It's Sunday. It's that strange hour that only appears in the weeks leading up to spring, when the sky seems to hold a perpetual sunset, and it will be two hours of an unusual color that makes me wonder if it's day or night? I don't want to look at the clock to find out because either way is the same. It's Sunday, I'm not sure how long, at some unknown hour, we've been locked up with my niece for three months, and it's been four months since I last had sex with anyone, and at any moment I might do something stupid with my brother. Yes, I know. It sounds strong, but it's the truth. Four months without sex, looking at the same faces day after day. And if that's bad for a normal person, for me it's a disaster unprecedented in human history and nymphomania, an attack, genocide, state terrorism. I know I'm exaggerating, I know confinement is necessary, but well, my desires can get to me and make me delirious.
Eye, when I say nymphomania, I only say it for saying it, with respect to those who may suffer from that condition, I'm just a slut who likes sex, too much. Too much. Let's say, to graph, that fuck is not just pleasure for me, but also satisfies a need, like scratching an intense and compulsive itch. That's why I masturbate about 2 times a day (approx), that's why my cell phone is full of photos and videos they sent during these 3 months of booty, tits, shells, and any other erogenous zone that can be photographed, that's why I let the dog sleep in my bed, and that's why at any moment I'm going to tell my brother to watch a movie and we won't watch it. I don't know when this itch started, I don't have the exact memory of saying uh, me pica la... use the word: pussy... voy rascarme, ey! esto se siente bien, le voy a dedicar el resto de mi vida a esta comezón. What I do know is that it started young, very little, a girl who already rubbed her private parts -as they used to say- against everything, chairs, tables, the edge of the bed, mattress, pillows, everything that would serve for scratching myself. And it didn't matter where, when, or with whom, as long as one thing mattered to me. The funny thing is that I didn't know what it was about until adolescence, over time I learned that what I did in public was wrong and had to be done privately, but it wasn't until I was a teenager that I found out what it was. And when I knew my head exploded, but well, let's go step by step. I come from a family of low resources, I'm not saying we were poor, but we didn't have much extra. What this meant in our case was having to share the house with my grandmother, uncles, and cousins. And it was these last ones who taught me what this thing I did compulsively every time I could was about. Since we were little, we're very close, they are two brothers, one a year younger than me and the other two years older. We did everything together as kids, even went to the same school -at that time I already had my porn compulsion, but none of us knew what it was-. The thing is that due to work reasons my old man moved to another province, which ended with my mom and I following him a few months later. I would travel every now and then to visit my family in my hometown, but not as often as I wanted for obvious reasons. So I only traveled 2 or 3 times a year. A few years went by and that time came when my cousins taught me what my compulsion was about, on one of those rare occasions when their family visited us. My parents and uncles had gone to dinner and I think they were going to the casino afterwards, my cousins and I stayed home alone, and after watching a movie and eating pizza we stayed in my room chatting and telling stories, I being an innocent girl at that time didn't have much to tell except some nonsense with my friends or the boy I liked, but what they had to tell me was incredible, full of curiosities and things that sounded out of the Allowed for us: they told me about watching porn with their neighborhood friends - what I asked was what that was, and they started searching on TV to see if there was something to clear up my doubt - they told me about kissing tongues with schoolgirl companions, about seeing a transparent thong on their teacher, and they told me how they jerked off while watching that porn. - Masturbation? I asked, suspecting it was something forbidden - what is that? - You won't know, will you? Elías replied, the biggest one. - No idea. - It's when you touch yourself down there- Ezequiel explained - In my parts? - Yes, they said at the same time. I responded by bringing my hand to my crotch and leaving it there, which made them respond that no, I had to do it under my clothes. - How? Show me- now I laugh because I was a teenager receiving masturbation lessons from some kids still - the truth is that the whole situation still heats me up to this day- - You're different from us, I don't know how it's done in women- Elías said. - Well, show me how you do it. They looked at each other, as if searching for courage between them, nodded their heads and brought their hand to their pants, the thing is that they didn't get hard, so one kept looking on TV for something remotely erotic until finally found ISAT that saving channel, which everyone with almost 30 years remembers fondly for its post-midnight programming. I don't remember if they were already gone, but I do remember they stayed watching what was happening while they petted themselves under their pants. - But show me, because I'm not seeing anything- I said, getting annoyed without knowing why. They lowered their pants and my obsession began. There they were, semi-hard, circumcised for some reason - not because they're Jewish - small, a bit thin and not that big, but there they were and here they are, in my memory forever. Fascinated, I watched them pet each other, how they grabbed the dick and lifted it up and They lowered themselves inexpertly. Excited, I wanted to do the same, so I took off my pants without them noticing, their faces still make me laugh today. Their open mouths, big eyes like plates, and their members (because they were still members, later they became properly gay) almost jumped off their bodies, they masturbated even more intensely seeing me, I was petrified watching how they had put themselves on seeing me without pants, petrified by excitement, never having felt that way before, I felt a intense heat gathering in my chest and flowing down my body to reach my vulva, I felt it getting wet. And I wanted to show them, opened my legs as much as I could to facilitate their view, and led by an ancestral reflex put my hand on my pussy and caressed it for the first time like it should be, I masturbated being seen by my cousins and looking at my cousins. My fingers caressed my strip without knowing where to settle, tried to enter but hurt and stopped, so I went up and reached a little mound that I already knew from sight, touched it and felt an electricity running through my body like never before had. Instinctively I sucked on a finger and went back to touching it, it felt good, very good, too much, my cousins were in the background mesmerized by my masturbation, I was in my own sauce, discovering this pleasure so similar to the one I felt all those times but far away. It was sudden, Elías moved his face to my vagina without me noticing and without touching stayed there, looking at it closely, animated Ezequiel did the same and they stayed there, wanking themselves seeing how I was wanking myself. And I couldn't take it anymore, the orgasm was sudden, an explosion that came out of nowhere and caught me by surprise, I wanted to close my legs but a hand on each side prevented me and that was more than I could tolerate, had another orgasm, the first because my cousins were seeing me, the second because they touched my legs, if only. They would have ended soon, what would have happened?
Eye, when I say nymphomania, I only say it for saying it, with respect to those who may suffer from that condition, I'm just a slut who likes sex, too much. Too much. Let's say, to graph, that fuck is not just pleasure for me, but also satisfies a need, like scratching an intense and compulsive itch. That's why I masturbate about 2 times a day (approx), that's why my cell phone is full of photos and videos they sent during these 3 months of booty, tits, shells, and any other erogenous zone that can be photographed, that's why I let the dog sleep in my bed, and that's why at any moment I'm going to tell my brother to watch a movie and we won't watch it. I don't know when this itch started, I don't have the exact memory of saying uh, me pica la... use the word: pussy... voy rascarme, ey! esto se siente bien, le voy a dedicar el resto de mi vida a esta comezón. What I do know is that it started young, very little, a girl who already rubbed her private parts -as they used to say- against everything, chairs, tables, the edge of the bed, mattress, pillows, everything that would serve for scratching myself. And it didn't matter where, when, or with whom, as long as one thing mattered to me. The funny thing is that I didn't know what it was about until adolescence, over time I learned that what I did in public was wrong and had to be done privately, but it wasn't until I was a teenager that I found out what it was. And when I knew my head exploded, but well, let's go step by step. I come from a family of low resources, I'm not saying we were poor, but we didn't have much extra. What this meant in our case was having to share the house with my grandmother, uncles, and cousins. And it was these last ones who taught me what this thing I did compulsively every time I could was about. Since we were little, we're very close, they are two brothers, one a year younger than me and the other two years older. We did everything together as kids, even went to the same school -at that time I already had my porn compulsion, but none of us knew what it was-. The thing is that due to work reasons my old man moved to another province, which ended with my mom and I following him a few months later. I would travel every now and then to visit my family in my hometown, but not as often as I wanted for obvious reasons. So I only traveled 2 or 3 times a year. A few years went by and that time came when my cousins taught me what my compulsion was about, on one of those rare occasions when their family visited us. My parents and uncles had gone to dinner and I think they were going to the casino afterwards, my cousins and I stayed home alone, and after watching a movie and eating pizza we stayed in my room chatting and telling stories, I being an innocent girl at that time didn't have much to tell except some nonsense with my friends or the boy I liked, but what they had to tell me was incredible, full of curiosities and things that sounded out of the Allowed for us: they told me about watching porn with their neighborhood friends - what I asked was what that was, and they started searching on TV to see if there was something to clear up my doubt - they told me about kissing tongues with schoolgirl companions, about seeing a transparent thong on their teacher, and they told me how they jerked off while watching that porn. - Masturbation? I asked, suspecting it was something forbidden - what is that? - You won't know, will you? Elías replied, the biggest one. - No idea. - It's when you touch yourself down there- Ezequiel explained - In my parts? - Yes, they said at the same time. I responded by bringing my hand to my crotch and leaving it there, which made them respond that no, I had to do it under my clothes. - How? Show me- now I laugh because I was a teenager receiving masturbation lessons from some kids still - the truth is that the whole situation still heats me up to this day- - You're different from us, I don't know how it's done in women- Elías said. - Well, show me how you do it. They looked at each other, as if searching for courage between them, nodded their heads and brought their hand to their pants, the thing is that they didn't get hard, so one kept looking on TV for something remotely erotic until finally found ISAT that saving channel, which everyone with almost 30 years remembers fondly for its post-midnight programming. I don't remember if they were already gone, but I do remember they stayed watching what was happening while they petted themselves under their pants. - But show me, because I'm not seeing anything- I said, getting annoyed without knowing why. They lowered their pants and my obsession began. There they were, semi-hard, circumcised for some reason - not because they're Jewish - small, a bit thin and not that big, but there they were and here they are, in my memory forever. Fascinated, I watched them pet each other, how they grabbed the dick and lifted it up and They lowered themselves inexpertly. Excited, I wanted to do the same, so I took off my pants without them noticing, their faces still make me laugh today. Their open mouths, big eyes like plates, and their members (because they were still members, later they became properly gay) almost jumped off their bodies, they masturbated even more intensely seeing me, I was petrified watching how they had put themselves on seeing me without pants, petrified by excitement, never having felt that way before, I felt a intense heat gathering in my chest and flowing down my body to reach my vulva, I felt it getting wet. And I wanted to show them, opened my legs as much as I could to facilitate their view, and led by an ancestral reflex put my hand on my pussy and caressed it for the first time like it should be, I masturbated being seen by my cousins and looking at my cousins. My fingers caressed my strip without knowing where to settle, tried to enter but hurt and stopped, so I went up and reached a little mound that I already knew from sight, touched it and felt an electricity running through my body like never before had. Instinctively I sucked on a finger and went back to touching it, it felt good, very good, too much, my cousins were in the background mesmerized by my masturbation, I was in my own sauce, discovering this pleasure so similar to the one I felt all those times but far away. It was sudden, Elías moved his face to my vagina without me noticing and without touching stayed there, looking at it closely, animated Ezequiel did the same and they stayed there, wanking themselves seeing how I was wanking myself. And I couldn't take it anymore, the orgasm was sudden, an explosion that came out of nowhere and caught me by surprise, I wanted to close my legs but a hand on each side prevented me and that was more than I could tolerate, had another orgasm, the first because my cousins were seeing me, the second because they touched my legs, if only. They would have ended soon, what would have happened?
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