Hello friends and friends from Poronga. I've come back to tell you my second story. Almost three years have passed since the previous one, and every time I see it, I'm very happy that you all liked it so much.
This time I'll be telling the story of my first anal sex. Many will say how boring, and honestly, it doesn't have anything special about it. The curious thing is the context in which it happened, with whom it happened, and how it ended. I hope you enjoy it and that the story is entertaining for you. Thank you very much in advance for giving me some minutes to read it and comment on it. Fraternal hug from a distance. Let's goooooo!!!!
-It was 1999. At that time, I was only 18 years old, just turned. I had come back from my high school graduation trip and the wild nights of Bariloche were still vibrating in my veins: alcohol, drugs, sex, and promiscuity. Those who didn't go on a trip like that won't know what I'm talking about. Imagine thousands of boys between 17 and 20 years old, saturated with alcohol and chaos. The city is enclosed in an immense atmosphere that smells like sex and disorder. On the streets, you can see it every step and at night, the lowest instincts (unimaginable at that age) burst out through the pores of teenagers, transforming their sweat into a breeding ground for hormones on a large scale. If parents knew what was going on back then, they wouldn't have sent their kids to those wild parties. That's why trips like these, to Bariloche, are no longer in fashion today. Those who went in the 80s and 90s are the parents of the children who should go today. Not at all haha!!!
-I had arrived back from the trip on a Monday morning and slept almost 72 hours straight. I remember my mom saying she was scared because of the sleep hours I got and that It was about to call the doctor's house so that he would put me on an IV at least, since I couldn't even get up to eat or drink water. Those three days of coma, my uncle Osvaldo suffered a massive stroke and ended up hospitalized in grave condition. On Wednesday night, around 7:19 pm, I woke up from my lethargy and they told me the story of Uncle Osvaldo. I got very sad. The medical reports weren't encouraging at all, so the bad news was looming and we knew it. Every time the phone rang, we would present the worst-case scenario. That Friday, the bad news arrived.
-Had to go to Osvaldo's wake in Tortuguitas. We're from the southern zone of GBA, which complicates things a lot, so we communicated with the family and tried to organize a meeting point to avoid having to go back and forth from so far away. The family chose as the meeting place the house of one of Osvaldo's daughters, my cousin Graciela, my first cousin once removed, daughter of my aunt and Uncle Osvaldo.
-Graciela was a cutie very well-endowed at that time. Brunette with long wavy hair. Compulsive smoker. Very rocker. Her physical appearance was very similar to Patricia Sosa's, the singer. But not as voluptuous. More slender and prettier in the face. Graciela had always been the black sheep of the family. In 1999, she was 38 years old, having been with Norberto for 22 years, yes, since they were 16 years old. They had been high school classmates and one day they became a couple and that was it. 22 years together. But she was the black sheep because she didn't obey the family mandate of her husband and children. She said I'll get married and have kids when my body tells me to. And for now, it's telling me other things. Norberto was a better person. He was also 38 years old at that time and worked as a jeweler in a very prestigious house owned by Mr. Armenio from a surname with many consonants. They were going through a good economic period and had bought an apartment in Palermo where the meeting point was set. from the family. Norberto was very similar to Berugo Carambula, I would load him up with that and he would laugh his ass off.
-We went to my uncle's wake at the Paraná slaughterhouse in San Isidro. That is: from south zone to Tortuguitas, from there to San Isidro and from San Isidro to Palermo. A crazy ride. And so two days.
-One of those old-fashioned wake nights, my grandma and Osvaldo's wife got tired and went off to hell. We were left, Graciela, Osvaldito (Graciela's younger brother) and I from the family in the slaughterhouse. Osvaldito said why don't you guys leave too? I'll stay here until tomorrow. Graciela told me let's go, kid? And I said yes.
-We left and got into her car, a collection Taunus, she said she loved it more than Norberto. We stopped at a pizzeria and ate some empanadas and drank some beers. Graciela was very but very drunk. It seemed like we had seen each other every day. She talked without reserve and without fear. She told me that with Norberto she was confused. That she had started to feel like he was sleeping with his brother every night. already 22 years of relationship. He wants to get married and I don't. He wants to fuck and I'm not turned on anymore. I get turned on more when I jerk off in the shower than when he tries to fuck me. It seems that the conversation got to me because my cock had stopped at the mango.
-We left the pizzeria and she said Maxi, I don't want to go home to see my old lady crying and your old lady crying. That's why I'm staying here at the wake. Unless it bothers you, there's a hotel just around the corner. We entered there and slept for a few hours there. Do you have ID? Are you an adult already? To which she replied that yes, I was already an adult and that it didn't bother me to go with her.
-We entered the hotel, paid and went to the room. Everything seemed normal and there were no signs that something was going to happen in that bed and at that place. We agreed that I, just 18 years old, had never entered a hotel before. And the sensation that the smell, the atmosphere there present, those sheets impregnated with stories, those lights What hides a part of us and magically illuminates others, bringing to light the true form of our shadows. The site where we leave at the door our social self and let our animal self pass through.
-We got into bed and she pulled out a marijuana cigarette. She lit it and we started talking. She told me many things about herself. Her relationship with Norberto, her fears, her expectations, her desires, her pleasures...
-In a moment, the TV turned on and there was only porn. Uuuyyy God, I love this, but it's not the time or place jajajaja. Do you like porn?? I asked. She said yes, that she loved it. Are you a virgin?? I retorted. She said no, but that she didn't have much experience and went on to say she had never done anal sex. She jumped up from the bed and started laughing hysterically, getting annoyed because I was 18 years old and it's normal not to have done anal sex at that age yet. She apologized and sat back down on the bed. You've never done an ass??... I repeated that yes, I had and added that I didn't know how to do it either. You're messing with me!!! No way, it's just a lot of saliva, a lot of finger and a lot of butt jajajajajaja. Do you want me to teach you??... Many things went through my head at that moment: the dead guy, my old lady, her mom, my cousin by the father's side... many. But I said yes...
-She turned on the TV again and left a porn playing. She took off her leather pants and started touching herself... it really got me going, I couldn't help myself... she told me to take off all my clothes... she masturbated a lot... came at two hands... got down on all fours in bed and said come here, suck it hard and put a finger in that beautiful ass of hers... I put my head in that infernal ass and sucked it with all my might... put your little finger in slowly and I did... she was moaning with pleasure... she was hitting me in the face with her hips... I also put fingers in... her booty that was, at that moment, a fountain of divine nectar... put another in and she clamped two fingers on my Booty... kept going... kept going... you're going to make me cum she yelled while grabbing my hair with her hand that passed over her back and thus burying my face in her ass... and..... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SON OF A BITCH, HOW YOU MAKE ME CUM GUY PUSSY... now if you will, she said... put it in... put it in slowly and with a smooth rhythm... my cock couldn't take it anymore, I was about to cum from so much excitement... I rested my head on that dilated ass of hers and pushed... slowly... the head went in... then the shaft... slowly I said.... like this... until we entered into a maddening rhythm... my balls were bouncing with pain against her wet pussy... she screamed like the foxiest of them all... her back was a lake of sweat that smelled of wild sex... her tangled hair danced coreographically... I was in a limbo... my cock hurt from so much pleasure never before experienced.... FINISH INSIDE THE ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, FINISH INSIDE THE ORGIA and that's what I did... the orgasm that came after ejaculation was so deep it made my legs tremble... suddenly I started sweating like a pig... I was perspiring through every pore of my skin... and left her inside until she came out on her own... and then my essence dripped from my cock into her vagina... -I haven't seen Graciela in years. I have very good memories of her.
This time I'll be telling the story of my first anal sex. Many will say how boring, and honestly, it doesn't have anything special about it. The curious thing is the context in which it happened, with whom it happened, and how it ended. I hope you enjoy it and that the story is entertaining for you. Thank you very much in advance for giving me some minutes to read it and comment on it. Fraternal hug from a distance. Let's goooooo!!!!
-It was 1999. At that time, I was only 18 years old, just turned. I had come back from my high school graduation trip and the wild nights of Bariloche were still vibrating in my veins: alcohol, drugs, sex, and promiscuity. Those who didn't go on a trip like that won't know what I'm talking about. Imagine thousands of boys between 17 and 20 years old, saturated with alcohol and chaos. The city is enclosed in an immense atmosphere that smells like sex and disorder. On the streets, you can see it every step and at night, the lowest instincts (unimaginable at that age) burst out through the pores of teenagers, transforming their sweat into a breeding ground for hormones on a large scale. If parents knew what was going on back then, they wouldn't have sent their kids to those wild parties. That's why trips like these, to Bariloche, are no longer in fashion today. Those who went in the 80s and 90s are the parents of the children who should go today. Not at all haha!!!
-I had arrived back from the trip on a Monday morning and slept almost 72 hours straight. I remember my mom saying she was scared because of the sleep hours I got and that It was about to call the doctor's house so that he would put me on an IV at least, since I couldn't even get up to eat or drink water. Those three days of coma, my uncle Osvaldo suffered a massive stroke and ended up hospitalized in grave condition. On Wednesday night, around 7:19 pm, I woke up from my lethargy and they told me the story of Uncle Osvaldo. I got very sad. The medical reports weren't encouraging at all, so the bad news was looming and we knew it. Every time the phone rang, we would present the worst-case scenario. That Friday, the bad news arrived.
-Had to go to Osvaldo's wake in Tortuguitas. We're from the southern zone of GBA, which complicates things a lot, so we communicated with the family and tried to organize a meeting point to avoid having to go back and forth from so far away. The family chose as the meeting place the house of one of Osvaldo's daughters, my cousin Graciela, my first cousin once removed, daughter of my aunt and Uncle Osvaldo.
-Graciela was a cutie very well-endowed at that time. Brunette with long wavy hair. Compulsive smoker. Very rocker. Her physical appearance was very similar to Patricia Sosa's, the singer. But not as voluptuous. More slender and prettier in the face. Graciela had always been the black sheep of the family. In 1999, she was 38 years old, having been with Norberto for 22 years, yes, since they were 16 years old. They had been high school classmates and one day they became a couple and that was it. 22 years together. But she was the black sheep because she didn't obey the family mandate of her husband and children. She said I'll get married and have kids when my body tells me to. And for now, it's telling me other things. Norberto was a better person. He was also 38 years old at that time and worked as a jeweler in a very prestigious house owned by Mr. Armenio from a surname with many consonants. They were going through a good economic period and had bought an apartment in Palermo where the meeting point was set. from the family. Norberto was very similar to Berugo Carambula, I would load him up with that and he would laugh his ass off.
-We went to my uncle's wake at the Paraná slaughterhouse in San Isidro. That is: from south zone to Tortuguitas, from there to San Isidro and from San Isidro to Palermo. A crazy ride. And so two days.
-One of those old-fashioned wake nights, my grandma and Osvaldo's wife got tired and went off to hell. We were left, Graciela, Osvaldito (Graciela's younger brother) and I from the family in the slaughterhouse. Osvaldito said why don't you guys leave too? I'll stay here until tomorrow. Graciela told me let's go, kid? And I said yes.
-We left and got into her car, a collection Taunus, she said she loved it more than Norberto. We stopped at a pizzeria and ate some empanadas and drank some beers. Graciela was very but very drunk. It seemed like we had seen each other every day. She talked without reserve and without fear. She told me that with Norberto she was confused. That she had started to feel like he was sleeping with his brother every night. already 22 years of relationship. He wants to get married and I don't. He wants to fuck and I'm not turned on anymore. I get turned on more when I jerk off in the shower than when he tries to fuck me. It seems that the conversation got to me because my cock had stopped at the mango.
-We left the pizzeria and she said Maxi, I don't want to go home to see my old lady crying and your old lady crying. That's why I'm staying here at the wake. Unless it bothers you, there's a hotel just around the corner. We entered there and slept for a few hours there. Do you have ID? Are you an adult already? To which she replied that yes, I was already an adult and that it didn't bother me to go with her.
-We entered the hotel, paid and went to the room. Everything seemed normal and there were no signs that something was going to happen in that bed and at that place. We agreed that I, just 18 years old, had never entered a hotel before. And the sensation that the smell, the atmosphere there present, those sheets impregnated with stories, those lights What hides a part of us and magically illuminates others, bringing to light the true form of our shadows. The site where we leave at the door our social self and let our animal self pass through.
-We got into bed and she pulled out a marijuana cigarette. She lit it and we started talking. She told me many things about herself. Her relationship with Norberto, her fears, her expectations, her desires, her pleasures...
-In a moment, the TV turned on and there was only porn. Uuuyyy God, I love this, but it's not the time or place jajajaja. Do you like porn?? I asked. She said yes, that she loved it. Are you a virgin?? I retorted. She said no, but that she didn't have much experience and went on to say she had never done anal sex. She jumped up from the bed and started laughing hysterically, getting annoyed because I was 18 years old and it's normal not to have done anal sex at that age yet. She apologized and sat back down on the bed. You've never done an ass??... I repeated that yes, I had and added that I didn't know how to do it either. You're messing with me!!! No way, it's just a lot of saliva, a lot of finger and a lot of butt jajajajajaja. Do you want me to teach you??... Many things went through my head at that moment: the dead guy, my old lady, her mom, my cousin by the father's side... many. But I said yes...
-She turned on the TV again and left a porn playing. She took off her leather pants and started touching herself... it really got me going, I couldn't help myself... she told me to take off all my clothes... she masturbated a lot... came at two hands... got down on all fours in bed and said come here, suck it hard and put a finger in that beautiful ass of hers... I put my head in that infernal ass and sucked it with all my might... put your little finger in slowly and I did... she was moaning with pleasure... she was hitting me in the face with her hips... I also put fingers in... her booty that was, at that moment, a fountain of divine nectar... put another in and she clamped two fingers on my Booty... kept going... kept going... you're going to make me cum she yelled while grabbing my hair with her hand that passed over her back and thus burying my face in her ass... and..... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH SON OF A BITCH, HOW YOU MAKE ME CUM GUY PUSSY... now if you will, she said... put it in... put it in slowly and with a smooth rhythm... my cock couldn't take it anymore, I was about to cum from so much excitement... I rested my head on that dilated ass of hers and pushed... slowly... the head went in... then the shaft... slowly I said.... like this... until we entered into a maddening rhythm... my balls were bouncing with pain against her wet pussy... she screamed like the foxiest of them all... her back was a lake of sweat that smelled of wild sex... her tangled hair danced coreographically... I was in a limbo... my cock hurt from so much pleasure never before experienced.... FINISH INSIDE THE ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, FINISH INSIDE THE ORGIA and that's what I did... the orgasm that came after ejaculation was so deep it made my legs tremble... suddenly I started sweating like a pig... I was perspiring through every pore of my skin... and left her inside until she came out on her own... and then my essence dripped from my cock into her vagina... -I haven't seen Graciela in years. I have very good memories of her.
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