Old habits are the most difficult to change I read scribbled on a bus seat that takes me and brings me back home from Paloma's house all through January.
The month Catalina was traveling in Europe; I spent it on another kind of trip with her mother. January passed full of dirty sex, sweat, and smoke. We started out neat and conventional in bed, but after a few encounters we got tired and bored. We began a city tour around the whole department. We bet on the kitchen, above the counter, and on the floor. From standing against the entrance door making it sound with a rhythm that betrayed lust. A mandatory stop was sitting on the bidet and Paloma riding me violently. She liked pinching my nipples, which I responded to by biting hers. I insulted a lot, shouting obscenities into the air, forcing our neighbors to participate. But her personal and dirtier habit was doing it in her daughters' bed, especially Catalina's. When we did it there, she'd force me to ejaculate onto her pillow and sheets.
- I won't change the sheets until the girls get here.
- Pervasive slut.
- Thanks.
At that time, I didn't know the meaning of those territorial marks. I was going to understand it in a few months.
I'm still solidifying my friendship with Catalina as well as our encounters with Paloma. Catalina is a great person whom I detailed earlier. Good friend, good student, good daughter. Blonde girl with an angelic face, white skin, and easy smile. Everything in a small package. Above all, two large inherited breasts from her mother but she doesn't use them to her advantage. She keeps them hidden whenever possible. A drug-addicted classmate describes her simply: You're alone, blonde which she responds to with silence and a noticeable reddening of her cheeks. She's discreet and Correct, with a clear mind. I like making her laugh and she laughs with me.
In the course, other classmates suggest forming a couple, referring to how well we get along. At first, we respond with a no way, we're just friends although in my head I'm wondering about possible future alternatives that could lead to a tumultuous relationship with my lover's 24-year-older daughter. After a few weeks and much joking about the topic, we seriously discuss it. She confesses a cultivated love since our first year together, but was afraid of losing our friendship so never clarified it.
- What's wrong with you? - I think this question is poorly formulated. The correct one should be What's wrong with us?
Everything reduces to a simple equation. Seeing her is seeing Paloma. Twenty-five years younger. But seeing her.
I remain lost in thought, remembering last summer when her mother made me come on the bed of my friend, staining the pillow and sheets she used for the last time before leaving for Europe with her dad and sister. I also remember her panties and briefs full of my semen while Paloma dominated and said Look at how you left all stained the thong of my girl, guy.
- ...And? - She waits for an answer. She looks at me with desperate eyes.
- I like you. You know as well as I do that we get along well... But... I don't know... I don't know. - I don't know if it's a good idea to start a relationship with you while I'm still getting used to your old lady all summer... and I'm still getting used to her... and I don't think I'll stop doing it. I like you, posta. But I don't want to mess up my life knowing that your old lady went out with your boyfriend before. And that's not even telling you about all the things she made me do in their house. And at your intimate things. Do you never tell her that I know all the colors of your panties by heart? I think I could even tell you which one you're wearing right now - No, Cata. I don't want us to end badly and have her leave. all to hell. Same thing you think. - And why does everything have to end badly? We like each other now. The hardest part is already over, right? Now it's just a matter of moving forward and taking risks. - Yes, the hardest part is already over - Liar...fool. - So did you like me from the first year on? - I tell her and hug her. - Yes! I used to look at you in recess and didn't even know what grade you were in or what your name was. But you seemed really cute. And then you ended up falling for us in third grade with them - She looks at me dazed and we kiss. Our first kiss. She's sweet and sincere. Warm. I'm a scar. Paloma is a diabolical puppeteer. - At night, I get an SMS with an attached photo. It's a close-up of her breasts squeezing together with her arm. Congratulations, little tortoises! Give your heart to my daughter. But remember that your cock belongs only to me. I don't respond and go to sleep. - Do you come over on the weekend? My sister is going out with her friend and we can watch a movie or whatever. - She looks at me mischievously. We've had sexual relations a few times in my house and at some parties. Nothing notable, we make love tenderly but clumsily. I have to adapt to her innocence and lower my contagious perversity. That wild sex that her mother has gotten me so used to. - At your house? Don't you want to go to the movies instead? - I don't want to be at her house under any circumstances, much less under the same roof with her and Paloma. - Okay, fine! Always when I tell you to come over, you reject my invitation. What's wrong? - She reproaches me reasonably. It's true, I always have a counter-proposal that ends up appeasing her arrangement. - Fine then. At your house on the weekend - I say while still paying attention to class. - Great! I'll pass you the address later. - I already know where it is - I say distractedly. - ... How do you know? - She says in a louder and more surprised voice. - Federico and Catalina, be quiet and pay attention - The professor gives me the few seconds I need to think and get out of my inertia. You invited me to dinner last year, don't you remember? - I say in a lower tone.
- Ah, yes, sure. - She relaxes.
- Bride's head - And you're an idiot too.
I almost avoided Paloma all night. I barely arrived and only greeted her with monosyllables. I showed myself to be overly attentive to Catalina. Even though it was her house, I attended to her and consented to everything. I served her what she wanted to drink, told her compliments, kissed her, and even brought her a chocolate that she loves.
Paloma walks around the house and always gives me a look with a face I know quite well. She's annoyed. She loses control and doesn't like it. She hates limits. The one who dominates the situation is me and I make sure to let her know.
- I'm going to sleep, no more - She announces and approaches to say goodbye.
- Bye, now we'll turn down the volume so you won't be disturbed - Her angelic daughter says.
- It's okay, my love... Enjoy yourselves, you deserve it - Her diabolical mother says.
- Bye - I say getting up to bid farewell.
- See you later - She tells me and gives me a kiss near her mouth, too close for my taste at that moment. Luckily, Catalina inherited her mother's breasts but not her suspicion.
Cuddled up on the couch with the lights off, we watch Paranormal Activity 3. Catalina leans her body against mine as the movie goes on. That terror movie thing is classic but cheesy. She's wearing a black set she uses to sleep and always gets praised for it. It consists of a loose top and a tiny short. I put my arm around her waist and let her rest lightly on her stomach, near her pubis. Then I start moving my fingers distractedly without taking my eyes off the TV. Drawing on her mount of Venus, her breathing becomes abnormal. My index finger opens the way between her tiny short and I start caressing her vulva over the thong. She gently digs her fingers into my thigh. Her breathing quickens. With a movement under her short, I see she's wearing one of the... tanguitas color green water that Paloma used to clean my penis. Paloma is always in my head.
- Keep going, love, give it to me - She begs, agitated. I focus on my girlfriend, I focus on the girl I like. I keep masturbating her softly; giving her gentle kisses on the neck, behind the ear and hair.
- Can I suck you a little? - She asks in a whisper. Unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants along with my boxer briefs. I recline on the familiar couch and look at the ceiling. She gets excited about oral sex, kissing and licking my trunk. Sucks until she can't anymore. Sometimes I scrape my teeth against the glans, causing a slight pain but I endure it. I don't want to hold her back; there will be time for guidance later. It's an inexperienced blow job but with love.
- Do you like it, life? - She says and when I look down to respond, I see Paloma standing in the doorway of her room, barely visible. Behind her daughter, intimate with her. A quick and silent movement of shadows behind the door handle indicates that she is masturbating herself. Pajering is the correct word. She doesn't masturbate; she pajers hard and fast. She looks at me and licks her thumb in mockery towards her daughter.
- Are you okay, love? Am I doing it wrong? - I look back at Catalina. She has my flaccid penis between her hands.
- No, no, my love. - I say and give her many short kisses. I glance sideways at Paloma's room. The door is closed. Was it always like that? - It's a bit late, I'm half-drunk. Do you mind if we go to bed and try there? - She makes a pouting face and we head to her room.
Away from my mother's gaze, I become myself again. Once more I am erect and prepared to love my girlfriend. We make love and fall asleep snoring. Or she sleeps. I couldn't sleep all night. I get up to pee. In the bathroom, someone opens the door and turns off the light. I feel a warm and mature body next to me. A body that even in the darkest penumbra, I recognize. Paloma.
- Hi guy, can I... Did you miss me? I miss your cock.
- What are you doing, crazy?! Your daughter is two meters away from here, get out, it's going to be a big mess!
- I know my daughter, guy. As she sleeps like an elephant under anesthesia, so soft and delicate as you see her, that if you use this information wisely, it can serve you.
- I don't care about anything, get out, I'll tell you! - I yell with the lowest possible voice.
- Ah. Don't you want me to suck your cock? Don't you want me to eat that venous cock that only heats up when my pussy is near? Don't you want it to fill your cock with hot flow? Come on, guy; let's not pretend we know each other. You use the word: pussy and I want your cock, let's not be coy.
- Me says, supporting her enormous breasts on my bare torso.
- Okay, Paloma, go ahead. Please, go ahead. I'm with Cata now and it's already been.
- And if it's already been why are you so hard up? - She takes a swipe at me, tearing part of the boxer and pinching my penis like a mast, while she says:
- I don't have a problem with you being with Cata, I even like that you take care of her. But this cock; your cock... Still belongs to me
- And as quickly as she finishes speaking, she occupies her mouth with my penis. With one single suck, she takes it all the way up to her throat, resting her nose on my pubic hair. I can't see the silhouettes drawn in the night. Everything is completely dark. I only feel the sound of my cock banging against her throat and her agitated breathing. The breathing of my lover. The woman with whom I'm now officially cheating on my girlfriend.
- If we're going to do it, let's make it quick and don't talk - I say, lifting her off her knees and positioning myself between her legs. She puts one leg over the toilet and opens up for me. I penetrate her once and without mercy.
- Ah! Yes, like that, guy! It shows you missed me - She says with a high-pitched tone. I penetrate quickly.
- Speak softly, don't wake Cata up - She laughs and grabs my ass tightly.
- Ah! Ah! Ah!
- Speak! below, piece of slut! - I say, already exasperated. Keep laughing, it amuses me to see you nervous. - Calm down, I'm the one in charge here, guy - I notice he's sucking his index finger and sending it up my ass while noticing his agitated smile. I choke back an involuntary shout that provokes me. He barely moves the finger in and out. It heats me up and makes me angry at the same time. I throw him against the cold tiles and start going at him without mercy. I grab his tits with a tantrum and he's fingering me with his finger. It's a struggle for sexual power. Who dominates who, and at the same time, making as much silence as possible. I finish with force, filling his interior, and bite his neck, leaving a notable mark the next day. It's the second fuck of the night but I keep going with the hard-on and don't stop penetrating her. At this point, I'm not sure if it's the heat or the anger that makes me keep going but I advance with fury without stopping. She finishes strong and in revenge bites my shoulder. It's toxic, angry sex. Sex with a tantrum. One of the best ejaculations there is. By then we had forgotten that Cata was sleeping just one wall away. I continue screwing her with my legs already numb until, standing at the point of cum, I push her down and force her to swallow my discharge. Once she's taken it all; only then does she pull her finger out of my ass. - What a yummy fuck, guy. I can't wait for the next one. - There won't be a next one. You'll have to change your habits. Go make yourself think I'm with your daughter. My cock too. - Yes, sure - He says as I return to bed with my girlfriend; leaving her in the dark and with my semen inside her. I get into bed and had been right; Catalina sleeps like an anesthetized elephant. I meditate on what I told Paloma: You'll have to change your habits. I fall asleep thinking, and a little smiling, that: Old habits are the hardest to change
The month Catalina was traveling in Europe; I spent it on another kind of trip with her mother. January passed full of dirty sex, sweat, and smoke. We started out neat and conventional in bed, but after a few encounters we got tired and bored. We began a city tour around the whole department. We bet on the kitchen, above the counter, and on the floor. From standing against the entrance door making it sound with a rhythm that betrayed lust. A mandatory stop was sitting on the bidet and Paloma riding me violently. She liked pinching my nipples, which I responded to by biting hers. I insulted a lot, shouting obscenities into the air, forcing our neighbors to participate. But her personal and dirtier habit was doing it in her daughters' bed, especially Catalina's. When we did it there, she'd force me to ejaculate onto her pillow and sheets.
- I won't change the sheets until the girls get here.
- Pervasive slut.
- Thanks.
At that time, I didn't know the meaning of those territorial marks. I was going to understand it in a few months.
I'm still solidifying my friendship with Catalina as well as our encounters with Paloma. Catalina is a great person whom I detailed earlier. Good friend, good student, good daughter. Blonde girl with an angelic face, white skin, and easy smile. Everything in a small package. Above all, two large inherited breasts from her mother but she doesn't use them to her advantage. She keeps them hidden whenever possible. A drug-addicted classmate describes her simply: You're alone, blonde which she responds to with silence and a noticeable reddening of her cheeks. She's discreet and Correct, with a clear mind. I like making her laugh and she laughs with me.
In the course, other classmates suggest forming a couple, referring to how well we get along. At first, we respond with a no way, we're just friends although in my head I'm wondering about possible future alternatives that could lead to a tumultuous relationship with my lover's 24-year-older daughter. After a few weeks and much joking about the topic, we seriously discuss it. She confesses a cultivated love since our first year together, but was afraid of losing our friendship so never clarified it.
- What's wrong with you? - I think this question is poorly formulated. The correct one should be What's wrong with us?
Everything reduces to a simple equation. Seeing her is seeing Paloma. Twenty-five years younger. But seeing her.
I remain lost in thought, remembering last summer when her mother made me come on the bed of my friend, staining the pillow and sheets she used for the last time before leaving for Europe with her dad and sister. I also remember her panties and briefs full of my semen while Paloma dominated and said Look at how you left all stained the thong of my girl, guy.
- ...And? - She waits for an answer. She looks at me with desperate eyes.
- I like you. You know as well as I do that we get along well... But... I don't know... I don't know. - I don't know if it's a good idea to start a relationship with you while I'm still getting used to your old lady all summer... and I'm still getting used to her... and I don't think I'll stop doing it. I like you, posta. But I don't want to mess up my life knowing that your old lady went out with your boyfriend before. And that's not even telling you about all the things she made me do in their house. And at your intimate things. Do you never tell her that I know all the colors of your panties by heart? I think I could even tell you which one you're wearing right now - No, Cata. I don't want us to end badly and have her leave. all to hell. Same thing you think. - And why does everything have to end badly? We like each other now. The hardest part is already over, right? Now it's just a matter of moving forward and taking risks. - Yes, the hardest part is already over - Liar...fool. - So did you like me from the first year on? - I tell her and hug her. - Yes! I used to look at you in recess and didn't even know what grade you were in or what your name was. But you seemed really cute. And then you ended up falling for us in third grade with them - She looks at me dazed and we kiss. Our first kiss. She's sweet and sincere. Warm. I'm a scar. Paloma is a diabolical puppeteer. - At night, I get an SMS with an attached photo. It's a close-up of her breasts squeezing together with her arm. Congratulations, little tortoises! Give your heart to my daughter. But remember that your cock belongs only to me. I don't respond and go to sleep. - Do you come over on the weekend? My sister is going out with her friend and we can watch a movie or whatever. - She looks at me mischievously. We've had sexual relations a few times in my house and at some parties. Nothing notable, we make love tenderly but clumsily. I have to adapt to her innocence and lower my contagious perversity. That wild sex that her mother has gotten me so used to. - At your house? Don't you want to go to the movies instead? - I don't want to be at her house under any circumstances, much less under the same roof with her and Paloma. - Okay, fine! Always when I tell you to come over, you reject my invitation. What's wrong? - She reproaches me reasonably. It's true, I always have a counter-proposal that ends up appeasing her arrangement. - Fine then. At your house on the weekend - I say while still paying attention to class. - Great! I'll pass you the address later. - I already know where it is - I say distractedly. - ... How do you know? - She says in a louder and more surprised voice. - Federico and Catalina, be quiet and pay attention - The professor gives me the few seconds I need to think and get out of my inertia. You invited me to dinner last year, don't you remember? - I say in a lower tone.
- Ah, yes, sure. - She relaxes.
- Bride's head - And you're an idiot too.
I almost avoided Paloma all night. I barely arrived and only greeted her with monosyllables. I showed myself to be overly attentive to Catalina. Even though it was her house, I attended to her and consented to everything. I served her what she wanted to drink, told her compliments, kissed her, and even brought her a chocolate that she loves.
Paloma walks around the house and always gives me a look with a face I know quite well. She's annoyed. She loses control and doesn't like it. She hates limits. The one who dominates the situation is me and I make sure to let her know.
- I'm going to sleep, no more - She announces and approaches to say goodbye.
- Bye, now we'll turn down the volume so you won't be disturbed - Her angelic daughter says.
- It's okay, my love... Enjoy yourselves, you deserve it - Her diabolical mother says.
- Bye - I say getting up to bid farewell.
- See you later - She tells me and gives me a kiss near her mouth, too close for my taste at that moment. Luckily, Catalina inherited her mother's breasts but not her suspicion.
Cuddled up on the couch with the lights off, we watch Paranormal Activity 3. Catalina leans her body against mine as the movie goes on. That terror movie thing is classic but cheesy. She's wearing a black set she uses to sleep and always gets praised for it. It consists of a loose top and a tiny short. I put my arm around her waist and let her rest lightly on her stomach, near her pubis. Then I start moving my fingers distractedly without taking my eyes off the TV. Drawing on her mount of Venus, her breathing becomes abnormal. My index finger opens the way between her tiny short and I start caressing her vulva over the thong. She gently digs her fingers into my thigh. Her breathing quickens. With a movement under her short, I see she's wearing one of the... tanguitas color green water that Paloma used to clean my penis. Paloma is always in my head.
- Keep going, love, give it to me - She begs, agitated. I focus on my girlfriend, I focus on the girl I like. I keep masturbating her softly; giving her gentle kisses on the neck, behind the ear and hair.
- Can I suck you a little? - She asks in a whisper. Unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants along with my boxer briefs. I recline on the familiar couch and look at the ceiling. She gets excited about oral sex, kissing and licking my trunk. Sucks until she can't anymore. Sometimes I scrape my teeth against the glans, causing a slight pain but I endure it. I don't want to hold her back; there will be time for guidance later. It's an inexperienced blow job but with love.
- Do you like it, life? - She says and when I look down to respond, I see Paloma standing in the doorway of her room, barely visible. Behind her daughter, intimate with her. A quick and silent movement of shadows behind the door handle indicates that she is masturbating herself. Pajering is the correct word. She doesn't masturbate; she pajers hard and fast. She looks at me and licks her thumb in mockery towards her daughter.
- Are you okay, love? Am I doing it wrong? - I look back at Catalina. She has my flaccid penis between her hands.
- No, no, my love. - I say and give her many short kisses. I glance sideways at Paloma's room. The door is closed. Was it always like that? - It's a bit late, I'm half-drunk. Do you mind if we go to bed and try there? - She makes a pouting face and we head to her room.
Away from my mother's gaze, I become myself again. Once more I am erect and prepared to love my girlfriend. We make love and fall asleep snoring. Or she sleeps. I couldn't sleep all night. I get up to pee. In the bathroom, someone opens the door and turns off the light. I feel a warm and mature body next to me. A body that even in the darkest penumbra, I recognize. Paloma.
- Hi guy, can I... Did you miss me? I miss your cock.
- What are you doing, crazy?! Your daughter is two meters away from here, get out, it's going to be a big mess!
- I know my daughter, guy. As she sleeps like an elephant under anesthesia, so soft and delicate as you see her, that if you use this information wisely, it can serve you.
- I don't care about anything, get out, I'll tell you! - I yell with the lowest possible voice.
- Ah. Don't you want me to suck your cock? Don't you want me to eat that venous cock that only heats up when my pussy is near? Don't you want it to fill your cock with hot flow? Come on, guy; let's not pretend we know each other. You use the word: pussy and I want your cock, let's not be coy.
- Me says, supporting her enormous breasts on my bare torso.
- Okay, Paloma, go ahead. Please, go ahead. I'm with Cata now and it's already been.
- And if it's already been why are you so hard up? - She takes a swipe at me, tearing part of the boxer and pinching my penis like a mast, while she says:
- I don't have a problem with you being with Cata, I even like that you take care of her. But this cock; your cock... Still belongs to me
- And as quickly as she finishes speaking, she occupies her mouth with my penis. With one single suck, she takes it all the way up to her throat, resting her nose on my pubic hair. I can't see the silhouettes drawn in the night. Everything is completely dark. I only feel the sound of my cock banging against her throat and her agitated breathing. The breathing of my lover. The woman with whom I'm now officially cheating on my girlfriend.
- If we're going to do it, let's make it quick and don't talk - I say, lifting her off her knees and positioning myself between her legs. She puts one leg over the toilet and opens up for me. I penetrate her once and without mercy.
- Ah! Yes, like that, guy! It shows you missed me - She says with a high-pitched tone. I penetrate quickly.
- Speak softly, don't wake Cata up - She laughs and grabs my ass tightly.
- Ah! Ah! Ah!
- Speak! below, piece of slut! - I say, already exasperated. Keep laughing, it amuses me to see you nervous. - Calm down, I'm the one in charge here, guy - I notice he's sucking his index finger and sending it up my ass while noticing his agitated smile. I choke back an involuntary shout that provokes me. He barely moves the finger in and out. It heats me up and makes me angry at the same time. I throw him against the cold tiles and start going at him without mercy. I grab his tits with a tantrum and he's fingering me with his finger. It's a struggle for sexual power. Who dominates who, and at the same time, making as much silence as possible. I finish with force, filling his interior, and bite his neck, leaving a notable mark the next day. It's the second fuck of the night but I keep going with the hard-on and don't stop penetrating her. At this point, I'm not sure if it's the heat or the anger that makes me keep going but I advance with fury without stopping. She finishes strong and in revenge bites my shoulder. It's toxic, angry sex. Sex with a tantrum. One of the best ejaculations there is. By then we had forgotten that Cata was sleeping just one wall away. I continue screwing her with my legs already numb until, standing at the point of cum, I push her down and force her to swallow my discharge. Once she's taken it all; only then does she pull her finger out of my ass. - What a yummy fuck, guy. I can't wait for the next one. - There won't be a next one. You'll have to change your habits. Go make yourself think I'm with your daughter. My cock too. - Yes, sure - He says as I return to bed with my girlfriend; leaving her in the dark and with my semen inside her. I get into bed and had been right; Catalina sleeps like an anesthetized elephant. I meditate on what I told Paloma: You'll have to change your habits. I fall asleep thinking, and a little smiling, that: Old habits are the hardest to change
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