De vacaciones por Uruguay

A woman, on a stroll with all her family, decides to accept the proposal of a Colombian man who will make her live intense moments. We decided to take that trip at a quite good moment in our relationship, we went to the coast with our kids and my mother-in-law who was acting as a grandmother and babysitter at the same time. We chose to go to Piriapolis, a charming place, near Montevideo with wide and phenomenal beaches during an off-season; although the sea was there, we couldn't enjoy it due to the climate. We chose a hotel near Plaza Artigas, close to the center, with spacious and comfortable rooms for everyone. First, we settled in, then went for a walk around the place, particularly the beach. In the entrance hall, we ran into a mulatto with incredible green eyes, bald, tall, not very muscular but with pure fiber, elegant, with an impeccable smile, virile gestures with those long and fine fingers, with a strong foreign accent; even older than ours. We walked along the beach, went to eat something, returned to the hotel in the afternoon, went out again, had dinner there, and once more returned to our room. In the middle of the night, I woke up, my husband was sleeping, embracing me, supporting his sex on my buttocks; slowly I turned over, the snoring a bit and caressing one of my breasts. I prepared myself for a sex session, one of my hands slipped under the elastic of his boxer to find a disconcerting flaccidity. While I was caressing his sex, I searched for his mouth, we kissed although I didn't feel that passion as always. His hand got lost between my legs, and since I like it, he started massaging my clitoris above my pants. In silence, he started sucking my breasts, while his fingers continued to massage my secret button; I could feel myself getting wet while he didn't change his state despite my insistent fingers. Without opening our eyes, I sank into the sheets and that's how I took him. Flaccid sexuality at the mouth; suck, tongue, massage, and nothing, total death. I asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything, perhaps the place, the presence of the boys so close, his mother on the other side, in short, I swore to want but couldn't. I insisted with my fingers for a bit longer but it wasn't interesting to me, soon we went back to adopting the same initial position and fell asleep. The next day's sunset surprised us on the beach, the boys were playing in the sand building castles and their grandmother was watching them from a few meters away, sitting, looking more at the sea than at her grandkids. Taking advantage of the exceptional calm my husband and I put on our swimsuits like it was a tourist advertisement; the sea brought its waves so its mists covered our feet before retreating. We started that walk each going our own way, then we took hands and finally walked embracing. The wind was soft, there wasn't much people around, it lacked an hour or two for the sun to set; we saw some rocks and went there to sit down. My husband sat on a round stone, made me sit between his legs and so, without saying anything, we stayed contemplating the sea. After a while I felt a soft kiss of his on my neck, then a gentle bite on my nape, when he was biting one of my ears I pushed his hand under the jogging pants I was wearing that time, he caressed me between his legs above my underwear, later his hand went under this and so I could feel his fingers touching me between my vaginal lips. His other hands were on my nipples while we kissed over my shoulders. Sitting on the rocks we could have gone unnoticed for everyone around us, in fact my husband came a bit lower with which I leaned my butt against his erection that soon released and without changing our position he started to masturbate. His fingers moved in small circles on my clitoris as he gently pinched my nipples and bit my neck or whispered so many words as exciting me Con the intention of making things easier for both my hands went down my pants and underwear a little higher up my knees, the humid sea breeze caressed me, along with my husband's fingers, my nakedness In a moment I didn't stop, I got up barely looking to put on his hot sex in mine already moistened; arching my waist, felt his glans playing between my anus and vagina but when my husband began to penetrate me he thought he heard voices so I lifted my clothes and made him sit dressed over his erection so that if any intruder appeared I could cover it But nothing, just us, the wind and the sea landscape of Uruguay; I felt the humidity of my legs, the palpitations of my intimacy, a certain suffocation in my stomach and yet he proposed to me, loose, that we go back where the kids and my mother-in-law were since it was getting late My mood, as you would expect, was turning stormy That night we had dinner at the same hotel and went to bed early since my husband made plans to go fishing with the kids and one of the local fishermen we met that afternoon By his breathing I knew he was sleeping deeply without moving too much I started touching myself with my fingers, rubbing vigorously avoiding any cry and for that I bit the pillow, a yummy sensation began to run along my back and when I was about to explode the voice of my youngest son, whining, was heard inches from my face announcing his desire to urinate while asking me to accompany him Poor thing, who would never understand, I got out of my third frustration; with bad intentions I got up to take him to the bathroom We got up early, took turns showering and went for breakfast that the hotel was serving and it was very good We chose a table near the windows, first my husband the boys and my mother-in-law to the American table where they served themselves at will all the dishes that were offered there, when I went I realized that the mulatto with green eyes entered the confectionery accompanied by two other people also elegant like him. At that same moment our gazes coincided, he smiled at me and I had the intention of returning it but seemed inopportune. That Thursday was a barbarous day, a beautiful sunny autumn, the children and father left happy facing the imminent adventure at sea. My mother-in-law preferred to stay at the hotel and rest, while I thought about going for a walk around the businesses in the center and for that I wore a lovely sole-style Hindu shoe with buttons in front, with black embroidery above my knees and medium-heeled sandals. I was walking very loosely when a hoarse voice with a Caribbean air sounded very close to my ear, I turned around and there he was, the mulatto, who I later learned was actually Colombian, with green eyes and a fantastic smile. Like a true gentleman, he greeted me and we soon established a conversation, then we headed towards a bar knowing that no one in that beautiful coastal city would recognize me without my presence. The chosen bar was not very elegant but excessively discreet, due to the time of day and height of the week, few customers formed its clientele; we entered without him saying anything and sat down at the tables at the back. The tables, round, were set with tablecloths to the floor and surrounded by four chairs; without anyone telling me I sat down looking towards the door but behind the table, while he did the same on my right. The waiter came over, we ordered our drinks, as we talked about the reasons why we were in that city; of course I didn't believe his business speech. When the waiter returned, we were already having an animated conversation, then the man got up and didn't come back at all. I had crossed my leg, in a moment like without wanting it he put his hand on mine. On my knee until he stopped talking. We continued talking and his hand was not only still there but also made short movements as if massaging me softly. The last button of my sole was loose when the Colombian's hand started to climb up my dress, running quickly upwards while he didn't stop talking to me. I felt uncomfortable, it's true, and yet I did nothing to prevent that hand from reaching my English which is when I let out a sigh and got wet right there, something the Colombian mulatto discovered immediately. If someone had paid attention to us, they wouldn't have noticed anything strange because he was talking and I was smiling while releasing some sighs. His hand adjusted itself better between my legs and that's when it started touching my clitoris above my pants. The sole was bothering his action, so he stopped in his tracks, decided to start unbuttoning me one by one from bottom to top; I helped him until we reached my belly button. I got more excited than ever before, exposing myself like never before in my life. I moved his chair a little closer, his fingers went between my legs again and started that precise stroking that was awakening a postponed desire in me. Without him telling me to, I felt myself reclining on the edge of the chair, resting on the backrest, barely touching my leg when he knew what he wanted: for one of them to cross over the other, leaving mine well apart, offering my moist sex hidden by an already uncomfortable black thong... He had me at his mercy, doing with me whatever he wanted but lacked the final touch for my orgasm. He realized this and gave a couple of slaps with clear intention of forcing me to take off my underwear right there, something I didn't want to do at all. But well...he was a resourceful man, so his free hand appeared with a short plume, the blade of the razor scraping my skin and its movement to cut the elastic of the thong, took me to... edge of orgasm But it didn't seem conformable with that cut since with the help of his hand he cut off the other elastic and so I lost, for the first time in my life, one of my pants From the waist down naked, at the sight of anyone who had only approached the table as he, with his skilled fingers in my intimacy, was bringing me closer and closer to that desired end; I leaned on the edge of the chair, lifting my belt towards the Colombian who didn't stop talking to me, as if it were nothing, while making one of those memorable orgasms anyone would remember as unforgettable If I had been somewhere else I would have let him make me finish but I couldn't take it anymore, then my fingers took charge of the situation while he was caressing my cheeks or, seemingly, putting his fingers in my mouth It was an end like never before, like consolation between my knees, I sighed silently, pressed my teeth and even a thread of my voice escaped; barely waiting for me to recover so I could take myself to a hotel and submit to his will Neither did he give me time to undress, I fell onto the bed face up on the edge of the bed He knelt down on the floor, with each of his arms encircling each of my legs and so he buried his face in my already moist sexuality, his tongue making the same game as with his fingers I shook my head as if I were possessed while my hands clung to his neck It was an indescribable relief when he put his fingers in my vagina and anus, entering and leaving me, releasing all the postponed passion from those days; a moment later I was buried between my legs naked, since somehow he had managed to get rid of his clothes while his mouth with his tongue were where they were and his fingers where I said before I took hold of my ankles, opened my legs in V, without letting go and with one thrust I penetrated No could avoid screaming from pleasure, to make things worse the Colombian was moving with his belt, entering and exiting with his sex at a rhythm that soon began to feel the imminence of a new orgasm. I wanted to unbutton my dress but he didn't want to, according to him it excited him even more like that, since the only thing he wasn't wearing was my thong which had fallen off to one side of the chair when we left that bar to arrive at that intimate place. The sound of my fluids during each thrust made me crazier and crazier and don't even mention when his testicles crashed into my buttocks. I opened my arms in a cross, grasped a handful of bedspread with each hand and as if giving the most brutal of screams I finished arching my spine upwards like never before; a moment later he did it inside me, something I wouldn't have wanted but didn't have breath to stop him. Almost immediately he settled beside me, always making sure not to take off my dress or sandals, made me undress my breasts to suck my hard nipples alternating between one and the other. Not much was left before I felt a brutal desire to enjoy that moment, plunging one of my hands between my legs and soon I was having another self-pleasure while the mulatto with clear eyes sucked my breasts, caressed my buttocks or legs; I had another orgasm. We stayed quiet like that, in silence lying on our sides looking at each other; his hand didn't stop tracing my buttocks, sometimes barely inserting one of his fingers into my anus. He deserved it, he was going to get it even if he broke me in two, which almost did. He made me get down on all fours, got down behind me, and as I bent over I spat out my dilated sphincter. As soon as he supported his glans, I relaxed my arms, clamping my head into the pillow, entered slowly, took his time, then started moving inside me increasing the intensity of his copulation gradually. He had me grasping his belt, in fact imposing his rhythms on me, every now and then I would Fingering my clitoris to enjoy that delicious anal powder. Suddenly he got out, stopped at the foot of the bed, forcing me to run until the edge; when I had him satisfied, he started caressing me between my legs and kissing my buttocks, whispering things I couldn't understand. He put one finger in my ass, then two, almost instantly three, and I let out a terrible scream when his knuckles passed through my sphincter to lose himself inside my rectum. I thought I was going to die right there, the pain was terrible, I begged him in the name of the most sacred thing to take it away but he ignored my words full of tears and crying. Through one of the mirrors I saw his right hand trapped between my buttocks, it was even more impressive to see how his arm was disappearing into my ass while I didn't stop begging or crying. I hugged one of the pillows as if it were my own mother, biting it, praying to God and all saints that he would let me go, that he was killing me but it was like nothing, trying to console me by telling me things that didn't matter; I felt his hand coming and going while with the other hand caressing my back under the dress, repeating over and over again for me to relax and enjoy the pain. I rolled onto my side, the movement of his arm continued to be the same, from his wrist to almost his elbow entering and leaving, I felt like the pain was suffocating me, making me lack air, a cold sweat ran through my body, my face mixing with my tears. I didn't stop crying at any moment, nor begging, nor praying, nor insulting, nor giving out sighs but that hand, whose skill I had admired so much, continued to move in and out of my torn ass. After a while my body relaxed, my ass and rectum adapted to that monstrous intruder although the pain didn't disappear completely. I forced myself, despite my negatives, to masturbate and if I did it was under the promise that he would take his hand away when I had my orgasm; and he fulfilled it, slowly pulling it out just as I finished. When I had an accident I felt my own shit flowing without being able to stop it, even putting one of my hands as a plug but it was useless, more and more shit flowed uncontrollably, soaking the bed, my buttocks, my legs, and my dress. As I could, since I couldn't walk because not only were my legs shaking but I felt my hip bones dislocated like after a hard labor, I arrived at the bathroom but nothing could be done yet. I sat down on the bidet to wash myself and the cold and hard jet of water caused me another similar pain, while trying to wash myself feeling an unclean disgust due to the shit smell reigning in the atmosphere, discovering that where there should have been an anus there was only a hole of proportions. Not only was I sore but also terrified as I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the tremendous hole between my buttocks, it was like another mouth pronouncing an oath or a muda. And the pain, terrible and anguishing pain that didn't cease. I wasn't motivated to get out of the bathroom even when the Colombian mulatto man spoke to me with some tenderness from the other side of the door, shame being as big as the pain because while more than once my asshole had been tried before never had I ever shit, clearly not either had anyone put half an arm in. When I could recover I got out of the room, the spectacle was worse than what I imagined, a filthy stain on the bed, shit even on the pillows...a terrible disgust, without saying goodbye I took my purse and left the place, fleeing desperately without knowing what would happen to my asshole, if it would stay like that forever, opened in a monstrous way, and to top it off, every two steps I took didn't stop me from letting out farts, increasing my humiliation. It seemed to me that everyone was looking at me, and must have been because of the way I walked since they had broken me, well done shit, my asshole without counting the inevitable sensation stuck in my nose of a nauseating smell of shit stubbornly pursuing me. When I arrived at the hotel My mother-in-law asked me what was going on and I made up a story about seeing a robbery that's why I was so impressed. I couldn't sit down, actually, I went and changed throwing my beloved sole away in the trash. I looked at my ass again and it was still like that, impressively open; I didn't know what to do or who to turn to? What would I tell my husband? Or worse: how? When my husband and kids came back I still had symptoms of fever, they didn't notice me sitting making myself comfortable on one of my legs where I was creating a hole to support my monstrously destroyed ass. Luckily, my beloved husband continued walking those days without sex, no one could imagine the happiness on my face when I discovered the next day that that terrible hole had been covered by a prolonged sphincter although the pain would accompany me for a few more days. With time everything went back to normal, I didn't see the Colombian with green eyes again, we returned home and went back to our usual lives although I've become somewhat reluctant when it comes to delivering my ass for someone else's pleasure.