The next day, she prepared breakfast for her husband and children, said goodbye to them, and stayed alone in the house like every day. Although she pretended everything was fine, she couldn't stop thinking about Marcelo, what Marcelo made her do, what Marcelo had between his legs. When she thought that, she quickly shook her head as if trying to get rid of that image from her mind. She didn't have to think about that. Teresa started praying, hoping for a miracle. Marcelo still had that compromising photo. If only he had made it public, her reputation, dignity, and family would be compromised. The alarm on her cell phone interrupted what she was doing to remind her it was time to go to the gym. She didn't feel like it but hoped exercise could help her release all that tension.
She did her routine exercises with one eye on her cellular phone waiting for Marcelo to contact her and that's what happened. In an hour, a message arrived that wasn't the one she was expecting. It was the photo of her enormous cock standing next to a transparent plastic ruler. You could see that the ruler was 20cm and still didn't cover the size of her member. At that moment, that same sensation arose between Teresa's legs again and now her leggings were getting wet from something that wasn't sweat. Teresa didn't know what to say, what to do or how to respond; all she did was look at that photo for almost a minute like hypnotized. How could it be possible for him to send that photo? What was he expecting to get? -Why the hell are you sending this? -I have a photo of you, I think it's fair that you have one of mine Jaja. -You're not funny. Didn't what you did to me yesterday satisfy you? -It didn't seem to bother you. I still remember that kiss, baby. Teresa blushed. She also remembered that kiss very well but especially remembered how she let herself go to it, like forgetting who she was and how those lips made her feel; something very different from what she had always tried with her husband. -That's enough, Marcelo. What do you want? Money? -Jajaja. Not bad. I just wanted to know what you're doing this weekend. -What? Why? -You don't need me to tell you the truth, right...or would you prefer if I did Jaja. -Are you crazy? Never again! Never! Got it? -Remember that I have your nice photo. -And now I have yours too. You show it to someone and I'll do the same. What do you think your mother would say? -Jajaja...Maybe she'd like it. -You're sick. -And you're a slut Jaja, we're a perfect copy. -No, please don't make me do this again. No more. -That's enough protesting, beautiful, if the photos become public, you have more to lose than I do so I don't want dramas. See you Saturday at 12 at my house. -You're horrible. -Jajaja, you'll enjoy it, slut, I promise. More of that again. That was Teresa's fear. She didn't know how to explain why she felt that see, the reason why he did what he did, although yes the explanation was very simple and hidden in the darkest part of his subconscious. During the week everything seemed normal with her family; her hardworking husband like always, her loving and capricious son Jonás like always, and Pedro quiet and in a bad mood. Her son had always been like that since Marcelo made life impossible for him, but she believed that sacrificing herself for him would have changed things. The Saturday morning prepared breakfast for her family and also lunch because she couldn't be there afterwards. She invented a normal excuse. Said she had to meet an old friend from church to give comfort and advice in a tough time of her marriage. Teresa knew her husband wouldn't suspect, since he didn't care about her friends and besides it was something she usually did. -Mom, why are you wearing a coat? It's not cold. -Not son, but it's always better to wear it and not need it than to need it and not have it. -Amm...Ok. But why do you have it on now if... -Until later, treasures. Felipe and Jonás greet her in chorus while Pedro looks at her leaving with the coat on. At 12 o'clock sharp Marcelo opens the door of his house and finds Teresa standing in front of him. She was looking at him with disdain but he didn't care. -What punctuality, haha. -Hurry up and let's get this over with. Teresa tries to enter the house but Marcelo blocks her way by putting his arm in front of her. -Eeeeh not so fast. Let me take a good look at you. -Now? Let me go in first... -Now! The tone of voice of Marcelo made it clear that his order wasn't something that could be negotiated, so she opens her coat showing her naked body with only red stockings and black heels.
A little more beautiful. The situation was already humiliating and risky but she begged the sky that no one be seeing her. From one of those houses over there, an old lady sees Teresa from afar and her attire.
Very well, very well. You put on what I said. -Please let me in. Marcelo raises his arm and lets her in. Now that she was in the house, Teresa felt a little safer, more secure. She waited standing still in the hallway while the boy was in the kitchen. After a while he came towards her with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two cups in the other. -Come, get comfortable. Teresa follows him to the living room again and sits down beside him as Marcel forces the cups and pulls out a small plastic bag from his pocket containing white powder. -What is that? -Don't worry, lovely. This will help you relax...help you get used to my cock. In front of her, the bastard who was blackmailing her opened the bag and with his fingers grabbed a pinch of that powder and put it in a cup. Teresa knew she couldn't refuse anything from this guy but never thought it would go so far as to consume drugs. -Take it. Marcel offered her the cup and she took it, still undecided about what to do. She had never liked taking things, nor champagne, and now Marcel was offering her drugs. She prayed to heaven how she had ended up in that moment. She wanted to try to think of an excuse but there wasn't one that this bully would believe and she was afraid of making him angry. In the end, she thought about what she had done and what she was going to do. She told herself that she had already given in to this guy's mouth and that day she was going to give her body to him so using drugs wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen. Teresa took a gulp of the cup accepting her fate. She thought that at least the drug would make that experience a little more bearable. She hoped it would take effect before that enormous member inside her, so it wouldn't hurt too much. Marcel stopped in front of her and pulled out his cock already hard, making Teresa swallow saliva. Although she hadn't seen it for the first time, its dimensions still surprised her. -Take off your coat. She obeys.
His naked body heated up the boy even more, who grabbed his head and directed it to his cock. Teresa began to suck without resistance, just like the previous time, but now it was easier for her. -Uff... You're doing me well, slut. -Thanks. The word slipped out of Teresa's mouth. Marcelo was surprised by the woman's skill, knowing that she had only been sucking cock for a few days before, but now it seemed like she wasn't a novice anymore. -The technique isn't perfect yet, but I see you're learning quickly. You're a natural talent, haha. On the other hand, Pedro's mother wanted to end this as soon as possible, so she tried to make him come as quickly as possible. She didn't plan on making the bully of her son happy, but it was the only way to get out of that situation. The blowjob continued for much longer than she would have liked, which caused her to feel a sensation between her legs. Teresa told herself that drugs were starting to affect her, but inside she knew what she felt was the same as the other time in this situation. Finally, Marcelo finished and did it inside Teresa's mouth without warning her, causing her to swallow a bit of semen while the rest dripped onto her breasts. -You're a bastard! -Haha, yeah, I know. The poor woman thought that since he had done it, maybe her torture was over, but it wasn't. Without even the boy having left a large quantity of liquid inside and on her, his cock was still hard. -Come with me. Teresa follows Marcelo as she is and they enter Pedro's mother's room. -Now the fun begins. -What? Why here? -That doesn't concern you. Sit down. She sits at the edge of the bed, waiting for the worst. The boy takes off his clothes and now he's naked in front of Teresa, who observes the beauty of Marcelo's youthful and toned body, which was so different from her husband's. Felipe had a body that... If only he had: a bit of fat, flaccid, without a minimum of muscles and with thin arms topped by the evidence of bronzedness even more emphasizing the paleness of his skin that used to cover it with clothes. On the contrary, Marcelo had brown skin, long back, defined muscles, especially abdominal ones, and some venous arms that she always admired in any man. Teresa's vagina began to drip like a poorly closed faucet. In front of her, the boy knelt between his legs and started sucking her vagina. Teresa didn't expect that. No one in her life had ever done something like this to her and the sensation she felt was indescribable. It was better than when she touched herself alone. Pedro's mother couldn't take it anymore and grabbing tightly onto the bed sheets, threw her body back with a groan and came as never before in her life.
Teresa delayed in realizing what had happened. She had gone with the bully of her son. Her conscience was killing her but her body demanded more. Inside her there was an impulse pushing her to want more, something that made her feel different I didn't know drugs could do this she thought. Marcelo got up and looked at her still wet from the blowjob. Teresa opened her legs showing herself ready to receive the bully's member. -Are you a slut? -Yes. In Teresa's response there was a certain excitement as if she were anxious for him to do it, regardless of being called a slut. Marcelo climbed onto the bed and slowly filled her with his cock. With each centimeter her mouth opened wider feeling what she had never felt before. Normally a size like Marcelo's would have caused her much more pain but the drug she took, the excitement she felt, the slowness of his member entering and how wet she was made Teresa enjoy the situation to the maximum. Although she felt a little pain, this sensation was mitigated by the incomparable pleasure she felt from being completely filled. The bully was pleased with himself. No words were needed, Teresa's face said it all. Another woman had succumbed to lust, had succumbed to him. -Damn slut, how tight you are. Almost pitying you. All this time without trying a decent cock. She didn't respond. Marcelo began slowly then increased the speed of his movement and at the rhythm of his thrusts grew Teresa's moans that couldn't contain what she was doing. Already she couldn't deny she was experiencing pleasure, immense pleasure, like never in her life, but she was experiencing it with the boy who had blackmailed her and tormented her son for years. She knew it wasn't right but couldn't control herself, couldn't control it. Her willpower was weak. Like a leaf that gets carried away by the wind. That's how Teresa abandoned her shame, decency, and her family's thinking, only this once she told herself. It's not my fault, I had no choice, he forced me, this isn't me, it's the drugs...if. The drugs. There's no other explanation. She knew that if someone saw them at that moment, it wouldn't be possible to think they were being forced but she didn't care, she didn't care what others could think.
Aaah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... -Take it all, slut, take it all. Marcelo's thrusts were faster and Teresa's pleasure grew stronger so she had to hold onto the boy's neck and without thinking she wrapped her legs around him. That was the position she and her husband used to have sex in, the only position, but it was enough for her to realize how much sex with Marcelo was different from what she was used to, how much better it was.
Teresa couldn't take it anymore and another orgasm, even stronger than the first one, made her body and soul tremble. For him to listen to her moans and see the face of pleasure on his new wife was a way to increase his ego. But he still hadn't finished. He knew he had given Pedro's mother the best fuck of her life but it wasn't enough for him. Teresa, who was still trembling, quickly became aware of what had happened. She had betrayed her husband, her family and herself in the worst possible way and that caused a huge guilt to fill her body.
-No, no, no...What have I done? It's not possible. When she tried to get up Marcelo pushed her back onto the bed and turned her over as if she were a doll.
-What? Again? Marcelo had her underneath him, lying on her stomach with her beautiful buttocks only for him. He buried his cock inside her again, causing Teresa to let out a surprised cry.
-The fun hasn't ended yet, slut. He grabbed her hair and brought her head towards him while moving inside her again. Once more Teresa lost control of her body as that young man who she despised was making her enjoy herself. The speed and force of the boy's movements were double what they had been before, just like the pleasure she felt without realizing it was kissing him in that position, while pulling his hair.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah -I like your pussy slut . -Mm…Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Teresa's mind was cloudy, she couldn't understand what he was saying and less respond. Her moans were now cries of pleasure that could be heard from outside the house. And so it was. Some kids passing by that house on their bikes heard her like also the neighbor who without her noticing saw her first at the entrance. She was throwing away trash when she heard Teresa's cries. -What a whore. God, what's happening to this world? The old lady realized the boys were standing with their bikes near that house and scared them off so they'd leave. Inside Teresa was already in another world, didn't know which but knew she liked it. Another orgasm came for her. Although she had been lying there all that time, her body was tired from the intensity of sex with Marcelo. She was used to her husband. The young man lay down beside her, leaving her to rest for a bit. They both didn't say anything, just breathed deeply. He was looking at her back, her ass and legs glistening with sweat, and she tried to think about how it was possible that she was enjoying adulterous sex with a young man. Her thoughts were interrupted by her cell phone ringing from the living room where she had left it. Before she said or did anything, Marcelo made her put on 'puppy' and as if nothing began to hammer his pussy again.
Little before Teresa's view fogged up like her mind again, she managed to see out the window that it was already dark outside. Continue...
She did her routine exercises with one eye on her cellular phone waiting for Marcelo to contact her and that's what happened. In an hour, a message arrived that wasn't the one she was expecting. It was the photo of her enormous cock standing next to a transparent plastic ruler. You could see that the ruler was 20cm and still didn't cover the size of her member. At that moment, that same sensation arose between Teresa's legs again and now her leggings were getting wet from something that wasn't sweat. Teresa didn't know what to say, what to do or how to respond; all she did was look at that photo for almost a minute like hypnotized. How could it be possible for him to send that photo? What was he expecting to get? -Why the hell are you sending this? -I have a photo of you, I think it's fair that you have one of mine Jaja. -You're not funny. Didn't what you did to me yesterday satisfy you? -It didn't seem to bother you. I still remember that kiss, baby. Teresa blushed. She also remembered that kiss very well but especially remembered how she let herself go to it, like forgetting who she was and how those lips made her feel; something very different from what she had always tried with her husband. -That's enough, Marcelo. What do you want? Money? -Jajaja. Not bad. I just wanted to know what you're doing this weekend. -What? Why? -You don't need me to tell you the truth, right...or would you prefer if I did Jaja. -Are you crazy? Never again! Never! Got it? -Remember that I have your nice photo. -And now I have yours too. You show it to someone and I'll do the same. What do you think your mother would say? -Jajaja...Maybe she'd like it. -You're sick. -And you're a slut Jaja, we're a perfect copy. -No, please don't make me do this again. No more. -That's enough protesting, beautiful, if the photos become public, you have more to lose than I do so I don't want dramas. See you Saturday at 12 at my house. -You're horrible. -Jajaja, you'll enjoy it, slut, I promise. More of that again. That was Teresa's fear. She didn't know how to explain why she felt that see, the reason why he did what he did, although yes the explanation was very simple and hidden in the darkest part of his subconscious. During the week everything seemed normal with her family; her hardworking husband like always, her loving and capricious son Jonás like always, and Pedro quiet and in a bad mood. Her son had always been like that since Marcelo made life impossible for him, but she believed that sacrificing herself for him would have changed things. The Saturday morning prepared breakfast for her family and also lunch because she couldn't be there afterwards. She invented a normal excuse. Said she had to meet an old friend from church to give comfort and advice in a tough time of her marriage. Teresa knew her husband wouldn't suspect, since he didn't care about her friends and besides it was something she usually did. -Mom, why are you wearing a coat? It's not cold. -Not son, but it's always better to wear it and not need it than to need it and not have it. -Amm...Ok. But why do you have it on now if... -Until later, treasures. Felipe and Jonás greet her in chorus while Pedro looks at her leaving with the coat on. At 12 o'clock sharp Marcelo opens the door of his house and finds Teresa standing in front of him. She was looking at him with disdain but he didn't care. -What punctuality, haha. -Hurry up and let's get this over with. Teresa tries to enter the house but Marcelo blocks her way by putting his arm in front of her. -Eeeeh not so fast. Let me take a good look at you. -Now? Let me go in first... -Now! The tone of voice of Marcelo made it clear that his order wasn't something that could be negotiated, so she opens her coat showing her naked body with only red stockings and black heels.A little more beautiful. The situation was already humiliating and risky but she begged the sky that no one be seeing her. From one of those houses over there, an old lady sees Teresa from afar and her attire.Very well, very well. You put on what I said. -Please let me in. Marcelo raises his arm and lets her in. Now that she was in the house, Teresa felt a little safer, more secure. She waited standing still in the hallway while the boy was in the kitchen. After a while he came towards her with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two cups in the other. -Come, get comfortable. Teresa follows him to the living room again and sits down beside him as Marcel forces the cups and pulls out a small plastic bag from his pocket containing white powder. -What is that? -Don't worry, lovely. This will help you relax...help you get used to my cock. In front of her, the bastard who was blackmailing her opened the bag and with his fingers grabbed a pinch of that powder and put it in a cup. Teresa knew she couldn't refuse anything from this guy but never thought it would go so far as to consume drugs. -Take it. Marcel offered her the cup and she took it, still undecided about what to do. She had never liked taking things, nor champagne, and now Marcel was offering her drugs. She prayed to heaven how she had ended up in that moment. She wanted to try to think of an excuse but there wasn't one that this bully would believe and she was afraid of making him angry. In the end, she thought about what she had done and what she was going to do. She told herself that she had already given in to this guy's mouth and that day she was going to give her body to him so using drugs wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen. Teresa took a gulp of the cup accepting her fate. She thought that at least the drug would make that experience a little more bearable. She hoped it would take effect before that enormous member inside her, so it wouldn't hurt too much. Marcel stopped in front of her and pulled out his cock already hard, making Teresa swallow saliva. Although she hadn't seen it for the first time, its dimensions still surprised her. -Take off your coat. She obeys.His naked body heated up the boy even more, who grabbed his head and directed it to his cock. Teresa began to suck without resistance, just like the previous time, but now it was easier for her. -Uff... You're doing me well, slut. -Thanks. The word slipped out of Teresa's mouth. Marcelo was surprised by the woman's skill, knowing that she had only been sucking cock for a few days before, but now it seemed like she wasn't a novice anymore. -The technique isn't perfect yet, but I see you're learning quickly. You're a natural talent, haha. On the other hand, Pedro's mother wanted to end this as soon as possible, so she tried to make him come as quickly as possible. She didn't plan on making the bully of her son happy, but it was the only way to get out of that situation. The blowjob continued for much longer than she would have liked, which caused her to feel a sensation between her legs. Teresa told herself that drugs were starting to affect her, but inside she knew what she felt was the same as the other time in this situation. Finally, Marcelo finished and did it inside Teresa's mouth without warning her, causing her to swallow a bit of semen while the rest dripped onto her breasts. -You're a bastard! -Haha, yeah, I know. The poor woman thought that since he had done it, maybe her torture was over, but it wasn't. Without even the boy having left a large quantity of liquid inside and on her, his cock was still hard. -Come with me. Teresa follows Marcelo as she is and they enter Pedro's mother's room. -Now the fun begins. -What? Why here? -That doesn't concern you. Sit down. She sits at the edge of the bed, waiting for the worst. The boy takes off his clothes and now he's naked in front of Teresa, who observes the beauty of Marcelo's youthful and toned body, which was so different from her husband's. Felipe had a body that... If only he had: a bit of fat, flaccid, without a minimum of muscles and with thin arms topped by the evidence of bronzedness even more emphasizing the paleness of his skin that used to cover it with clothes. On the contrary, Marcelo had brown skin, long back, defined muscles, especially abdominal ones, and some venous arms that she always admired in any man. Teresa's vagina began to drip like a poorly closed faucet. In front of her, the boy knelt between his legs and started sucking her vagina. Teresa didn't expect that. No one in her life had ever done something like this to her and the sensation she felt was indescribable. It was better than when she touched herself alone. Pedro's mother couldn't take it anymore and grabbing tightly onto the bed sheets, threw her body back with a groan and came as never before in her life.Teresa delayed in realizing what had happened. She had gone with the bully of her son. Her conscience was killing her but her body demanded more. Inside her there was an impulse pushing her to want more, something that made her feel different I didn't know drugs could do this she thought. Marcelo got up and looked at her still wet from the blowjob. Teresa opened her legs showing herself ready to receive the bully's member. -Are you a slut? -Yes. In Teresa's response there was a certain excitement as if she were anxious for him to do it, regardless of being called a slut. Marcelo climbed onto the bed and slowly filled her with his cock. With each centimeter her mouth opened wider feeling what she had never felt before. Normally a size like Marcelo's would have caused her much more pain but the drug she took, the excitement she felt, the slowness of his member entering and how wet she was made Teresa enjoy the situation to the maximum. Although she felt a little pain, this sensation was mitigated by the incomparable pleasure she felt from being completely filled. The bully was pleased with himself. No words were needed, Teresa's face said it all. Another woman had succumbed to lust, had succumbed to him. -Damn slut, how tight you are. Almost pitying you. All this time without trying a decent cock. She didn't respond. Marcelo began slowly then increased the speed of his movement and at the rhythm of his thrusts grew Teresa's moans that couldn't contain what she was doing. Already she couldn't deny she was experiencing pleasure, immense pleasure, like never in her life, but she was experiencing it with the boy who had blackmailed her and tormented her son for years. She knew it wasn't right but couldn't control herself, couldn't control it. Her willpower was weak. Like a leaf that gets carried away by the wind. That's how Teresa abandoned her shame, decency, and her family's thinking, only this once she told herself. It's not my fault, I had no choice, he forced me, this isn't me, it's the drugs...if. The drugs. There's no other explanation. She knew that if someone saw them at that moment, it wouldn't be possible to think they were being forced but she didn't care, she didn't care what others could think.Aaah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... -Take it all, slut, take it all. Marcelo's thrusts were faster and Teresa's pleasure grew stronger so she had to hold onto the boy's neck and without thinking she wrapped her legs around him. That was the position she and her husband used to have sex in, the only position, but it was enough for her to realize how much sex with Marcelo was different from what she was used to, how much better it was.
Teresa couldn't take it anymore and another orgasm, even stronger than the first one, made her body and soul tremble. For him to listen to her moans and see the face of pleasure on his new wife was a way to increase his ego. But he still hadn't finished. He knew he had given Pedro's mother the best fuck of her life but it wasn't enough for him. Teresa, who was still trembling, quickly became aware of what had happened. She had betrayed her husband, her family and herself in the worst possible way and that caused a huge guilt to fill her body.-No, no, no...What have I done? It's not possible. When she tried to get up Marcelo pushed her back onto the bed and turned her over as if she were a doll.
-What? Again? Marcelo had her underneath him, lying on her stomach with her beautiful buttocks only for him. He buried his cock inside her again, causing Teresa to let out a surprised cry.
-The fun hasn't ended yet, slut. He grabbed her hair and brought her head towards him while moving inside her again. Once more Teresa lost control of her body as that young man who she despised was making her enjoy herself. The speed and force of the boy's movements were double what they had been before, just like the pleasure she felt without realizing it was kissing him in that position, while pulling his hair.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah -I like your pussy slut . -Mm…Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Teresa's mind was cloudy, she couldn't understand what he was saying and less respond. Her moans were now cries of pleasure that could be heard from outside the house. And so it was. Some kids passing by that house on their bikes heard her like also the neighbor who without her noticing saw her first at the entrance. She was throwing away trash when she heard Teresa's cries. -What a whore. God, what's happening to this world? The old lady realized the boys were standing with their bikes near that house and scared them off so they'd leave. Inside Teresa was already in another world, didn't know which but knew she liked it. Another orgasm came for her. Although she had been lying there all that time, her body was tired from the intensity of sex with Marcelo. She was used to her husband. The young man lay down beside her, leaving her to rest for a bit. They both didn't say anything, just breathed deeply. He was looking at her back, her ass and legs glistening with sweat, and she tried to think about how it was possible that she was enjoying adulterous sex with a young man. Her thoughts were interrupted by her cell phone ringing from the living room where she had left it. Before she said or did anything, Marcelo made her put on 'puppy' and as if nothing began to hammer his pussy again.Little before Teresa's view fogged up like her mind again, she managed to see out the window that it was already dark outside. Continue...
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