It's impossible to separate our actions from our feelings in carnal acts, I think only one person completely abandons their feelings when drunk or drugged.
That's why I love being sober in pleasure, I like remembering every caress, every scent, every centimeter of the skin I caress.
There are also commitments where one awakens feelings that will last a lifetime, it is like the act of deflowering a beautiful woman must be respected, just as starting a couple in cuckolding also... In both cases, that first act in which we implant pleasure and open doors to unknown joys for the other. We leave a mark which can open the desire to open more doors or close them definitively.
This narrative is a continuation of a narrative written some time ago.
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5191755/El-saber-decir-no-corneador-cuckold.html
After telling them it wasn't the moment to start the couple's cuck, he wrote to me, first thanking my attitude from last time and second to put us in direct contact so we can talk if something comes up this time.
Thus began this second stage, we started with two weeks of full WhatsApp, where we talked about that day that didn't happen, his desires, fantasies and above all the fact that she never thanked me for not deflowering her dry...
a Tuesday (I remember it because it's the only day I have free from classes at night), she told me we need to talk and it's something serious...
We went to a café far from the neighborhood, I think it's obvious I didn't want anyone we knew to see us, it was the first time I saw her since that night. This time confirmed what I thought that night when I met her, she arrived with typical clothes of a girl from high school, wig and classic bangs...
At first it was just a coffee of mere formalities we talked laughed and obviously flirted until the hour came to talk about something real...
-you know why I'm looking for Isaac to hook up? She told me that
No, but I suspect he'll answer. Pay attention without losing his attention.
What I'm going to tell you is a secret and since you're like that, he told me...
Isaac and I have known each other since we were kids, as you've probably noticed we're from the same high school and conservative families although not orthodox... Isaac has been suffering the punishment of being different since we were kids, he's gay and some other things...
I've known his secret for years and in some way he's my best friend, I know his secrets and when I'm with him I can dress and behave like a free girl without following all the rules of...
The most complex topic is that that world of appearances has a price, I kept his secret and he was my way out, but it slipped through our fingers, we pretended to be boyfriends and now we've been married for 1 year...
How you imagine yourself when you see your boyfriend dressed as a woman, you don't feel like doing anything with him and if well I don't comply with all the rules of the dorm, I'll preserve myself as I was taught... but I can't have a love within the dorm and if they catch me in something we would have a big family mess... when we travel we liberate ourselves but at least I never left the barrier that limits me...
So he thought of this with having a bull, but I felt like I was being prostituted, plus it preserves and families are claiming grandchildren...
After the night I got to know you and more with the volcano of desires I have inside I want to take the step...
- you're clear that it's going to be your first time, that it's not just sharing yourself, there's a lot of idyllic in that moment and being sincere I don't want to steal a unique moment from you. I told him.
I know it and it's because of your way of seeing the world that I would like you to be mine, but there's something more, something I don't know if you're ready for...
-Tell me, don't be afraid... I said
It's hard to ask you this but I don't think of anyone better, I'd like us to see each other for a month, make me feel like a woman, take my man's place... I want you to help me realize myself
I don't see what would be the drama. I told him
I don't want you to take care of me, I need to realize myself as a woman and obviously if that month comes... then we'll drift apart.
I'm not sure if this is the first time something like this happens but it's going to be your son, yours... I don't want to be a father and if we do it seriously then this will be it!!! For a month I'll be your man, but after this we're going to drift apart for at least a year... whether you stay or not is up to chance but I don't want to know... We won't be in love, but we'll have the best month anyone can give you.
That was our chat obvious we knew we had to include the cuck but he knew and as it corresponds we informed him...
already without masks we're setting up the meeting, everything would be at their apartment. we'd see each other on weekends and some weekday if we could...
During the week we activated WhatsApp among the three of us, leaving well clear the rules for that day and more. We would have a November and only one month of cuckolding, looking, listening, and letting his wife consecrate herself.
So the night of Saturday arrived and we met up. They made me receive a copy of the key during the week, it would be better 'no one sees, no one knows' that was the logic.
When she arrived at the house, she was produced, mini-skirted, made up to emphasize her breasts with makeup well like a slut.
He was normal, we talked a bit but unlike the first time this time she wanted, we made out like teenagers and of course I didn't hold back he looked at us closely not missing a detail before she showed me the way then I took his hand and put it on my pants and didn't take long to find the hard instrument, closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
It's for your wife, and if you're lucky it's the cock that's going to make you a dad.
- You can't be that much of a punk. She said looking at the expression of pleasure as she felt the cock in her hand.
The three of us walked into the room, but I stopped at the door and said, 'I feel promiscuous, this is her first time, bring a chair and listen, but since you can't attend to her, at least let this moment be unique for her'
When I entered the room and closed the door she was nervous and I caressed her with all delicacy... She had a beautiful transparent lingerie that left visible a pubic area with hair but very well taken care of. The excitement was so great that you could feel the humidity inviting me to eat her whole.
When she was almost completely naked, a girl-faced her asked me
Do you like me?
As you wouldn't have to like me sweet, now just enjoy the moment, it's your moment and if you're not sure it's a good time for you to tell me.
She looked at me with sparkling eyes and ate my mouth, passionate, sensual, and much more beyond the sexual...
come down to kisses on her smooth legs, she's ready for a small sex opened between a delicate and not neglected pubis, like the fountain in a garden my face was wet highlighting and calling to be the spring of my tongue.
I don't know if she ever felt an orgasm, but at that moment it was noticeable she was reaching new levels of pleasure, pushing me with her hands but drawing me in with her legs, nothing separated us from making her come just from the mere touch of my tongue... when I arrived at orgasm it was like a volcano, she was so startled by this new moment that she asked for forgiveness... if it was my first squirt, trembling with pleasure and still a virgin and still not having consumed what we had arranged.
With my sex ready and naturally lubricated, delicate but without pause I was entering her, the caresses on my back soon felt like clawed nails indicating that the leaves of this marigold had fallen delicately.
As she surrendered to pleasure, the pumps and excitement increased, it seemed like her mouth and hands had their own will... the aroma of pleasure overwhelmed everything and that delicate and tight sex that rewarded those own machas of having broken a barrier helped retain the intense, warm, and abundant discharge...
had happened, the first encounter the first round of the night and something in that girl forced to follow social innocence mandates had transformed, she was kissing embracing and not letting go of that instrument that just moments before had definitively separated the girl from the woman.
before that complicit silence I went to take a shower expecting Isaac, the promiscuous one, would be there, but to my surprise he wasn't, so while the shower water turned soft red and she entered without asking permission, waiting for more of that intoxicating human contact which we had just known moments before...
Again I took her there in the shower reciting her back, entering delicately from behind, holding onto her small but hard breasts, to the point of supporting her like a rag doll when her legs relaxed after an orgasm, only to receive another hot and intense load inside her shortly afterwards.
We exit the shower naked completely, she in her wig, and at the door was he/she dressed up, a woman to any distracted eye... blonde wig, an expensive-looking dress, red stockings, makeup so well-placed that would shame more than one woman
I see because I need you, don't move with my husband but with my best friend. She said while looking at that woman in front of her with compassion, who for society was her husband.
It's a cross, it must be very hard to live this life together. I told them.
He didn't say anything, only managed to kneel down and looking at my flaccid member dedicated himself to trying to give a good blow job. I took it out and with her hand we went to the room and from the door seeing him still on his knees I said,
don't you come?
Once inside the room, like two women competing, she put on a new set of lingerie made of thread and got into bed face down.
Agata, come here we're three in bed,, she said in this case already speaking to him like a friend.
In that pause while we were recharging they told me their story as friends, and how the families always thought of them as a couple, so they arranged their marriage. Before even saying anything, they already had an apartment, and the family kept insisting that they get married. Like someone living on autopilot.
After a while Ágata was returning to fellatio, let's say with some expert tint; she bit her lips looking at me and at her, I don't know when or how but an instant later their tongues were working together. My sex didn't take long to be fully feeling both giving pleasure, Ágata more skilled in using her tongue to guide it and every now and then they kissed in a morbid act between the degenerate and lesbian.
When I was firm again, I would do the love to sweet Jewish flower again and with a tear coming out of her Ágata's face said
I also want to stop being a virgin.
She caressed her face with tenderness and looked at me, I was in a strange moment besides opening the door to do something I desired.
I do my girls, but I want to initiate the two little ones. I said.
I take her by the hand and I think even with all the emotions on the surface of everyone who was going through it she said yes I want
Agata and she kissed tenderly, without tongue only pokes of tenderness from one side to the other of their mouths...
I left the room went for some condoms and lube she would be my woman and therefore my hairy sex only belongs to her... Agatha at that moment I would lose the little manhood that was left in me.
Both took each other's hand, placing their clits on pump, with a pillow underneath… I lubricated my larger fingers with sexual gel and started working on the holes. They held hands very tightly and both could be seen crying tears of pleasure, I took my time and stretched them out with all love knowing they were surrendering in that morbid act...
When I felt they were ready, I put on a condom and some lube and it was time for Agata to receive hers, I have to admit that I have a stubborn cock and the moment of opening an esophagus is glorious for me and almost always a learning experience for my counterpart. A stubborn cock is better when sent all the way in because if it enters and exits the esophagus, it will suffer... she bit the pillow, stretched her neck, took a sip of saliva, and squeezed her hand so hard that it left her red... minutes later I was enjoying myself and when she adapted, mercy ended and my stubborn cock began to enter and exit... but until then, I had fulfilled her dream and she was lying there broken, not even touching yet.
- Won't it hurt, then? she asked, stunned by the spectacle she had seen.
With her, I was different. I took off the cover and started sucking his bum, it was dilating with saliva, I felt my tongue slowly invading it and with my hands stimulating his abused sex. When I pulled out my tongue and put the tip in, Agata caressed her face, knowing that that first moment would be powerful and so it was. Only a guttural cry could be heard... but I didn't stop putting it in, I wanted to have her before she reacted, having her impaled, she hugged the pillow and muffled the cry while our buttocks and pelvis collided in that musical sex strike.
My sex already hurt, I was opening three new doors, but the love to fuck could and in a moment it was she who said, give it to me what's going to hurt all week but make me yours.
between his tight bum and the lived emotion, it really cost me not to fill her tiny ass with cum, but as we agreed all the product of my body was for her pussy so when I was about to explode I changed position and she only moaned in pleasure without being able to say a word... both hugged each other and looked at each other.. even in my head i'm not sure if they have different love or just shared that moment that marked them both
I stayed until midday on Sunday, she was my wife, it's hard to say it any other way, she would take refuge in my chest and get addicted to the cock. Ágata respected what I told her and dressed up as a slut, maid, schoolgirl, etc., and we both attended... She would clean my cock with her mouth after having sex with me and although I wouldn't let her have an orgasm, she was content with sucking it and watching her friend and wife get inseminated without rest...
The four weeks of November were like that, she would call me every day and although we didn't see each other every day, if not every day then several times a week, she would ask how I wanted her to wait... she would buy clothes, dress up for me and sometimes both of us would dress up for me... Isaac learned that when I arrived he had to leave and Ágata had to attend to us...
It was a beautiful November, but I kept my part... I told him that I turn 29 on December 29th, that if he wants to talk to me again by that date next year, he can. Hopefully his wishes come true since everything she squeezed out of me served her purpose for what she wanted.
And if that wasn't enough, he told me on the last day.
Take me from behind I know you love it fill it with cum that's what I desire most today so it can be our last day...
This was our goodbye, she received cum in the two places that hadn't received it all this time...
As always on the lookout, we hope our desires have been fulfilled and the awakenings that occurred this month have led to paths filled with pleasure and bridges.
I'm leaving a bit of the little girl...
and a little of mine...
Thanks already to all the Porngirl community!!! Hope to get to know you more... leave comments and share the post...as always I'll be browsing in search of finding those who will help me expand this world of pleasure
That's why I love being sober in pleasure, I like remembering every caress, every scent, every centimeter of the skin I caress.
There are also commitments where one awakens feelings that will last a lifetime, it is like the act of deflowering a beautiful woman must be respected, just as starting a couple in cuckolding also... In both cases, that first act in which we implant pleasure and open doors to unknown joys for the other. We leave a mark which can open the desire to open more doors or close them definitively.
This narrative is a continuation of a narrative written some time ago.
http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5191755/El-saber-decir-no-corneador-cuckold.html
After telling them it wasn't the moment to start the couple's cuck, he wrote to me, first thanking my attitude from last time and second to put us in direct contact so we can talk if something comes up this time.
Thus began this second stage, we started with two weeks of full WhatsApp, where we talked about that day that didn't happen, his desires, fantasies and above all the fact that she never thanked me for not deflowering her dry...
a Tuesday (I remember it because it's the only day I have free from classes at night), she told me we need to talk and it's something serious...
We went to a café far from the neighborhood, I think it's obvious I didn't want anyone we knew to see us, it was the first time I saw her since that night. This time confirmed what I thought that night when I met her, she arrived with typical clothes of a girl from high school, wig and classic bangs...
At first it was just a coffee of mere formalities we talked laughed and obviously flirted until the hour came to talk about something real...
-you know why I'm looking for Isaac to hook up? She told me that
No, but I suspect he'll answer. Pay attention without losing his attention.
What I'm going to tell you is a secret and since you're like that, he told me...
Isaac and I have known each other since we were kids, as you've probably noticed we're from the same high school and conservative families although not orthodox... Isaac has been suffering the punishment of being different since we were kids, he's gay and some other things...
I've known his secret for years and in some way he's my best friend, I know his secrets and when I'm with him I can dress and behave like a free girl without following all the rules of...
The most complex topic is that that world of appearances has a price, I kept his secret and he was my way out, but it slipped through our fingers, we pretended to be boyfriends and now we've been married for 1 year...
How you imagine yourself when you see your boyfriend dressed as a woman, you don't feel like doing anything with him and if well I don't comply with all the rules of the dorm, I'll preserve myself as I was taught... but I can't have a love within the dorm and if they catch me in something we would have a big family mess... when we travel we liberate ourselves but at least I never left the barrier that limits me...
So he thought of this with having a bull, but I felt like I was being prostituted, plus it preserves and families are claiming grandchildren...
After the night I got to know you and more with the volcano of desires I have inside I want to take the step...
- you're clear that it's going to be your first time, that it's not just sharing yourself, there's a lot of idyllic in that moment and being sincere I don't want to steal a unique moment from you. I told him.
I know it and it's because of your way of seeing the world that I would like you to be mine, but there's something more, something I don't know if you're ready for...
-Tell me, don't be afraid... I said
It's hard to ask you this but I don't think of anyone better, I'd like us to see each other for a month, make me feel like a woman, take my man's place... I want you to help me realize myself
I don't see what would be the drama. I told him
I don't want you to take care of me, I need to realize myself as a woman and obviously if that month comes... then we'll drift apart.
I'm not sure if this is the first time something like this happens but it's going to be your son, yours... I don't want to be a father and if we do it seriously then this will be it!!! For a month I'll be your man, but after this we're going to drift apart for at least a year... whether you stay or not is up to chance but I don't want to know... We won't be in love, but we'll have the best month anyone can give you.
That was our chat obvious we knew we had to include the cuck but he knew and as it corresponds we informed him...
already without masks we're setting up the meeting, everything would be at their apartment. we'd see each other on weekends and some weekday if we could...
During the week we activated WhatsApp among the three of us, leaving well clear the rules for that day and more. We would have a November and only one month of cuckolding, looking, listening, and letting his wife consecrate herself.
So the night of Saturday arrived and we met up. They made me receive a copy of the key during the week, it would be better 'no one sees, no one knows' that was the logic.
When she arrived at the house, she was produced, mini-skirted, made up to emphasize her breasts with makeup well like a slut.
He was normal, we talked a bit but unlike the first time this time she wanted, we made out like teenagers and of course I didn't hold back he looked at us closely not missing a detail before she showed me the way then I took his hand and put it on my pants and didn't take long to find the hard instrument, closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
It's for your wife, and if you're lucky it's the cock that's going to make you a dad.
- You can't be that much of a punk. She said looking at the expression of pleasure as she felt the cock in her hand.
The three of us walked into the room, but I stopped at the door and said, 'I feel promiscuous, this is her first time, bring a chair and listen, but since you can't attend to her, at least let this moment be unique for her'
When I entered the room and closed the door she was nervous and I caressed her with all delicacy... She had a beautiful transparent lingerie that left visible a pubic area with hair but very well taken care of. The excitement was so great that you could feel the humidity inviting me to eat her whole.
When she was almost completely naked, a girl-faced her asked me
Do you like me?
As you wouldn't have to like me sweet, now just enjoy the moment, it's your moment and if you're not sure it's a good time for you to tell me.
She looked at me with sparkling eyes and ate my mouth, passionate, sensual, and much more beyond the sexual...
come down to kisses on her smooth legs, she's ready for a small sex opened between a delicate and not neglected pubis, like the fountain in a garden my face was wet highlighting and calling to be the spring of my tongue.
I don't know if she ever felt an orgasm, but at that moment it was noticeable she was reaching new levels of pleasure, pushing me with her hands but drawing me in with her legs, nothing separated us from making her come just from the mere touch of my tongue... when I arrived at orgasm it was like a volcano, she was so startled by this new moment that she asked for forgiveness... if it was my first squirt, trembling with pleasure and still a virgin and still not having consumed what we had arranged.
With my sex ready and naturally lubricated, delicate but without pause I was entering her, the caresses on my back soon felt like clawed nails indicating that the leaves of this marigold had fallen delicately.
As she surrendered to pleasure, the pumps and excitement increased, it seemed like her mouth and hands had their own will... the aroma of pleasure overwhelmed everything and that delicate and tight sex that rewarded those own machas of having broken a barrier helped retain the intense, warm, and abundant discharge...
had happened, the first encounter the first round of the night and something in that girl forced to follow social innocence mandates had transformed, she was kissing embracing and not letting go of that instrument that just moments before had definitively separated the girl from the woman.
before that complicit silence I went to take a shower expecting Isaac, the promiscuous one, would be there, but to my surprise he wasn't, so while the shower water turned soft red and she entered without asking permission, waiting for more of that intoxicating human contact which we had just known moments before...
Again I took her there in the shower reciting her back, entering delicately from behind, holding onto her small but hard breasts, to the point of supporting her like a rag doll when her legs relaxed after an orgasm, only to receive another hot and intense load inside her shortly afterwards.
We exit the shower naked completely, she in her wig, and at the door was he/she dressed up, a woman to any distracted eye... blonde wig, an expensive-looking dress, red stockings, makeup so well-placed that would shame more than one woman
I see because I need you, don't move with my husband but with my best friend. She said while looking at that woman in front of her with compassion, who for society was her husband.
It's a cross, it must be very hard to live this life together. I told them.
He didn't say anything, only managed to kneel down and looking at my flaccid member dedicated himself to trying to give a good blow job. I took it out and with her hand we went to the room and from the door seeing him still on his knees I said,
don't you come?
Once inside the room, like two women competing, she put on a new set of lingerie made of thread and got into bed face down.
Agata, come here we're three in bed,, she said in this case already speaking to him like a friend.
In that pause while we were recharging they told me their story as friends, and how the families always thought of them as a couple, so they arranged their marriage. Before even saying anything, they already had an apartment, and the family kept insisting that they get married. Like someone living on autopilot.
After a while Ágata was returning to fellatio, let's say with some expert tint; she bit her lips looking at me and at her, I don't know when or how but an instant later their tongues were working together. My sex didn't take long to be fully feeling both giving pleasure, Ágata more skilled in using her tongue to guide it and every now and then they kissed in a morbid act between the degenerate and lesbian.
When I was firm again, I would do the love to sweet Jewish flower again and with a tear coming out of her Ágata's face said
I also want to stop being a virgin.
She caressed her face with tenderness and looked at me, I was in a strange moment besides opening the door to do something I desired.
I do my girls, but I want to initiate the two little ones. I said.
I take her by the hand and I think even with all the emotions on the surface of everyone who was going through it she said yes I want
Agata and she kissed tenderly, without tongue only pokes of tenderness from one side to the other of their mouths...
I left the room went for some condoms and lube she would be my woman and therefore my hairy sex only belongs to her... Agatha at that moment I would lose the little manhood that was left in me.
Both took each other's hand, placing their clits on pump, with a pillow underneath… I lubricated my larger fingers with sexual gel and started working on the holes. They held hands very tightly and both could be seen crying tears of pleasure, I took my time and stretched them out with all love knowing they were surrendering in that morbid act...
When I felt they were ready, I put on a condom and some lube and it was time for Agata to receive hers, I have to admit that I have a stubborn cock and the moment of opening an esophagus is glorious for me and almost always a learning experience for my counterpart. A stubborn cock is better when sent all the way in because if it enters and exits the esophagus, it will suffer... she bit the pillow, stretched her neck, took a sip of saliva, and squeezed her hand so hard that it left her red... minutes later I was enjoying myself and when she adapted, mercy ended and my stubborn cock began to enter and exit... but until then, I had fulfilled her dream and she was lying there broken, not even touching yet.
- Won't it hurt, then? she asked, stunned by the spectacle she had seen.
With her, I was different. I took off the cover and started sucking his bum, it was dilating with saliva, I felt my tongue slowly invading it and with my hands stimulating his abused sex. When I pulled out my tongue and put the tip in, Agata caressed her face, knowing that that first moment would be powerful and so it was. Only a guttural cry could be heard... but I didn't stop putting it in, I wanted to have her before she reacted, having her impaled, she hugged the pillow and muffled the cry while our buttocks and pelvis collided in that musical sex strike.
My sex already hurt, I was opening three new doors, but the love to fuck could and in a moment it was she who said, give it to me what's going to hurt all week but make me yours.
between his tight bum and the lived emotion, it really cost me not to fill her tiny ass with cum, but as we agreed all the product of my body was for her pussy so when I was about to explode I changed position and she only moaned in pleasure without being able to say a word... both hugged each other and looked at each other.. even in my head i'm not sure if they have different love or just shared that moment that marked them both
I stayed until midday on Sunday, she was my wife, it's hard to say it any other way, she would take refuge in my chest and get addicted to the cock. Ágata respected what I told her and dressed up as a slut, maid, schoolgirl, etc., and we both attended... She would clean my cock with her mouth after having sex with me and although I wouldn't let her have an orgasm, she was content with sucking it and watching her friend and wife get inseminated without rest...
The four weeks of November were like that, she would call me every day and although we didn't see each other every day, if not every day then several times a week, she would ask how I wanted her to wait... she would buy clothes, dress up for me and sometimes both of us would dress up for me... Isaac learned that when I arrived he had to leave and Ágata had to attend to us...
It was a beautiful November, but I kept my part... I told him that I turn 29 on December 29th, that if he wants to talk to me again by that date next year, he can. Hopefully his wishes come true since everything she squeezed out of me served her purpose for what she wanted.
And if that wasn't enough, he told me on the last day.
Take me from behind I know you love it fill it with cum that's what I desire most today so it can be our last day...
This was our goodbye, she received cum in the two places that hadn't received it all this time...
As always on the lookout, we hope our desires have been fulfilled and the awakenings that occurred this month have led to paths filled with pleasure and bridges.
I'm leaving a bit of the little girl...
and a little of mine...
Thanks already to all the Porngirl community!!! Hope to get to know you more... leave comments and share the post...as always I'll be browsing in search of finding those who will help me expand this world of pleasure
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