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No te vas a arrepentir!
CATHERINE
Había llegado a San jerónimo con un bagaje de ilusiones, a mis treinta años había decidido aceptar una jugosa oferta laboral y empezar una nueva vida.
En parte quería escribir mi futuro empezando de cero, un proyecto de vida ambicioso, con posibilidades de progreso, en una ciudad que crecía a ritmo vertiginoso cimentada en un poderoso cordón industrial. Por otro lado, deseaba borrar mi pasado, necesitaba olvidar la amargura del engaño de la que imaginaba como al amor de mi vida, hacía un par de años que sospechaba de la infidelidad de Raquel, mi esposa, pero me cegué, hasta encontrarla y verla con mis propios ojos en mi cama con otro tipo.
El comienzo fue duro, solo, completamente solo, sin familia, sin amistades, en un lugar desconocido.
La conocí una mañana por casualidad, tomé el ómnibus de línea como hacía todas las mañanas, había algunos lugares vacíos y otros ocupados, por aquí, por allá, ella atrajo de inmediato mi mirada, estaba sentada contra una de las ventanillas, semidormida, cabeceando inconscientemente en un sueño que no terminaba por envolverla, me senté a su lado con sumo cuidado de no molestarla. Tenía una apariencia centroamericana, de piel morena, labios carnosos y provocativos, y una endemoniada cabellera enrulada, un jean ajustado y una remera un tanto holgada dejaban imaginar un cuerpecito de perfecta armonía, sus pechos saltaban con el movimiento del ómnibus y atraían mi mirada. Sobre sus muslos llevaba unas carpetas sobre las cuales depositaba sus manos llenas de anillos, con llamativas uñas rojas esculpidas a espejo.
En un momento, los movimientos y su estado de inconciencia se combinaron para que las carpetas fueran a parar al piso y se despertara sobresaltada, rápidamente la ayude con sus cosas y ella me lo agradeció con un acento que o hacía más que confirmar su origen, más adelante me enteraría que Catherine había nacido en Panamá, pero en ese momento no pude arrancarle muchas palabras, apenas sonrisas y monosílabos tratando de esquivar mis improvisadas adulaciones. Al llegar al predio de facultades, ella pidió permiso y la vi alejarse, con un rico perfume y una silueta que lucía aún mejor de lo que había imaginado.
Me quedé ciego ante tanta belleza y día tras día subí al ómnibus con la esperanza de encontrarla, pero una y otra vez me quedaría con las ganas.
El destino volvería a encontrarnos, tuve que ir al predio de facultades a validar unos estudios a pedido de la empresa donde trabajaba y ella iba caminado bajo una larga arboleda que rodea los edificios, con una pollera azul a media pierna que resaltaba un culito más que sugerente, aceleré el paso hasta ponerme a la par, la saludé, ella pareció no recordarme, pero poco a poco entablamos un diálogo, ella se negaba rotundamente pero al menos fui más que satisfecho con el número de su celular agendado.
Así empezamos, fuimos a tomar unas copas, Catherine estaba sola, no tenía familia, estudiaba medicina y tenía una beca universitaria que le alcanzaba para alquilar un departamento y vivir modestamente, éramos dos almas solitarias que se encontraron en un lugar del mundo, su voz, su acento, más la escuchaba y más me enamoraba de ella, era como un canto de sirenas, solo que cada vez que intentaba avanzar ella ponía un freno, mantenía la distancia, decía que le encantaba mi compañía, pero solo me veía como amigo, que no me ilusionara, que entre nosotros era imposible que existiera algo más que eso…
Pero yo me había enamorado, pasaba el día pensado en ella y sabía que ella tenía los mismos sentimientos y ni siquiera había podido robarle un beso, aunque se notaba que se moría por ganas de besarme…
Y una noche pude robarle el primero y sentí sus labios, ella se descuidó y yo apreté el acelerador, metí mi lengua en su boca y ella pareció deshacerse en mis brazos, fueron apenas treinta segundos, pero de pronto se apartó rechazándome y se puso a llorar como una chiquilla y entre sollozos repetía una otra vez
-No seas estúpida Catherine… no puedes enamorarte, tú lo sabes…
Y yo no podía entender, cuál era el problema, cuál era el secreto, pero trataba de acercarme y ella me rechazaba, a mis preguntas solo respondía con silencio y volvíamos a no poder ser más que amigos, frezando mis sentimientos…
Pasarían seis meses para conocer el motivo…
En la empresa ya me habían facilitado un coche para poder movilizarme, solía llevar a Catherine de un lado a otro, incluso hasta su domicilio al cual una y otra vez me había impedido acceder para evitar que avanzara sobre ella.
Esa noche estaba demasiado bonita, en principio era una cena en un restaurante de la zona, lucía un vestido plateado demasiado ajustado, yo ya estaba demasiado cansado de idas y vueltas, con la testosterona por el cielo al regreso sin decir nada cambié de camino, ella se mantuvo expectante, hasta que giré y me metí en un hotel alojamiento, entonces ella protestó negándose una y otra vez, pero esta vez las cosas se harían a mi manera y casi a la rastra estábamos los dos solos en un cuarto con una cama esperándonos.
Catherine intentaba escaparse y evitaba que la tocara, al fin se vio acorralada y resignada exclamó mirándome a los ojos.
-Bien… sé que me odiarás por esto, solo quiero que sepas que me había jurado no enamorarme, pero nunca había sentido por un hombre lo que siento por ti…
No entendí sus palabras en ese momento y no me dio tiempo a preguntar porque se abalanzó desesperadamente y me dio el beso más dulce y profundo que una mujer me hubiera podido dar, Catherine no me besaba con su cuerpo, me estaba besando con su alma…
Me sentí hervir, mis manos fueron a sus pechos, a sus nalgas, a su concha…
Catherine no tenía concha, en su lugar noté un bulto, se me heló la sangre y la separé con violencia, no podía creerlo, ella solo miró el piso.
Volví sobre ella como un toro enceguecido, necesitaba comprobarlo, casi por la fuerza levanté su vestido y descubrí una enorme verga reposando bajo una delicada tanga…
Solo le dí una furiosa cachetada que la hizo tambalear sobre sus altos tacos y caer de culo al piso, al costado de la cama, Catherine solo comenzó a llorar, a llorar profundamente, con el alma herida, pagué el lugar y solo me fui…
La odié en ese momento y en los días siguientes, pero no podía dejar de pensar en ella, aunque no era mujer, Catherine era sin dudas la mujer más sensual, más excitante y más femenina que había conocido en mi vida, puta madre! Me atormentaba la mente, no podía sacarla de mis pensamientos.
Pasaron veinte días en los que no supe nada de ella, decidí que debía cerrar una historia, tenía muchas preguntas y pocas respuestas.
Conocía a la perfección sus horarios, su domicilio, así que monté guardia hasta verla llegar, entonces la abordé en la puerta, bajo el umbral, ella se molestó al verme, no quería saber nada conmigo, pero yo insistí y nuevamente casi por la fuerza la metí adentro.
-Que mierda quieres ahora?
-Quiero saber todo, tu vida, quien eres, porque lo ocultaste…
Ella entonces hizo una detallada narrativa desde sus más jóvenes recuerdos, de su origen en Panamá, de sus gustos, de sus preferencias, de su orientación sexual, de sus cambios físicos, del desprecio de su familia, de su viaje a la Argentina y como sola hizo su camino, entonces le pregunté por qué no me lo había contado, ella con una risa sarcástica me dijo
-Y que hubieras dicho? acaso me abrías aceptado? crees que es fácil para mí? Desde el día en que nos conocimos yo intenté en cada segundo que la relación no avanzara, no podía darme el lujo de ilusionarme contigo y me daba cuanta que te estabas enamorando de mí, pero si bien quería apartarte de mi lado por otro me aterraba perderte…
-Y preferiste engañarme?
-Engañarte? No entiendes verdad? no entiendes que te amo como más que a mí misma? Que daría mi vida por ti? Solo quería que veas una mujer en mí, pero el otro día cuando me diste esa cachetada y ver cómo me mirabas, con desprecio, solo viendo un puto reprimido…
No podía asumir que fuera como fuera, yo me había enamorado de esa persona e internamente debía luchar con demasiado ideales que amenazaban con derrumbarse, mi mejor defensa fue el ataque, y comencé a reprocharle todo lo ocurrido, ella reaccionó y la discusión fue levantando temperatura, al borde de los golpes, me tiró con un plato que tenía a mano y a los gritos me pidió que me fuera, que la dejara sola, que ya no la molestara…
Acted by instinct, like a wild predator, I pushed Catherine back until she hit the rear wall, turned her around, and she leaned her forehead against it. Her back was facing my side, I lifted her skirt up to her waist, and her dark buttocks were left exposed except for a delicate white strip of fabric. I took her between my fingers and ripped it off with a strong tug. She remained motionless, I unbuttoned her pants, lowered mine, pulled out my hard cock, spat on my hand, and inserted it into her anus. I searched for her hole with the tip and buried myself in her with ease. I started moving with fury inside her, wildly, releasing all my pent-up desires. Catherine was enjoying each thrust, letting out loud gasps from her lips that filled my ears with pleasure.
I didn't take long, I came inside her, filling her backside with semen, it was glorious...
I only withdrew, exhausted, and collapsed onto a chair. She turned around slowly, lowering her skirt, and a tear rolled down her face as she said to me:
You shouldn't have done it...
We looked at each other in silence, we were in love, beyond her sex, I had fallen in love with her heart and her genitals wouldn't be an obstacle.
I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I proposed sharing a roof. Not long after, Catherine and I became a couple and I started to feel the rejection of society because I lived with a faggot, which made me one too, and that accusatory finger that I had often raised myself now turned against me.
She continued her studies, I my work, and I learned to make love in a different way. She didn't have a ring, so she sucked me off and gave it to me richly up the ass, let's say we started living like married people, she remained as feminine as ever and excessively attentive to my needs.
However, there was something that bothered me, I didn't feel entirely honest with her because I wasn't giving myself fully, only what I wanted... it interested me and even though Catherine would never complain about anything, I needed to change some things intimately if I wanted our love to be mutual surrender. Months ago I would have my first opportunity, a Sunday morning, just starting to clear up when I woke up, had the urge to urinate so half asleep half awake went to the bathroom, no longer tired, calculated it was around 7 or 8 in the morning, washed my face and teeth, combed my hair and returned to the room for my clothes, on tiptoes not to disturb her. It was then that I couldn't resist, Catherine was sleeping deeply, lying on her back with a transparent undershirt she used to sleep in, but the issue was between her legs, had a terrible erection, her cock hard as a mast had burst out of the small black thong she was wearing at the time, I clarify that she has an enormous and enviable cock, extremely long and thick, it's not unnoticed. I approached her side, quietly, decided, got into position without her noticing, got closer, kissed her, one, two, three times, it was huge and menacing, took her hand to undress her glans, at that moment she opened her eyes surprised by my behavior, smiled, only let me do it. I should have learned, never had sucked a cock before, but put the same devotion I once put into sucking my wife's pussy. Took it between my hands and licked it from tip to tip, her beautiful hairless testicles, masturbated it slowly, got deep in, soft but deep, it had a tasty flavor, she was looking at me without saying a word, only let me do it. As a man I knew what she would like, how she would like it, caressed the lower part of her bare glans with the tip of my tongue, not rough, not sloppy, masturbated it as long as it was, suddenly in my hand I felt it pulsating with force, felt it coming, I was excited, only let it come into my hand, her semen started jumping wildly all over her Belly, getting to her beautiful breasts and up to her neck, I felt happy, happy for her, happy for me.
I finished by licking her cock again, by tracing her body with my tongue from her cock to her mouth, passing through seas of cum on the way, tasting it for the first time in my life. She asked me to return the favor and gave me a terrible blow job, but she didn't let a single drop escape...
But not everything would be a rose garden. The excellent cohabitation I had with my new love inside began to suffer due to what was happening outside, homophobia from society entered through our pores, reaching our bones...
Catherine had graduated and her first intention was to specialize in pediatrics, but with deep pain she had to endure continuous rejections due to her condition, despite having one of the best averages in the faculty. And if she couldn't get a miserable job as a clinical doctor, what future would await her as a pediatrician? Who would want to put the health of their children in the hands of a trans girl?
My life wasn't going much better, my relationship at work ran like a powder trail, soon I became the center of jokes, discreet glances, rejections, discussions. They made me feel like a mangy dog and my sexuality was on everyone's lips.
One afternoon they called me from human resources, I already imagined the reason, they tried to explain that there was nothing against me, that I was excellent at what I did, and so many more flatteries... but my relationship, which they didn't object to, was bringing many problems to the personnel. And then, I had to understand, or they would fire half the company or just one person. I just smiled before their excuses and false flatteries...
A few months ago we decided to start from scratch, we sold the house, and with the money they gave me at work we left the city behind, Catherine forgot her future in medicine and I left my profession in the past.
Now we live near... sea, we have a personal venture, a general merchandise business. Today marks the first month since what was supposed to happen... happened. The sea air had me extremely excited, that Sunday we were free, I didn't say anything, it was a surprise, I shaved everything for her - my penis, balls, anus, all for her. In the morning, we changed into beach clothes to go to the beach, seeing her in a swimsuit was maddening, I asked her to take some photos, another one, and another one, Catherine got excited about it and soon her cock inflated menacingly, so I took more photos, somewhat pornographic, left the camera aside and went on top of her, we didn't kiss wildly, I kissed her breasts, neck, shoulders, soon we were both naked like crazy lovers, lost in time and space. I took her to bed, laid her back down and went on top of her, but inverted, started licking her enormous saber that was hard and appetizing, she grabbed my ass and did the same with mine, I noticed she was excited discovering me completely shaved, she ran her tongue over my cock and balls, but I kept going down a little and then a little more, letting my sphincter naturally reach her mouth, there were no words, no requests, suddenly Catherine just sucked and kissed my ass, and I liked feeling her, then it was when I changed positions, went to kiss her again and said... -My love, today I want to be all yours, I want to give myself completely, I don't want any barriers between us and I love you just as you are, I wouldn't change a thing about you, you're perfect just the way you are... While she was getting lubricant, I got on all fours to receive her, soon she was behind me and felt her playing with her greased fingers in my entrance, it didn't please me too much and I felt half uncomfortable, but I was willing to get to the end, then I saw her grease her meat rod to start rubbing it in my ass, she settled in, aimed, and pushed softly, oh hell! what pain! I let her keep going, slowly pushing more and more, and each time it hurt more, what cock! fat that I had!
After some struggles Catherine overcame my resistance and her cock was buried in my ass, she moved slowly, my pain turned into pleasure, I started to moan, I wanted her to put it all in me, fill me with joy.
She gave it to me in every position imaginable, we filled ourselves with love, but at the end I took the initiative, I made her lie back down and I rode her, I took her enormous cock and sat on it, started moving backwards and forwards, her tits moved with my movements, my cock was harder than ever and she was masturbating me.
I took her hands and pulled them back like holding her prisoner, all I wanted was to give her pleasure, I wanted to see her face, it was perfect, my cock was about to come with my glans exposed, I felt her coming, both of us at the same time, she closed her eyes, lost, started exploding in my ass filling me with cum and I on top of her, without even touching my cock it started pouring liters of cum onto her abdomen. I gave myself completely, left with my ass open and full of semen, we kissed passionately...
And that's my story until today, a perfect story with the perfect woman, total and complete surrender, I wouldn't change her for anyone...
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No te vas a arrepentir!
CATHERINE
Había llegado a San jerónimo con un bagaje de ilusiones, a mis treinta años había decidido aceptar una jugosa oferta laboral y empezar una nueva vida.
En parte quería escribir mi futuro empezando de cero, un proyecto de vida ambicioso, con posibilidades de progreso, en una ciudad que crecía a ritmo vertiginoso cimentada en un poderoso cordón industrial. Por otro lado, deseaba borrar mi pasado, necesitaba olvidar la amargura del engaño de la que imaginaba como al amor de mi vida, hacía un par de años que sospechaba de la infidelidad de Raquel, mi esposa, pero me cegué, hasta encontrarla y verla con mis propios ojos en mi cama con otro tipo.
El comienzo fue duro, solo, completamente solo, sin familia, sin amistades, en un lugar desconocido.
La conocí una mañana por casualidad, tomé el ómnibus de línea como hacía todas las mañanas, había algunos lugares vacíos y otros ocupados, por aquí, por allá, ella atrajo de inmediato mi mirada, estaba sentada contra una de las ventanillas, semidormida, cabeceando inconscientemente en un sueño que no terminaba por envolverla, me senté a su lado con sumo cuidado de no molestarla. Tenía una apariencia centroamericana, de piel morena, labios carnosos y provocativos, y una endemoniada cabellera enrulada, un jean ajustado y una remera un tanto holgada dejaban imaginar un cuerpecito de perfecta armonía, sus pechos saltaban con el movimiento del ómnibus y atraían mi mirada. Sobre sus muslos llevaba unas carpetas sobre las cuales depositaba sus manos llenas de anillos, con llamativas uñas rojas esculpidas a espejo.
En un momento, los movimientos y su estado de inconciencia se combinaron para que las carpetas fueran a parar al piso y se despertara sobresaltada, rápidamente la ayude con sus cosas y ella me lo agradeció con un acento que o hacía más que confirmar su origen, más adelante me enteraría que Catherine había nacido en Panamá, pero en ese momento no pude arrancarle muchas palabras, apenas sonrisas y monosílabos tratando de esquivar mis improvisadas adulaciones. Al llegar al predio de facultades, ella pidió permiso y la vi alejarse, con un rico perfume y una silueta que lucía aún mejor de lo que había imaginado.
Me quedé ciego ante tanta belleza y día tras día subí al ómnibus con la esperanza de encontrarla, pero una y otra vez me quedaría con las ganas.
El destino volvería a encontrarnos, tuve que ir al predio de facultades a validar unos estudios a pedido de la empresa donde trabajaba y ella iba caminado bajo una larga arboleda que rodea los edificios, con una pollera azul a media pierna que resaltaba un culito más que sugerente, aceleré el paso hasta ponerme a la par, la saludé, ella pareció no recordarme, pero poco a poco entablamos un diálogo, ella se negaba rotundamente pero al menos fui más que satisfecho con el número de su celular agendado.
Así empezamos, fuimos a tomar unas copas, Catherine estaba sola, no tenía familia, estudiaba medicina y tenía una beca universitaria que le alcanzaba para alquilar un departamento y vivir modestamente, éramos dos almas solitarias que se encontraron en un lugar del mundo, su voz, su acento, más la escuchaba y más me enamoraba de ella, era como un canto de sirenas, solo que cada vez que intentaba avanzar ella ponía un freno, mantenía la distancia, decía que le encantaba mi compañía, pero solo me veía como amigo, que no me ilusionara, que entre nosotros era imposible que existiera algo más que eso…
Pero yo me había enamorado, pasaba el día pensado en ella y sabía que ella tenía los mismos sentimientos y ni siquiera había podido robarle un beso, aunque se notaba que se moría por ganas de besarme…
Y una noche pude robarle el primero y sentí sus labios, ella se descuidó y yo apreté el acelerador, metí mi lengua en su boca y ella pareció deshacerse en mis brazos, fueron apenas treinta segundos, pero de pronto se apartó rechazándome y se puso a llorar como una chiquilla y entre sollozos repetía una otra vez
-No seas estúpida Catherine… no puedes enamorarte, tú lo sabes…
Y yo no podía entender, cuál era el problema, cuál era el secreto, pero trataba de acercarme y ella me rechazaba, a mis preguntas solo respondía con silencio y volvíamos a no poder ser más que amigos, frezando mis sentimientos…
Pasarían seis meses para conocer el motivo…
En la empresa ya me habían facilitado un coche para poder movilizarme, solía llevar a Catherine de un lado a otro, incluso hasta su domicilio al cual una y otra vez me había impedido acceder para evitar que avanzara sobre ella.
Esa noche estaba demasiado bonita, en principio era una cena en un restaurante de la zona, lucía un vestido plateado demasiado ajustado, yo ya estaba demasiado cansado de idas y vueltas, con la testosterona por el cielo al regreso sin decir nada cambié de camino, ella se mantuvo expectante, hasta que giré y me metí en un hotel alojamiento, entonces ella protestó negándose una y otra vez, pero esta vez las cosas se harían a mi manera y casi a la rastra estábamos los dos solos en un cuarto con una cama esperándonos.
Catherine intentaba escaparse y evitaba que la tocara, al fin se vio acorralada y resignada exclamó mirándome a los ojos.
-Bien… sé que me odiarás por esto, solo quiero que sepas que me había jurado no enamorarme, pero nunca había sentido por un hombre lo que siento por ti…
No entendí sus palabras en ese momento y no me dio tiempo a preguntar porque se abalanzó desesperadamente y me dio el beso más dulce y profundo que una mujer me hubiera podido dar, Catherine no me besaba con su cuerpo, me estaba besando con su alma…
Me sentí hervir, mis manos fueron a sus pechos, a sus nalgas, a su concha…
Catherine no tenía concha, en su lugar noté un bulto, se me heló la sangre y la separé con violencia, no podía creerlo, ella solo miró el piso.
Volví sobre ella como un toro enceguecido, necesitaba comprobarlo, casi por la fuerza levanté su vestido y descubrí una enorme verga reposando bajo una delicada tanga…
Solo le dí una furiosa cachetada que la hizo tambalear sobre sus altos tacos y caer de culo al piso, al costado de la cama, Catherine solo comenzó a llorar, a llorar profundamente, con el alma herida, pagué el lugar y solo me fui…
La odié en ese momento y en los días siguientes, pero no podía dejar de pensar en ella, aunque no era mujer, Catherine era sin dudas la mujer más sensual, más excitante y más femenina que había conocido en mi vida, puta madre! Me atormentaba la mente, no podía sacarla de mis pensamientos.
Pasaron veinte días en los que no supe nada de ella, decidí que debía cerrar una historia, tenía muchas preguntas y pocas respuestas.
Conocía a la perfección sus horarios, su domicilio, así que monté guardia hasta verla llegar, entonces la abordé en la puerta, bajo el umbral, ella se molestó al verme, no quería saber nada conmigo, pero yo insistí y nuevamente casi por la fuerza la metí adentro.
-Que mierda quieres ahora?
-Quiero saber todo, tu vida, quien eres, porque lo ocultaste…
Ella entonces hizo una detallada narrativa desde sus más jóvenes recuerdos, de su origen en Panamá, de sus gustos, de sus preferencias, de su orientación sexual, de sus cambios físicos, del desprecio de su familia, de su viaje a la Argentina y como sola hizo su camino, entonces le pregunté por qué no me lo había contado, ella con una risa sarcástica me dijo
-Y que hubieras dicho? acaso me abrías aceptado? crees que es fácil para mí? Desde el día en que nos conocimos yo intenté en cada segundo que la relación no avanzara, no podía darme el lujo de ilusionarme contigo y me daba cuanta que te estabas enamorando de mí, pero si bien quería apartarte de mi lado por otro me aterraba perderte…
-Y preferiste engañarme?
-Engañarte? No entiendes verdad? no entiendes que te amo como más que a mí misma? Que daría mi vida por ti? Solo quería que veas una mujer en mí, pero el otro día cuando me diste esa cachetada y ver cómo me mirabas, con desprecio, solo viendo un puto reprimido…
No podía asumir que fuera como fuera, yo me había enamorado de esa persona e internamente debía luchar con demasiado ideales que amenazaban con derrumbarse, mi mejor defensa fue el ataque, y comencé a reprocharle todo lo ocurrido, ella reaccionó y la discusión fue levantando temperatura, al borde de los golpes, me tiró con un plato que tenía a mano y a los gritos me pidió que me fuera, que la dejara sola, que ya no la molestara…
Acted by instinct, like a wild predator, I pushed Catherine back until she hit the rear wall, turned her around, and she leaned her forehead against it. Her back was facing my side, I lifted her skirt up to her waist, and her dark buttocks were left exposed except for a delicate white strip of fabric. I took her between my fingers and ripped it off with a strong tug. She remained motionless, I unbuttoned her pants, lowered mine, pulled out my hard cock, spat on my hand, and inserted it into her anus. I searched for her hole with the tip and buried myself in her with ease. I started moving with fury inside her, wildly, releasing all my pent-up desires. Catherine was enjoying each thrust, letting out loud gasps from her lips that filled my ears with pleasure.I didn't take long, I came inside her, filling her backside with semen, it was glorious...
I only withdrew, exhausted, and collapsed onto a chair. She turned around slowly, lowering her skirt, and a tear rolled down her face as she said to me:
You shouldn't have done it...
We looked at each other in silence, we were in love, beyond her sex, I had fallen in love with her heart and her genitals wouldn't be an obstacle.
I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I proposed sharing a roof. Not long after, Catherine and I became a couple and I started to feel the rejection of society because I lived with a faggot, which made me one too, and that accusatory finger that I had often raised myself now turned against me.
She continued her studies, I my work, and I learned to make love in a different way. She didn't have a ring, so she sucked me off and gave it to me richly up the ass, let's say we started living like married people, she remained as feminine as ever and excessively attentive to my needs.
However, there was something that bothered me, I didn't feel entirely honest with her because I wasn't giving myself fully, only what I wanted... it interested me and even though Catherine would never complain about anything, I needed to change some things intimately if I wanted our love to be mutual surrender. Months ago I would have my first opportunity, a Sunday morning, just starting to clear up when I woke up, had the urge to urinate so half asleep half awake went to the bathroom, no longer tired, calculated it was around 7 or 8 in the morning, washed my face and teeth, combed my hair and returned to the room for my clothes, on tiptoes not to disturb her. It was then that I couldn't resist, Catherine was sleeping deeply, lying on her back with a transparent undershirt she used to sleep in, but the issue was between her legs, had a terrible erection, her cock hard as a mast had burst out of the small black thong she was wearing at the time, I clarify that she has an enormous and enviable cock, extremely long and thick, it's not unnoticed. I approached her side, quietly, decided, got into position without her noticing, got closer, kissed her, one, two, three times, it was huge and menacing, took her hand to undress her glans, at that moment she opened her eyes surprised by my behavior, smiled, only let me do it. I should have learned, never had sucked a cock before, but put the same devotion I once put into sucking my wife's pussy. Took it between my hands and licked it from tip to tip, her beautiful hairless testicles, masturbated it slowly, got deep in, soft but deep, it had a tasty flavor, she was looking at me without saying a word, only let me do it. As a man I knew what she would like, how she would like it, caressed the lower part of her bare glans with the tip of my tongue, not rough, not sloppy, masturbated it as long as it was, suddenly in my hand I felt it pulsating with force, felt it coming, I was excited, only let it come into my hand, her semen started jumping wildly all over her Belly, getting to her beautiful breasts and up to her neck, I felt happy, happy for her, happy for me.
I finished by licking her cock again, by tracing her body with my tongue from her cock to her mouth, passing through seas of cum on the way, tasting it for the first time in my life. She asked me to return the favor and gave me a terrible blow job, but she didn't let a single drop escape...
But not everything would be a rose garden. The excellent cohabitation I had with my new love inside began to suffer due to what was happening outside, homophobia from society entered through our pores, reaching our bones...
Catherine had graduated and her first intention was to specialize in pediatrics, but with deep pain she had to endure continuous rejections due to her condition, despite having one of the best averages in the faculty. And if she couldn't get a miserable job as a clinical doctor, what future would await her as a pediatrician? Who would want to put the health of their children in the hands of a trans girl?
My life wasn't going much better, my relationship at work ran like a powder trail, soon I became the center of jokes, discreet glances, rejections, discussions. They made me feel like a mangy dog and my sexuality was on everyone's lips.
One afternoon they called me from human resources, I already imagined the reason, they tried to explain that there was nothing against me, that I was excellent at what I did, and so many more flatteries... but my relationship, which they didn't object to, was bringing many problems to the personnel. And then, I had to understand, or they would fire half the company or just one person. I just smiled before their excuses and false flatteries...
A few months ago we decided to start from scratch, we sold the house, and with the money they gave me at work we left the city behind, Catherine forgot her future in medicine and I left my profession in the past.
Now we live near... sea, we have a personal venture, a general merchandise business. Today marks the first month since what was supposed to happen... happened. The sea air had me extremely excited, that Sunday we were free, I didn't say anything, it was a surprise, I shaved everything for her - my penis, balls, anus, all for her. In the morning, we changed into beach clothes to go to the beach, seeing her in a swimsuit was maddening, I asked her to take some photos, another one, and another one, Catherine got excited about it and soon her cock inflated menacingly, so I took more photos, somewhat pornographic, left the camera aside and went on top of her, we didn't kiss wildly, I kissed her breasts, neck, shoulders, soon we were both naked like crazy lovers, lost in time and space. I took her to bed, laid her back down and went on top of her, but inverted, started licking her enormous saber that was hard and appetizing, she grabbed my ass and did the same with mine, I noticed she was excited discovering me completely shaved, she ran her tongue over my cock and balls, but I kept going down a little and then a little more, letting my sphincter naturally reach her mouth, there were no words, no requests, suddenly Catherine just sucked and kissed my ass, and I liked feeling her, then it was when I changed positions, went to kiss her again and said... -My love, today I want to be all yours, I want to give myself completely, I don't want any barriers between us and I love you just as you are, I wouldn't change a thing about you, you're perfect just the way you are... While she was getting lubricant, I got on all fours to receive her, soon she was behind me and felt her playing with her greased fingers in my entrance, it didn't please me too much and I felt half uncomfortable, but I was willing to get to the end, then I saw her grease her meat rod to start rubbing it in my ass, she settled in, aimed, and pushed softly, oh hell! what pain! I let her keep going, slowly pushing more and more, and each time it hurt more, what cock! fat that I had!
After some struggles Catherine overcame my resistance and her cock was buried in my ass, she moved slowly, my pain turned into pleasure, I started to moan, I wanted her to put it all in me, fill me with joy.
She gave it to me in every position imaginable, we filled ourselves with love, but at the end I took the initiative, I made her lie back down and I rode her, I took her enormous cock and sat on it, started moving backwards and forwards, her tits moved with my movements, my cock was harder than ever and she was masturbating me.
I took her hands and pulled them back like holding her prisoner, all I wanted was to give her pleasure, I wanted to see her face, it was perfect, my cock was about to come with my glans exposed, I felt her coming, both of us at the same time, she closed her eyes, lost, started exploding in my ass filling me with cum and I on top of her, without even touching my cock it started pouring liters of cum onto her abdomen. I gave myself completely, left with my ass open and full of semen, we kissed passionately...
And that's my story until today, a perfect story with the perfect woman, total and complete surrender, I wouldn't change her for anyone...
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