Enero del 2006

I already told you about the time Martin wanted to get intimate with me and it was a total failure. I also told you that I didn't give him my Booty for a long time. In reality, the only time he had made me do the Booty was without my consent. A horrible experience! Martin had a lifelong friend, his best friend Andres. They said they were like brothers. Martin had returned to town for the parties and had started his vacations. I remember he still needed to finish a few subjects to graduate. I was 16 years old and with Martin we had a kind of formalized relationship. My brothers knew, and as in every small town, almost everyone was tired of making a fuss about my promiscuity. Contrary to what I thought, my parents didn't take it badly or hadn't noticed, since they never said anything about it. One night several guys and girls from the town got together at Amy's house to have some beers and pass the time. There were around 15 people, including my sister, who had always been crazy about Andres, although he didn't care about her. My sister wasn't a very attractive girl, and Andres was the typical guy who knew what he wanted and always had luck with cute girls. He had dark hair, very white skin, brown eyes, and wasn't very tall. His body looked well-defined, even though he didn't go to the gym. Martin arrived with Andres almost an hour after the rest of us. They had been drinking vodka and getting drunk. Since they were much older than the rest, it was like they always knew how to have fun, laughing and talking in code. My sister When I saw him enter with Andrés, I thought I was going to pee my pants, but the guy wasn't registering it. At one point, Martín called me to where I was with Andrés and invited me a beer they were taking from the bottle. We stayed like that, the three of us, drinking and laughing at any nonsense for quite some time, until Martín told me to invent an excuse and get away from my sister, who wasn't stopping looking towards where we were. I told Andrés to go talk to her, so she'd be distracted, but Martín cut me off, saying Andrés is coming with us. I was a little drunk, but not that much. I played dumb, like I hadn't heard, and let him pass. What Martin had prepared for me was catching my attention, it seemed he wanted to insist on the party and honestly, after the fiasco with Alejandro, I'd been thinking about the situation a lot and had started warming up the idea. It had been a while since it had been spinning in my head. The opportunity presented itself when she went to the bathroom. I didn't think, got out alone and walked to the corner. There, I waited for Martin. It must have taken 5 minutes and he still hadn't arrived, but who showed up was Andrés, who told me his friend had asked him to accompany me to his old man's house, since he was away on a trip. We walked together until Martin's dad's house, chatting about nonsense and laughing. The truth is I'd never been alone with Andrés before, and I think if we'd crossed a few words it would be a lot. When we arrived, he took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. He told me to come in, saying Martin would arrive at any moment. Since that failed night when Alejandro finished me off in my mouth, I had never gone back to that house. I couldn't help but see the armchair and let a smile slip out. I felt like Andrés knew something because he looked at me and smiled too. That made me feel some kind of complicity with him. He told me to sit down while he went to the fridge to get something to drink. He came back with a beer and two. Vasos. When we had finished the beer, Martin just arrived, saying something like if he was waiting for us or if we had already finished. I turned red, still remember the heat on my face. In the back of my mind, I knew I was wanting it, felt curiosity about trying everything, but at that moment I felt shame. I think I also felt guilt, knew how much my sister wanted to be with Andrea, and something told me that night she would turn to him. I think we kept drinking and talking until Martin and Andres challenged each other to a game in the Play. I was already quite drunk. But it all passed when I heard them say that the prize for the winner was me. Ah, I knew the night was really starting. While they played, I went to the bathroom. No longer the 13-year-old girl from the first time. I was older and more determined to have a good time. I remember taking my time to shower, and while doing so, I started putting my finger in the Booty. Some nights at home, I had done it while masturbating. First with one finger, then two, and when I realized it, the sphincter was already dilated and offering little resistance. My fingers went in and out easily. I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel and stopped in front of the screen. I told them that the best thing was for it to be a tie result, and let the towel drop. I didn't forget Martin's face, nor his words: see, I told you I would get her really slutty? I don't know what they did, but Andres went crazy over my tits. Martin went to the bathroom, probably to take a piss. Andres was sucking my tits and burying his fingers in my pussy with desperation. Every now and then he would squeeze my ass and make me turn around to see him. I knew he wanted to break my ass, so when I turned around, I stopped him on purpose, to get him hotter. From time to time, I told him not to suck it, that I didn't like sucking cock. Still, every now and then he insisted. I felt horny again in that armchair with Another dude, and the one who liked my sister. I really felt like a slut! I got down on my knees on the couch and grabbed the backrest, looked at him turning my head back, as if asking him to put it all in, and he didn't make me wait. He held me tight for a while, grabbing my hips hard. Andrés wasn't a big cock holder, more like what's considered standard size today, if you can say that. But how he moved!! I was going crazy when Martin appeared. He put a chair in front of us and sat down with his pants off to watch us. I got hot just looking at him, every time he turned his head, jerking off with that monstrous cock of his. At one point Andrés took it out and made me recline on my back with my legs open over the armrest of the couch. My Booty was almost pointing at the ceiling, a little also because I was exaggerating. He asked Martin if he could and this told him to break my ass well, prepare it for him. Imagine my heat, the morbid feeling was terrible. Besides, this time I was the one who was determined to go all out. The cock wasn't big and easily opened up my already dilated hole. I felt like Andrés was surprised by how easy it went in. This was the second time they were giving me a Booty, but now I was setting the pace and enjoying it. Poor my sister thought every now and then what she was missing, if she saw me at that moment, all slut and with Andrés inside my ass, I calculate she would hate me for life. Martin kept jerking off while watching. Every now and then he'd tell Andrés to move more, that he couldn't keep up with me and laugh. Give it to the black girl, she can't beat you he'd say. I remember because that phrase stuck with us for many years. I don't know how long I was like that, with Andrés giving me a Booty, going crazy with pleasure. At one point Martin told us to keep going in bed and we went, the three of us embracing, stumbling and kissing. In bed Martin lay on his back and I rode him. To this day I'm still in love with That enormous cock. It cost me to have it inside, but how I enjoyed it. The moment had arrived, I knew what was coming. Andres settled in behind me while Martin opened my buttocks. I felt him going in with delicacy, but constant, not stopping until he was all the way in. Then, slow movement, almost imperceptible, until acceleration started. Martin was quiet, staring at me fixedly, even seemed surprised. I can swear I didn't let out a peep. I took it like the best, because after that it became conversation with Martin. When Andres started to hurry up the thrusts, Martin followed. I think we three were in sync. We didn't last long, just a few minutes, maybe 5 or 10 and we finished like animals. I wasn't worried they hadn't used condoms, it had been a while since I injected Mesigyna, pregnancy wouldn't have happened. I didn't finish that night, couldn't that night. If only it had lasted longer.