CHAPTER XXIX
Viki had been in a bad mood for two days. If I ever thought that her relationships with me were improving, now it seemed to be the exact opposite. It didn't matter how much friendliness I put into my interactions with her when trying to find out what was wrong, as her responses were just as harsh. One would think she might have been the one causing the anger if you didn't know her.
Has she found out we're reading her diary? I asked Dori.
No, I don't think so, she replied. She still keeps it in the same place.
It's possible she suspects something and is waiting for the right moment to catch us in the act, I said.
Viki never suspects anything, assured Dori very seriously. Whatever the matter may be, or she's convinced of knowing everything or knows nothing at all. There's no middle ground. I've already confirmed it. If there had been even a hint of something, I'm sure someone would be reading her diary behind her back and she'd have already raised hell.
What could be causing such a bad mood? I don't remember ever seeing her so angry before.
I think it's because something happened outside the house and Luis might be involved, said Dori.
This Luis, whom I mentioned briefly once, was Viki's college roommate. I never got to know him personally, but for my older sister, he was like a summary of all the virtues that a man should have: handsome, charming, intelligent... Unfortunately, this opinion must have been quite widespread among their classmates and Luis couldn't keep up with all of them, leaving Viki relegated to complete oblivion.
Is she still in love with that Luis who doesn't care about her? I asked.
Actually, things had changed a lot lately and I myself had seen her accompanied by him on two occasions. say they're formal boyfriends? —I wouldn't say that; but it's obvious there's something between them. The afternoon when Barbi, making use of her turn, presented herself in my room with the popular newspaper in hand, I deduced that Dori was right and Viki knew nothing about our systematic intrusion into their most reserved matters. On this occasion, I couldn't resist the ritual of other times and, as soon as I saw Barbi opening the booklet, I snatched it from her and started turning pages until I reached the last one written, hoping to find there the answer to the mysterious displeasure that kept Viki in a constant state of war and, with the consequent exasperation of Barbi, I intended to read for myself. —Nothing like that! —my offended sister protested, trying to recover the newspaper. —Please, just for a moment —I begged—. That's all I want to see one thing. —Tell me what you want me to read and I'll read it to you. It was clear that Barbi wasn't going to give in and on the move, I tried to find a solution that would leave us both satisfied. —Let's change our strategy —I suggested. —What's this about? —Barbi stopped struggling. —Although I've never told you, you're still the best at sucking it with a difference. So I thought that while you suck me like only you know how, I can go reading what interests me. Barbi glared at me and replied. —Although I haven't told you either, no one has eaten my pussy like you do until now. So I thought... —I already know what you've thought —I interrupted—. But we've started this way countless times. Don't you think it's time to switch roles? Barbi was about to let out another of hers, but she restrained herself. Finally, after meditating for a few seconds, she ended up giving in. —Okay —she said, letting her arms drop along her body—. You're right. But the truth is that I don't really like your proposal. —It'll only be two minutes. For advance the terrain, we undressed at the same time. I fell onto my back on the bed and she prepared to start her mission, doing it with all her effort to make it difficult for me to read. And honestly, it wasn't easy for me to focus on anything else except the wonderful taste that her lips and tongue were giving me as they traversed my cock from top to bottom. Even so, I managed to read a couple of paragraphs.
***
September 20
Today has been one of the happiest days of my life. Finally, the miracle I have suffered and prayed for has occurred: Luis and I are finally alone, and although he didn't say it explicitly, there are things that any girl can guess without needing him to tell her. Luis loves me! Luis loves me!
I haven't spoken to him about how I feel either, but I suppose he knows just the same. He must have seen it in my eyes, just as I have read it in his. True feelings are like this: they cannot be hidden and manifest themselves in many ways, without needing words to convey them to others...
***
I slammed the diary shut for two powerful reasons. That kind of confession wasn't what I was expecting to find, and Barbi's action on my erect cock was taking me to a limit situation where nothing would serve but making myself brave or playing who can do more, since my defeat was already written. So, before it was too late and I had to make an extra effort, I passed my arms around her armpits and made her lie down on top of me until her mouth was within reach of mine. I sucked that tongue impregnated with my sap and tried to forget about Viki's loves to concentrate on Barbi's heats.
But the question wasn't that simple. Although I wanted to resist recognizing it, it was true that those two paragraphs had really gotten to me. And all because of my lack of reflection. September 20 September, when Viki wrote it, had already fallen behind and the overflowing happiness she was talking about now had turned into manifest unhappiness. It's most likely that Dori, as usual, was right and Viki had taken a good beating with her Romeo...
—What's wrong with you today?
Barbi, also on the verge of losing her temper, glared at me once more with her eyes. But my concern vanished like magic when I assumed the affair between Viki and Luís had gone to hell; and recovered my joy, I left the diary on the nightstand and dedicated myself fully to giving Barbi the treatment she expected and deserved.
Remembering her special praise, I got rid of it and put my head between her legs without a word, starting to lick her entire vulva slowly, until I almost had sex with her literally with my tongue.
Barbi's cock, apart from being extremely appetizing, had a very special taste, almost like pure jam. Behind the swollen outer lips, there was a beautiful pink color that accentuated the sensation of sucking a juicy strawberry. Her clitoris, besides, was very grateful and quickly became noticeable at the slightest caress offered to it. And it was when I touched that point that Barbi lost control of her actions and turned into a genuine unleashed lust, becoming potentially dangerous.
I couldn't help it, since I already knew it was a totally reflexive act, my head got trapped between her thighs like a pugilist's key, so the only thing I could move was my tongue. Maybe that's what she unconsciously pursued, eager to reach the maximum of her pleasure and completely unaware of the damage she could cause. And it is that, under her fragile appearance, both Barbi and Cati deceived and their strength was quite superior to what they seemed.
In such conditions, the orgasm came to be a relief for her. As for who was getting it for themselves, in this case me. Luckily, her runs didn't make you wait much and once her most pressing need was satisfied she would relax so much that for a few minutes she'd turn into a real rag doll, with which I could do whatever I wanted to. It was just an armistice and not a surrender, because once the moment of weakness passed she'd become all volcano again. By the time it did, I'd make sure she was already very deep inside, the only way to preserve the integrity of my cock; because if not, she'd go after it like a possessed woman and take it without any consideration, not resting until she felt it well lodged in her entrails. When it came to screwing, Barbie didn't want half measures. She wanted it all inside and adopted the most unbelievable poses so that nothing would be left unexplored. It wasn't nymphomania, although she might behave like one, but what she sought and desired was what she herself called total powder; that is, a powder that would leave her fully satisfied for a few days, although she never had any qualms about repeating it the next day if the occasion arose. Taking her from the front was a risk, since her nails and teeth could turn into deadly weapons. Having learned my lesson, I always made sure to attack her from behind, which gave me the added privilege of being able to grab her breasts while my package did its job in other more secluded areas. Barbie's nipples, which would burst at the slightest touch, were extremely sensitive points for her and this was also an additional advantage for me in those uneven battles. By caressing or lightly pinching them, I could calm her unease a bit and reduce her demand level. The only drawback was that this sensitivity was like the sense of smell, which quickly becomes accustomed to it. Environmental smell, and it required almost continuous variation in how to treat it so the effect wouldn't wear off.
Another point to consider were her legs. If I left them free, they would slowly gain mobility as sensations intensified, and could end up becoming windmill blades, which could produce some unpleasant twisting. So it was also important to grab her from the side, with the leg underneath remaining captive and the other under my control, holding onto her ankle or wherever seemed best depending on the circumstances of each moment.
It's often said that what's hardest is what's most enjoyable. Having to fuck with so many precautions can seem ungrateful to one who has never experienced it; however, nothing could be further from reality. Apart from the fact that, with practice, all defensive movements become almost automatic, I think nothing can make a man feel more turned on than seeing his partner so possessed by lust. From its correct perspective, everything Barbi did was just a consequence of the pleasure one provided her and which she manifested in an uncommon but eloquent way. It was like breaking in a filly with orgasms, as it was normal for there to be two or three of hers before I reached mine, which always resulted in an apocalyptic finale after such a struggle.
Otherwise, Barbi was very grateful.
—Like that! —she would almost constantly yell at me, regardless of what I did.
And this was something that got me fired up and inflated with new forces to keep fighting with all my might. My package would move so fast it was like a flash in the pan. That pussy, which was as quickly dilated as constricted, depending on the greater or lesser angle of opening of her legs, took care of the rest. My falls with Barbi were the kind that could be seen. coming from afar and they didn't depend as much on me as on her and the positions she would adopt in decisive moments. My supposed control of the situation was more than relative.
In truth, since Barbie unleashed herself like the sexual animal she potentially was, I never knew for certain if my ejaculations occurred when I desired them or when she wanted them. I had been developing my own techniques to fuck with her and she accepted all of them without any objection. The most important thing was obtaining pleasure and that was guaranteed, regardless of how we did it.
Even following different paths, Barbie and Cati were also twins in their conception of sex. Sex was the satisfaction of a primitive instinct and in it there was no room for feelings other than the desire to possess and be possessed. Affection and all that nonsense stayed for before and after the act, but not for the act itself.
And so I was, puffing like an animal searching to complete my work, when a cough behind me made me stop short of what were destined to be my last attempts.
Why did you stop? asked Barbie with almost inaudible voice, still under the effects of her third or fourth crisis.
But, like me, she only had to look back to get the answer. Standing firm, almost glued to the edge of the bed, there was Viki looking at us fixedly and holding her diary in her hand. Her face didn't show neither pain nor joy nor even surprise.
Before the fear of possible reprisals, Barbie opted for a prudent retreat, leaving me alone facing the danger. Viki didn't do anything to stop her and I think it was her desire to be left alone with me. It's unnecessary to say that this was one of the most compromising situations I've ever been in and that imperturbable face she had before me wasn't exactly helping me.
I'm sorry I dared to whisper, since she didn't say... Nothing.
Without saying a word, Viki sat down in the computer chair and turned it around to face me. With a disdainful gesture, she let the newspaper fall onto the table and rode one leg over the other, showing me a generous view of her thighs. Viki's legs were not as perfect as those of her twins, but they were still fantastic.
--I really do apologize -- I insisted, unsure what else to say.
Her gaze turned energetic and almost inquisitorial.
--Do you want to screw someone else or can we talk quietly? -- she asked with a glacial voice.
I thought her expression was one of rebuke, but I wasn't entirely sure. In fact, the only thing I was sure of was that Viki had every right to be angry with me.
--I promise it won't happen again -- I murmured.
--Do you mean this? -- Viki picked up her diary again.
I nodded and thought she was finally going to explode when she stood up again. Closing my eyes, I prepared for the well-deserved slap. However, it wasn't her hand that hit me in the face, but the diary.
--You can keep reading it until you get bored -- I heard her say as she approached the bed --. I won't write another word in it.
--What do you want us to talk about?
To my surprise, Viki leaned over me, stroked my cheek, and said:
--I want us to talk about you and me.
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Viki had been in a bad mood for two days. If I ever thought that her relationships with me were improving, now it seemed to be the exact opposite. It didn't matter how much friendliness I put into my interactions with her when trying to find out what was wrong, as her responses were just as harsh. One would think she might have been the one causing the anger if you didn't know her.
Has she found out we're reading her diary? I asked Dori.
No, I don't think so, she replied. She still keeps it in the same place.
It's possible she suspects something and is waiting for the right moment to catch us in the act, I said.
Viki never suspects anything, assured Dori very seriously. Whatever the matter may be, or she's convinced of knowing everything or knows nothing at all. There's no middle ground. I've already confirmed it. If there had been even a hint of something, I'm sure someone would be reading her diary behind her back and she'd have already raised hell.
What could be causing such a bad mood? I don't remember ever seeing her so angry before.
I think it's because something happened outside the house and Luis might be involved, said Dori.
This Luis, whom I mentioned briefly once, was Viki's college roommate. I never got to know him personally, but for my older sister, he was like a summary of all the virtues that a man should have: handsome, charming, intelligent... Unfortunately, this opinion must have been quite widespread among their classmates and Luis couldn't keep up with all of them, leaving Viki relegated to complete oblivion.
Is she still in love with that Luis who doesn't care about her? I asked.
Actually, things had changed a lot lately and I myself had seen her accompanied by him on two occasions. say they're formal boyfriends? —I wouldn't say that; but it's obvious there's something between them. The afternoon when Barbi, making use of her turn, presented herself in my room with the popular newspaper in hand, I deduced that Dori was right and Viki knew nothing about our systematic intrusion into their most reserved matters. On this occasion, I couldn't resist the ritual of other times and, as soon as I saw Barbi opening the booklet, I snatched it from her and started turning pages until I reached the last one written, hoping to find there the answer to the mysterious displeasure that kept Viki in a constant state of war and, with the consequent exasperation of Barbi, I intended to read for myself. —Nothing like that! —my offended sister protested, trying to recover the newspaper. —Please, just for a moment —I begged—. That's all I want to see one thing. —Tell me what you want me to read and I'll read it to you. It was clear that Barbi wasn't going to give in and on the move, I tried to find a solution that would leave us both satisfied. —Let's change our strategy —I suggested. —What's this about? —Barbi stopped struggling. —Although I've never told you, you're still the best at sucking it with a difference. So I thought that while you suck me like only you know how, I can go reading what interests me. Barbi glared at me and replied. —Although I haven't told you either, no one has eaten my pussy like you do until now. So I thought... —I already know what you've thought —I interrupted—. But we've started this way countless times. Don't you think it's time to switch roles? Barbi was about to let out another of hers, but she restrained herself. Finally, after meditating for a few seconds, she ended up giving in. —Okay —she said, letting her arms drop along her body—. You're right. But the truth is that I don't really like your proposal. —It'll only be two minutes. For advance the terrain, we undressed at the same time. I fell onto my back on the bed and she prepared to start her mission, doing it with all her effort to make it difficult for me to read. And honestly, it wasn't easy for me to focus on anything else except the wonderful taste that her lips and tongue were giving me as they traversed my cock from top to bottom. Even so, I managed to read a couple of paragraphs.
***
September 20
Today has been one of the happiest days of my life. Finally, the miracle I have suffered and prayed for has occurred: Luis and I are finally alone, and although he didn't say it explicitly, there are things that any girl can guess without needing him to tell her. Luis loves me! Luis loves me!
I haven't spoken to him about how I feel either, but I suppose he knows just the same. He must have seen it in my eyes, just as I have read it in his. True feelings are like this: they cannot be hidden and manifest themselves in many ways, without needing words to convey them to others...
***
I slammed the diary shut for two powerful reasons. That kind of confession wasn't what I was expecting to find, and Barbi's action on my erect cock was taking me to a limit situation where nothing would serve but making myself brave or playing who can do more, since my defeat was already written. So, before it was too late and I had to make an extra effort, I passed my arms around her armpits and made her lie down on top of me until her mouth was within reach of mine. I sucked that tongue impregnated with my sap and tried to forget about Viki's loves to concentrate on Barbi's heats.
But the question wasn't that simple. Although I wanted to resist recognizing it, it was true that those two paragraphs had really gotten to me. And all because of my lack of reflection. September 20 September, when Viki wrote it, had already fallen behind and the overflowing happiness she was talking about now had turned into manifest unhappiness. It's most likely that Dori, as usual, was right and Viki had taken a good beating with her Romeo...
—What's wrong with you today?
Barbi, also on the verge of losing her temper, glared at me once more with her eyes. But my concern vanished like magic when I assumed the affair between Viki and Luís had gone to hell; and recovered my joy, I left the diary on the nightstand and dedicated myself fully to giving Barbi the treatment she expected and deserved.
Remembering her special praise, I got rid of it and put my head between her legs without a word, starting to lick her entire vulva slowly, until I almost had sex with her literally with my tongue.
Barbi's cock, apart from being extremely appetizing, had a very special taste, almost like pure jam. Behind the swollen outer lips, there was a beautiful pink color that accentuated the sensation of sucking a juicy strawberry. Her clitoris, besides, was very grateful and quickly became noticeable at the slightest caress offered to it. And it was when I touched that point that Barbi lost control of her actions and turned into a genuine unleashed lust, becoming potentially dangerous.
I couldn't help it, since I already knew it was a totally reflexive act, my head got trapped between her thighs like a pugilist's key, so the only thing I could move was my tongue. Maybe that's what she unconsciously pursued, eager to reach the maximum of her pleasure and completely unaware of the damage she could cause. And it is that, under her fragile appearance, both Barbi and Cati deceived and their strength was quite superior to what they seemed.
In such conditions, the orgasm came to be a relief for her. As for who was getting it for themselves, in this case me. Luckily, her runs didn't make you wait much and once her most pressing need was satisfied she would relax so much that for a few minutes she'd turn into a real rag doll, with which I could do whatever I wanted to. It was just an armistice and not a surrender, because once the moment of weakness passed she'd become all volcano again. By the time it did, I'd make sure she was already very deep inside, the only way to preserve the integrity of my cock; because if not, she'd go after it like a possessed woman and take it without any consideration, not resting until she felt it well lodged in her entrails. When it came to screwing, Barbie didn't want half measures. She wanted it all inside and adopted the most unbelievable poses so that nothing would be left unexplored. It wasn't nymphomania, although she might behave like one, but what she sought and desired was what she herself called total powder; that is, a powder that would leave her fully satisfied for a few days, although she never had any qualms about repeating it the next day if the occasion arose. Taking her from the front was a risk, since her nails and teeth could turn into deadly weapons. Having learned my lesson, I always made sure to attack her from behind, which gave me the added privilege of being able to grab her breasts while my package did its job in other more secluded areas. Barbie's nipples, which would burst at the slightest touch, were extremely sensitive points for her and this was also an additional advantage for me in those uneven battles. By caressing or lightly pinching them, I could calm her unease a bit and reduce her demand level. The only drawback was that this sensitivity was like the sense of smell, which quickly becomes accustomed to it. Environmental smell, and it required almost continuous variation in how to treat it so the effect wouldn't wear off.
Another point to consider were her legs. If I left them free, they would slowly gain mobility as sensations intensified, and could end up becoming windmill blades, which could produce some unpleasant twisting. So it was also important to grab her from the side, with the leg underneath remaining captive and the other under my control, holding onto her ankle or wherever seemed best depending on the circumstances of each moment.
It's often said that what's hardest is what's most enjoyable. Having to fuck with so many precautions can seem ungrateful to one who has never experienced it; however, nothing could be further from reality. Apart from the fact that, with practice, all defensive movements become almost automatic, I think nothing can make a man feel more turned on than seeing his partner so possessed by lust. From its correct perspective, everything Barbi did was just a consequence of the pleasure one provided her and which she manifested in an uncommon but eloquent way. It was like breaking in a filly with orgasms, as it was normal for there to be two or three of hers before I reached mine, which always resulted in an apocalyptic finale after such a struggle.
Otherwise, Barbi was very grateful.
—Like that! —she would almost constantly yell at me, regardless of what I did.
And this was something that got me fired up and inflated with new forces to keep fighting with all my might. My package would move so fast it was like a flash in the pan. That pussy, which was as quickly dilated as constricted, depending on the greater or lesser angle of opening of her legs, took care of the rest. My falls with Barbi were the kind that could be seen. coming from afar and they didn't depend as much on me as on her and the positions she would adopt in decisive moments. My supposed control of the situation was more than relative.
In truth, since Barbie unleashed herself like the sexual animal she potentially was, I never knew for certain if my ejaculations occurred when I desired them or when she wanted them. I had been developing my own techniques to fuck with her and she accepted all of them without any objection. The most important thing was obtaining pleasure and that was guaranteed, regardless of how we did it.
Even following different paths, Barbie and Cati were also twins in their conception of sex. Sex was the satisfaction of a primitive instinct and in it there was no room for feelings other than the desire to possess and be possessed. Affection and all that nonsense stayed for before and after the act, but not for the act itself.
And so I was, puffing like an animal searching to complete my work, when a cough behind me made me stop short of what were destined to be my last attempts.
Why did you stop? asked Barbie with almost inaudible voice, still under the effects of her third or fourth crisis.
But, like me, she only had to look back to get the answer. Standing firm, almost glued to the edge of the bed, there was Viki looking at us fixedly and holding her diary in her hand. Her face didn't show neither pain nor joy nor even surprise.
Before the fear of possible reprisals, Barbie opted for a prudent retreat, leaving me alone facing the danger. Viki didn't do anything to stop her and I think it was her desire to be left alone with me. It's unnecessary to say that this was one of the most compromising situations I've ever been in and that imperturbable face she had before me wasn't exactly helping me.
I'm sorry I dared to whisper, since she didn't say... Nothing.
Without saying a word, Viki sat down in the computer chair and turned it around to face me. With a disdainful gesture, she let the newspaper fall onto the table and rode one leg over the other, showing me a generous view of her thighs. Viki's legs were not as perfect as those of her twins, but they were still fantastic.
--I really do apologize -- I insisted, unsure what else to say.
Her gaze turned energetic and almost inquisitorial.
--Do you want to screw someone else or can we talk quietly? -- she asked with a glacial voice.
I thought her expression was one of rebuke, but I wasn't entirely sure. In fact, the only thing I was sure of was that Viki had every right to be angry with me.
--I promise it won't happen again -- I murmured.
--Do you mean this? -- Viki picked up her diary again.
I nodded and thought she was finally going to explode when she stood up again. Closing my eyes, I prepared for the well-deserved slap. However, it wasn't her hand that hit me in the face, but the diary.
--You can keep reading it until you get bored -- I heard her say as she approached the bed --. I won't write another word in it.
--What do you want us to talk about?
To my surprise, Viki leaned over me, stroked my cheek, and said:
--I want us to talk about you and me.
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