Histórias Reais
Ela estava na janela, ainda meio nervosa...
De brincadeira, falei: "Seu marido não vai vir..." e dei risada. Ela me olhou timidamente.
...Vem cá, gatinha, chega mais perto... quero te ver de pertinho... falei, como se estivesse dando uma ordem pra Estela.
Se aproximou... e eu ordenei! Sobe na cama, gatinha... você é linda, minha vida!
Estela é a mulher do Beto, meu vizinho de Belgrano. Já me estressei várias vezes com ele por causa do problema do esgoto. De manhã, nos domingos, ele começa a fazer barulho e acorda todo mundo.
Um dia mandei ele pra puta que pariu... e ele começou a falar um monte de merda. Sinceramente, fiquei puto com ele.
A gostosa da mulher dele sempre me cumprimentava, já que ele trabalha como motora de noite... Voltando do mercado chinês de comprar carne de soja, acompanhei a Estela. A gente conversou, se olhou, riu... e eu falei: "Vem pro meu apê pra não ficar sozinha?"
"Beleza, Pablo, passo lá... mas ainda não comi nada!"
"Tranquilo", respondi.
Mostrei o saco do supermercado.
"Eu esquento pra você!!"
Ela me deu um sorriso e veio vestida com uma calça jeans e uma regatinha azul.
E ali estava eu admirando essa mina... em cima da cama, de pé... gostosa... que linda você é, meu amor... levanta as mãos, falei, e me mostra toda como você é..
A Estela tinha uns olhinhos verdes lindos..
Tira essa camiseta, falei pra ela!
E ela saiu da cama... foi até o sofá... lá eu fiquei olhando ela tirando a camisetinha azul... adoro as magrinhas... não tem nada mais gostoso... que uma boa magra dos outros pra ter um sexo bom... e hoje eu tava muito tarado... Estela era o que eu precisava... não via a hora de meter aquela pirocada.
Me olho... e ela ficou séria...
Tô com medo do Beto chegar e me pegar...
Mas falei pra ela: "gata, são 8 da noite, o vôo do teu marido só chega depois das 3 da manhã, como sempre..."
Vem aqui, me mostra como você é, minha vida!
Ela se virou e veio até mim, mostrando aquelas Lolitas lindas que ela tinha... Uhhh, falei comigo mesmo... endureceu minha pica ver aquilo...
Vem cá, garota... tira minha calça... falei pra ela...
Ela esticou a roupa com as mãos e eu fiquei pelado olhando pra ela... A pica dela chamou a atenção, pulou pra ela quando tirei a calça, já tava molhada, bem dura...
— Gostei, falei pra ela! Olhando fixo nos olhinhos claros dela...
— O que você vai fazer comigo? ela perguntou!
— Vou meter nessa bunda linda que você tem...
— Ahh!! ela disse!
— Nem louca!
E a gata ria...
— Sim, falei... vou te comer pelo cu... por que não?
Ela respondeu: — Não, nada!... só que ninguém nunca me comeu pelo cu...
Sempre ouvi falar... mas nunca experimentei.
— E seu marido, o bocó, não te comeu? perguntei...
— Não, esse aí sempre dorme... ultimamente ele capota e me manda segurar a pica dele enquanto ronca...
— Minha vida... falei...
— Não vai doer...
Ela virou e, como toda puta, se entregou... foi até o sofá e tirou a calcinha azul, me olhando de canto de olho enquanto eu a admirava...
A magrinha tinha uma bunda! que endureceu minha pica como nunca... e eu já tava molhado... pronto pra bombar a mulher do Beto.
Que gostosa você é, minha vida, falei!
Ela ria...
De quem você é, perguntei enquanto ela vinha na minha direção!
Sua! ela respondeu sem hesitar...
E eu, sem hesitar nem mais um momento... peguei ela pela cintura e virei ela de costas...
Dei um tapa na bunda dela...
Aiiiiii! ela gritou...
E dei outro...!!
Aiiiiii! ela disse...
De quem você é?
Sua!
Então... enfiei meu dedo indicador na bucetinha dela... já estava um pouco molhadinha... movi meu dedo indicador fazendo círculos em forma de "o" dentro da buceta dela e ela gemia;
Ahhhh! ahhh!!!
Você gosta?
Mmmm! ahhh! ahh! siiiim! ela respondeu
De quem você é? Do Beto ou minha?
Sua! ahhhhhh!!
E a bucetinha ficava mais molhada...
Então, como já estava escorrendo a bucetinha dela, aproveitei pra juntar os líquidos nos meus dedos e levar até a abertura do cuzinho dela... molhando e ensopando com meus dedos...
Enfiando devagar meus dedos pra bucetinha ir relaxando...
Aiiii! mmmm! ela responde...
Com essa resposta, a mulher do Beto me confirmava se já estava pronta ou não pra eu penetrar ela analmente...
Então, já muito excitado, posicionei meu pau molhado na frente do cuzinho da Estela...
Encostei a cabeça do meu pau na lateral da buceta molhada dela e fiquei esfregando devagar.
Ela começou a se mexer e, sozinha, foi apontando o cuzinho dela pra cabeça do meu pau com os movimentos dela... e sem eu fazer nada... ela mesma apertou e enfiou no cu dela.
Aiaa!!! — gritou.
— Calma, gatinha... não vai doer muito — falei, acalmando ela, porque a putinha se mexia pra caralho.
Aí senti que a buceta dela tava molhada e eu tava muito excitado... não aguentei mais e enfiei devagar no cu dela até onde meu pau conseguia chegar.
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Puxei minha pica.. toda molhada do meu suor e saliva, e Ela ficou ali paralisada de quatro com a buceta aberta pra Mim.. como se estivesse surpresa, talvez..
Que gostosa você é, minha vida.. eu provoquei com essa frase..
Me ajoelhei na cama.. e virei ela.. peguei no cabelo dela e assim aproximei a carinha dela até minha pica.. e Ela respondeu lambendo rapidinho minha pica.. limpando o esperma que escorria..
Siiim, meu amor! Assim tá bom! eu falei pra ela...
ahhh!! eu gemi de tão feliz que tava com aquela lambida dela...
Ó, me olha... falei, balançando um pouquinho o cabelo dela enquanto ela lambia minha pica...
Ela me olhou com a língua na minha pica...
Falei: a partir de agora você é minha, né?
Sim, ela disse... MMM!! lambia minha pica e me mostrava aqueles olhinhos verdes lindos que ela tinha, enquanto não tirava a língua da minha pica e a correntinha dela balançava, na medalhinha tava escrito "Vou te amar pra sempre, Beto 2015".
Balancei ela de novo... vai, me lambe mais! falei pra ela...
Ayaaaa!! siiiim!!
Então... ela começou a chupar a cabeça da minha rola sem parar... eu sentia ela sugando e, ao mesmo tempo, a língua dela lambendo a pontinha do meu pau...
Aquela mulher do Beto arrancava gemidos de mim!
AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!! eu gemia...
Que bem tu chupas, minha vida, eu disse..
AHHHH!!!! Siiiiim!!!! AHHHH!!! eu gritava!! gozando naquela boquinha encantadora..
Tirei meu pau derramando porra por toda a carinha dela e nos cabelos..
Que bem tu chupas, Estela, eu disse!
Uhh!!
Assim começava uma noite com Estela enquanto Beto se preocupava com os clientes e ria com os colegas na remissão jogando damas e ouvindo música.. Uma daquelas noites que ainda viriam pra brincar com a Mulher dele..
Às vezes nos fins de semana, Beto ainda enchia o saco limpando o duto e perturbando os vizinhos.. Eu saía e olhava pra ele semidespido de cueca, encarando.. Dizia: Tudo bem!? e dava um sorriso sarcástico.. Minha vingança estava feita e eu fazia isso toda noite que queria gozar na boca da mulherzinha dele..
Ela estava na janela, ainda meio nervosa...
De brincadeira, falei: "Seu marido não vai vir..." e dei risada. Ela me olhou timidamente.
...Vem cá, gatinha, chega mais perto... quero te ver de pertinho... falei, como se estivesse dando uma ordem pra Estela.
Se aproximou... e eu ordenei! Sobe na cama, gatinha... você é linda, minha vida!Estela é a mulher do Beto, meu vizinho de Belgrano. Já me estressei várias vezes com ele por causa do problema do esgoto. De manhã, nos domingos, ele começa a fazer barulho e acorda todo mundo. Um dia mandei ele pra puta que pariu... e ele começou a falar um monte de merda. Sinceramente, fiquei puto com ele.
A gostosa da mulher dele sempre me cumprimentava, já que ele trabalha como motora de noite... Voltando do mercado chinês de comprar carne de soja, acompanhei a Estela. A gente conversou, se olhou, riu... e eu falei: "Vem pro meu apê pra não ficar sozinha?"
"Beleza, Pablo, passo lá... mas ainda não comi nada!"
"Tranquilo", respondi.
Mostrei o saco do supermercado.
"Eu esquento pra você!!"
Ela me deu um sorriso e veio vestida com uma calça jeans e uma regatinha azul.
E ali estava eu admirando essa mina... em cima da cama, de pé... gostosa... que linda você é, meu amor... levanta as mãos, falei, e me mostra toda como você é.. A Estela tinha uns olhinhos verdes lindos..
Tira essa camiseta, falei pra ela! E ela saiu da cama... foi até o sofá... lá eu fiquei olhando ela tirando a camisetinha azul... adoro as magrinhas... não tem nada mais gostoso... que uma boa magra dos outros pra ter um sexo bom... e hoje eu tava muito tarado... Estela era o que eu precisava... não via a hora de meter aquela pirocada.
Me olho... e ela ficou séria...Tô com medo do Beto chegar e me pegar...
Mas falei pra ela: "gata, são 8 da noite, o vôo do teu marido só chega depois das 3 da manhã, como sempre..."
Vem aqui, me mostra como você é, minha vida!
Ela se virou e veio até mim, mostrando aquelas Lolitas lindas que ela tinha... Uhhh, falei comigo mesmo... endureceu minha pica ver aquilo... Vem cá, garota... tira minha calça... falei pra ela...
Ela esticou a roupa com as mãos e eu fiquei pelado olhando pra ela... A pica dela chamou a atenção, pulou pra ela quando tirei a calça, já tava molhada, bem dura...
— Gostei, falei pra ela! Olhando fixo nos olhinhos claros dela...— O que você vai fazer comigo? ela perguntou!
— Vou meter nessa bunda linda que você tem...
— Ahh!! ela disse!
— Nem louca!
E a gata ria...
— Sim, falei... vou te comer pelo cu... por que não?
Ela respondeu: — Não, nada!... só que ninguém nunca me comeu pelo cu...
Sempre ouvi falar... mas nunca experimentei.
— E seu marido, o bocó, não te comeu? perguntei...
— Não, esse aí sempre dorme... ultimamente ele capota e me manda segurar a pica dele enquanto ronca...
— Minha vida... falei...
— Não vai doer...
Ela virou e, como toda puta, se entregou... foi até o sofá e tirou a calcinha azul, me olhando de canto de olho enquanto eu a admirava...
A magrinha tinha uma bunda! que endureceu minha pica como nunca... e eu já tava molhado... pronto pra bombar a mulher do Beto.
Que gostosa você é, minha vida, falei!Ela ria...
De quem você é, perguntei enquanto ela vinha na minha direção!
Sua! ela respondeu sem hesitar...
E eu, sem hesitar nem mais um momento... peguei ela pela cintura e virei ela de costas...
Dei um tapa na bunda dela...
Aiiiiii! ela gritou...
E dei outro...!!
Aiiiiii! ela disse...
De quem você é?
Sua!
Então... enfiei meu dedo indicador na bucetinha dela... já estava um pouco molhadinha... movi meu dedo indicador fazendo círculos em forma de "o" dentro da buceta dela e ela gemia;
Ahhhh! ahhh!!!
Você gosta?
Mmmm! ahhh! ahh! siiiim! ela respondeu
De quem você é? Do Beto ou minha?
Sua! ahhhhhh!!
E a bucetinha ficava mais molhada...
Então, como já estava escorrendo a bucetinha dela, aproveitei pra juntar os líquidos nos meus dedos e levar até a abertura do cuzinho dela... molhando e ensopando com meus dedos...
Enfiando devagar meus dedos pra bucetinha ir relaxando...
Aiiii! mmmm! ela responde...
Com essa resposta, a mulher do Beto me confirmava se já estava pronta ou não pra eu penetrar ela analmente...
Então, já muito excitado, posicionei meu pau molhado na frente do cuzinho da Estela...
Encostei a cabeça do meu pau na lateral da buceta molhada dela e fiquei esfregando devagar. Ela começou a se mexer e, sozinha, foi apontando o cuzinho dela pra cabeça do meu pau com os movimentos dela... e sem eu fazer nada... ela mesma apertou e enfiou no cu dela.
Aiaa!!! — gritou.
— Calma, gatinha... não vai doer muito — falei, acalmando ela, porque a putinha se mexia pra caralho.
Aí senti que a buceta dela tava molhada e eu tava muito excitado... não aguentei mais e enfiei devagar no cu dela até onde meu pau conseguia chegar.
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Puxei minha pica.. toda molhada do meu suor e saliva, e Ela ficou ali paralisada de quatro com a buceta aberta pra Mim.. como se estivesse surpresa, talvez.. Que gostosa você é, minha vida.. eu provoquei com essa frase..
Me ajoelhei na cama.. e virei ela.. peguei no cabelo dela e assim aproximei a carinha dela até minha pica.. e Ela respondeu lambendo rapidinho minha pica.. limpando o esperma que escorria..
Siiim, meu amor! Assim tá bom! eu falei pra ela...ahhh!! eu gemi de tão feliz que tava com aquela lambida dela...
Ó, me olha... falei, balançando um pouquinho o cabelo dela enquanto ela lambia minha pica...
Ela me olhou com a língua na minha pica...
Falei: a partir de agora você é minha, né?
Sim, ela disse... MMM!! lambia minha pica e me mostrava aqueles olhinhos verdes lindos que ela tinha, enquanto não tirava a língua da minha pica e a correntinha dela balançava, na medalhinha tava escrito "Vou te amar pra sempre, Beto 2015".
Balancei ela de novo... vai, me lambe mais! falei pra ela...
Ayaaaa!! siiiim!!Então... ela começou a chupar a cabeça da minha rola sem parar... eu sentia ela sugando e, ao mesmo tempo, a língua dela lambendo a pontinha do meu pau...Aquela mulher do Beto arrancava gemidos de mim!
AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!! eu gemia...
Que bem tu chupas, minha vida, eu disse.. AHHHH!!!! Siiiiim!!!! AHHHH!!! eu gritava!! gozando naquela boquinha encantadora..
Tirei meu pau derramando porra por toda a carinha dela e nos cabelos..
Que bem tu chupas, Estela, eu disse!
Uhh!!
Assim começava uma noite com Estela enquanto Beto se preocupava com os clientes e ria com os colegas na remissão jogando damas e ouvindo música.. Uma daquelas noites que ainda viriam pra brincar com a Mulher dele..
Às vezes nos fins de semana, Beto ainda enchia o saco limpando o duto e perturbando os vizinhos.. Eu saía e olhava pra ele semidespido de cueca, encarando.. Dizia: Tudo bem!? e dava um sorriso sarcástico.. Minha vingança estava feita e eu fazia isso toda noite que queria gozar na boca da mulherzinha dele..
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