although I'd never been very adventurous when it came to sex, and I'd never wanted anything more than what my boyfriend could offer me, after getting online I realized how much I could get excited by seeing enormous penises, much larger than Santi's, which isn't bad but could be better. And then there were the comments from my friends, some of whom had had relations outside their partnership and told me how well they'd done.
I could see each of the huge cocks on the Internet, and touch myself thinking about them, but deep down I knew that what really interested me was Rodrigo's. It was like this that without thinking about the consequences, I created a false msn account and added him to find out more about him. I lied by saying I was from a city in the interior, and we started getting to know each other little by little.
With the excitement I had, it didn't take long before our conversations started getting hotter. Then he asked if I could send him some photo of mine that would excite him, and at that very moment I sent him a photo of me in underwear, where you can barely see anything. The face. He then commented that I had a certain resemblance to one of his acquaintances, and to show me how he left that photo, he sent me a webcam invitation. It was like seeing it and getting wet, his nickname couldn't sit better with him. A cock that according to him measured 20 by 5 CMS, with an enormous head from where thick veins bulged out, inflating the skin as it rose and fell in rhythm with his hand every time. My fingers immediately sank into my humid vagina, and rubbing myself with force I reached an orgasm that seemed never to end, until finally I could see his semen dripping down his abdomen and with a small cry I ended my masturbation. Throughout that whole day I felt something of guilt, for having betrayed Santiago in some way, but when my heat returned I forgot about it and went back to touching myself thinking of Rodrigo. The following days were similar, every now and then we'd meet up on the chat, I'd send him photos of myself taking care not to show my face and he'd masturbate in front of me in his room. The sensation was incredible, at night I could see him thinking about my photos and unloading his semen like a volcano, and the next day I'd talk to him about any topic trying not to show how much I got excited by the enormous bulge in his pants, even though I noticed he started looking at me with other eyes, maybe relating my body to that girl who came back to drive him crazy at night. I thought it would be enough and it was time to go back to normal with Santi, but I had just begun to discover how addictive my excitement could be, soon it wasn't enough to see him on the Internet, I needed to feel that cock I imagined every time I made love with my boyfriend, leading me to innumerable orgasms. It hurt to cheat on Santiago, but I couldn't contain my heat, I needed to calm it down somehow, and besides he wouldn't even suspect after all those years of absolute fidelity. I was like that for a whole week. ideating the way to be alone with him, and during the five days I endured this stoically his suggestive gazes and comments every time my brother couldn't hear it. Finally, Saturday arrived, and after thinking about it a lot I decided to look for something more. I had intentionally mixed some of my papers among his notes from college, and under the excuse of recovering them I went to his apartment where he lived alone, away from his family. Upon entering, I could see the computer, the armchair where he would recline to show himself to me, and even the napkins he used to wipe off semen after cum.
He returned my lost papers, and before I could leave, I asked him if I could use his computer, claiming that internet wasn't working at home.
He hesitated for a second, and quick on my feet, I sat down in front of the monitor and asked him to bring me something to drink, since the street heat was oppressive.
I didn't have to look far, as one of his documents had a folder with the same name he used when chatting with me.
- What are you doing, girl? - He yelled at seeing a photo of me lying on my back with my booty pointing towards the camera.
- Nothing - I replied calmly. – I was looking at your friends' photos -
This didn't seem to impress him and almost pushing me, he tried every way to get the image off the screen.
- Don't make a fuss, Rodri, I like these photos. I have some of mine too.
He looked at me unable to believe it, and taking back control of the computer, I quickly opened his email account used for chatting with him and showed him some photos I thought I'd send him in the next few days.
- But then... are you me? His face was one of complete surprise.
I didn't let him think too much, smiled at him and took hold of his head to bring my tongue between his lips.
He immediately pulled me towards the armchair and let himself fall on top of me, while not stopping kissing me and starting to take off my clothes, putting his breasts in her mouth and rubbing her fingers on my vagina, which was already as wet as it always was when he undressed for me on that same armchair. I plunged my hand into his pants and found his enormous cock, which seemed even bigger inside my hand, incredibly hard. I pulled it out of its confinement and bent down to reach it with my mouth. I tried to take in as much of it as possible, just like I did with my boyfriend, but this one was much larger and only the head fit. Only then did I remember Santiago, but Rodrigo's tongue rubbing against my clitoris soon made me forget any guilt. While my boyfriend would give me goosebumps but I wouldn't really enjoy oral sex, Rodrigo's tongue moved so smoothly that it barely let me breathe. It didn't take more than five minutes for a tingling sensation to rise quickly from my pubis and after letting out a scream that must have been heard throughout the building, I pressed his head, trying to get him to push his tongue into my vagina, to end in an orgasm like never before. I closed my eyes and when I was still recovering, his kiss arrived, just as passionate as the first one, but this time accompanied by his enormous cock starting to exert force between my legs. Although it hurt a little, I didn't want him to stop. I felt full inside, and when I leaned forward I could see that only half of it had entered. I started moving my hips with that enormous piece inside, and he understood it was time to speed up his movements. He lifted my butt, got down in front of me, and began a somewhat violent in-and-out motion, which I wasn't used to but drove me crazy. I sat on him, giving him my back, and after adjusting to his size, moved my butt in circular motions, feeling it all inside like possessed. - What a slut you turned out to be, girl. He whispered in my ear between the kisses that were spreading across my neck. This, along with my fingers massaging my clitoris, and his cock that entered and exited with my jumps was enough for my second orgasm to arrive, squeezing his cock with the walls of my vagina that contracted energetically.
He took control again, and each time seemed more determined. He put me on all fours on the couch and put it in all at once, giving me a pleasure that deliciously confused with pain. He kept doing this while squeezing my breasts and telling me how much I was a slut and saying he would give me his cock every time I wanted, to which I only replied yes between strong gasps, and thought I wished I could have him for myself for the rest of my life.
Finally, he pulled out, and bringing it back to my face asked me to suck his cum. I still couldn't believe what was in front of me, and just putting it in my mouth and circling it with my tongue made me feel its warm cum.
A bit embarrassed, I wanted to leave as soon as possible for home, but I was too exhausted, so I lay down there to rest. I realized my legs were still trembling. No sensation could compare to what I had just lived, any pleasure would be small compared to what this man had given me, and yet I couldn't help but feel guilty for being unfaithful for the first time in my life.
After a while, Rodrigo must have noticed how I was feeling and asked if I felt okay, hugging me from behind. I told him about my situation and he said not to worry.
- Don't worry, this is normal. His hug grew stronger and his member started to regain its size on my pubic area.
He just put the tip in and went back to kissing my neck.
- Everyone does these things- He insisted. -Besides, you're too much of a slut to be with one person. You could do fine without your boyfriend finding out anything.-
The words he whispered in my ear returned the heat, and the tip was almost halfway inside me already.
When he finished cumming... Last time I looked out the window and managed to see that it was already getting dark. We had been having sex all afternoon and time seemed to have passed much faster than usual.
That night I barely slept thinking about what had happened. Rodrigo's words were resonating in my head. Maybe I was truly a slut and hadn't been able to see him for all these years. Since then, not only have I enjoyed Rodrigo's enormous cock, but I've also fulfilled many fantasies that kept appearing in my head, and I hope to keep fulfilling them.
Source: marqueze
I don't know how it all started, but the thing is that I found out that one of my brother's friends, whom I'll call Rodrigo, was also known as Tripa. People who live in my country will know that the reason for such a nickname couldn't be anything other than what he had between his legs, and this generated a little curiosity.
Although I'd never been very adventurous when it came to sex, and I'd never wanted anything more than what my boyfriend could offer me, after getting online I realized how much I could get excited by seeing enormous penises, much larger than Santi's, which isn't bad but could be better. And then there were the comments from my friends, some of whom had had relations outside their partnership and told me how well they'd done.
I could see each of the huge cocks on the Internet, and touch myself thinking about them, but deep down I knew that what really interested me was Rodrigo's. It was like this that without thinking about the consequences, I created a false msn account and added him to find out more about him. I lied by saying I was from a city in the interior, and we started getting to know each other little by little.
With the excitement I had, it didn't take long before our conversations started getting hotter. Then he asked if I could send him some photo of mine that would excite him, and at that very moment I sent him a photo of me in underwear, where you can barely see anything. The face. He then commented that I had a certain resemblance to one of his acquaintances, and to show me how he left that photo, he sent me a webcam invitation. It was like seeing it and getting wet, his nickname couldn't sit better with him. A cock that according to him measured 20 by 5 CMS, with an enormous head from where thick veins bulged out, inflating the skin as it rose and fell in rhythm with his hand every time. My fingers immediately sank into my humid vagina, and rubbing myself with force I reached an orgasm that seemed never to end, until finally I could see his semen dripping down his abdomen and with a small cry I ended my masturbation. Throughout that whole day I felt something of guilt, for having betrayed Santiago in some way, but when my heat returned I forgot about it and went back to touching myself thinking of Rodrigo. The following days were similar, every now and then we'd meet up on the chat, I'd send him photos of myself taking care not to show my face and he'd masturbate in front of me in his room. The sensation was incredible, at night I could see him thinking about my photos and unloading his semen like a volcano, and the next day I'd talk to him about any topic trying not to show how much I got excited by the enormous bulge in his pants, even though I noticed he started looking at me with other eyes, maybe relating my body to that girl who came back to drive him crazy at night. I thought it would be enough and it was time to go back to normal with Santi, but I had just begun to discover how addictive my excitement could be, soon it wasn't enough to see him on the Internet, I needed to feel that cock I imagined every time I made love with my boyfriend, leading me to innumerable orgasms. It hurt to cheat on Santiago, but I couldn't contain my heat, I needed to calm it down somehow, and besides he wouldn't even suspect after all those years of absolute fidelity. I was like that for a whole week. ideating the way to be alone with him, and during the five days I endured this stoically his suggestive gazes and comments every time my brother couldn't hear it. Finally, Saturday arrived, and after thinking about it a lot I decided to look for something more. I had intentionally mixed some of my papers among his notes from college, and under the excuse of recovering them I went to his apartment where he lived alone, away from his family. Upon entering, I could see the computer, the armchair where he would recline to show himself to me, and even the napkins he used to wipe off semen after cum.
He returned my lost papers, and before I could leave, I asked him if I could use his computer, claiming that internet wasn't working at home.
He hesitated for a second, and quick on my feet, I sat down in front of the monitor and asked him to bring me something to drink, since the street heat was oppressive.
I didn't have to look far, as one of his documents had a folder with the same name he used when chatting with me.
- What are you doing, girl? - He yelled at seeing a photo of me lying on my back with my booty pointing towards the camera.
- Nothing - I replied calmly. – I was looking at your friends' photos -
This didn't seem to impress him and almost pushing me, he tried every way to get the image off the screen.
- Don't make a fuss, Rodri, I like these photos. I have some of mine too.
He looked at me unable to believe it, and taking back control of the computer, I quickly opened his email account used for chatting with him and showed him some photos I thought I'd send him in the next few days.
- But then... are you me? His face was one of complete surprise.
I didn't let him think too much, smiled at him and took hold of his head to bring my tongue between his lips.
He immediately pulled me towards the armchair and let himself fall on top of me, while not stopping kissing me and starting to take off my clothes, putting his breasts in her mouth and rubbing her fingers on my vagina, which was already as wet as it always was when he undressed for me on that same armchair. I plunged my hand into his pants and found his enormous cock, which seemed even bigger inside my hand, incredibly hard. I pulled it out of its confinement and bent down to reach it with my mouth. I tried to take in as much of it as possible, just like I did with my boyfriend, but this one was much larger and only the head fit. Only then did I remember Santiago, but Rodrigo's tongue rubbing against my clitoris soon made me forget any guilt. While my boyfriend would give me goosebumps but I wouldn't really enjoy oral sex, Rodrigo's tongue moved so smoothly that it barely let me breathe. It didn't take more than five minutes for a tingling sensation to rise quickly from my pubis and after letting out a scream that must have been heard throughout the building, I pressed his head, trying to get him to push his tongue into my vagina, to end in an orgasm like never before. I closed my eyes and when I was still recovering, his kiss arrived, just as passionate as the first one, but this time accompanied by his enormous cock starting to exert force between my legs. Although it hurt a little, I didn't want him to stop. I felt full inside, and when I leaned forward I could see that only half of it had entered. I started moving my hips with that enormous piece inside, and he understood it was time to speed up his movements. He lifted my butt, got down in front of me, and began a somewhat violent in-and-out motion, which I wasn't used to but drove me crazy. I sat on him, giving him my back, and after adjusting to his size, moved my butt in circular motions, feeling it all inside like possessed. - What a slut you turned out to be, girl. He whispered in my ear between the kisses that were spreading across my neck. This, along with my fingers massaging my clitoris, and his cock that entered and exited with my jumps was enough for my second orgasm to arrive, squeezing his cock with the walls of my vagina that contracted energetically.
He took control again, and each time seemed more determined. He put me on all fours on the couch and put it in all at once, giving me a pleasure that deliciously confused with pain. He kept doing this while squeezing my breasts and telling me how much I was a slut and saying he would give me his cock every time I wanted, to which I only replied yes between strong gasps, and thought I wished I could have him for myself for the rest of my life.
Finally, he pulled out, and bringing it back to my face asked me to suck his cum. I still couldn't believe what was in front of me, and just putting it in my mouth and circling it with my tongue made me feel its warm cum.
A bit embarrassed, I wanted to leave as soon as possible for home, but I was too exhausted, so I lay down there to rest. I realized my legs were still trembling. No sensation could compare to what I had just lived, any pleasure would be small compared to what this man had given me, and yet I couldn't help but feel guilty for being unfaithful for the first time in my life.
After a while, Rodrigo must have noticed how I was feeling and asked if I felt okay, hugging me from behind. I told him about my situation and he said not to worry.
- Don't worry, this is normal. His hug grew stronger and his member started to regain its size on my pubic area.
He just put the tip in and went back to kissing my neck.
- Everyone does these things- He insisted. -Besides, you're too much of a slut to be with one person. You could do fine without your boyfriend finding out anything.-
The words he whispered in my ear returned the heat, and the tip was almost halfway inside me already.
When he finished cumming... Last time I looked out the window and managed to see that it was already getting dark. We had been having sex all afternoon and time seemed to have passed much faster than usual.
That night I barely slept thinking about what had happened. Rodrigo's words were resonating in my head. Maybe I was truly a slut and hadn't been able to see him for all these years. Since then, not only have I enjoyed Rodrigo's enormous cock, but I've also fulfilled many fantasies that kept appearing in my head, and I hope to keep fulfilling them.
Source: marqueze
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