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Volume II apologize for the delay in writing. Despite it being almost a month since Hannah and I went our separate ways, it has been difficult for me to write this because I have felt a mild depression. Fortunately, I talked to Marisol and she was there to support me, encourage me, and understand me better than I expected.
The last week we spent together (the first week of December from last year) was very complicated. Although our responsibilities decreased significantly, it gave us too much time to think about our impending departure.
As I mentioned, Hannah is a blonde girl with blue eyes, 30 years old, white skin, and rosy cheeks, almost like a doll, with a height of 1.64m, a slender figure, discreet breasts, and a small but tempting backside.
Despite her attractive physical appearance and smaller size, she shares personality and attitude aspects that remind me more of my wife when we were novios and which, due to our age difference, I couldn't let go properly.
We took advantage of the last nights to have romantic dinners in the cabin where we had shared so many memories and each night, a hot and passionate love-making session until 2 am, where we also took advantage of talking about our future plans.
I think I'm going to divorce. She said on Tuesday night, while taking off her suggestive silk pajama pants, jade green, which her husband had bought as sexy lingerie, claiming that It gave her shame to wear it for him but didn't have any problems wearing it with me.
It's not my fault, right? I asked, pulling out my marked erection from the pajama pants.
She smiled mischievously... No, it's not you. She replied condescendingly, then complained softly while going down on me. It's just... I don't love him... she added, making a subtle face between pain and pleasure. It started to sway gently, shaking her small breasts, whose nipples were already hard and excited. But... if you divorce Marisol... ahhh... please... call me! she began to moan slowly. I held her by her captivating waist, guiding her in the rhythm that pleased her most. You know well that I won't do it... I said, making her look at me with surprise and disappointment. During the year, we had gone through what is known as the 5 stages of grief and finally, the two of us were in the acceptance of our destiny. Among the most notable incidents of that period was her proposal for me to divorce my wife and marry her, so she could obtain Australian nationality (something that was not necessary, since I had already resided there for more than a year, had no problems with the authorities, and maintained a stable job, so I could apply on my own). But also there was a terrifying episode where she threatened to tell Marisol everything and ruin my marriage. That afternoon, she was extremely angry, moved to tears, and with an unbalanced expression that made me not recognize her. I told her she could do it. That I deserved it and that I wouldn't hold any grudges, but at the same time, I was fulfilling what makes me happiest, which made her give up. If things had been different and if you had known me before you knew Marisol, perhaps you and I would be married. I argued, making her cry, while the ride became more pleasant. We kissed and she surrendered fully to satisfy our pleasures. That's what her husband lacks. As I've mentioned, Hannah has found pleasure with her husband sometimes, but it lacks creativity. My wife knows well. Despite often being repetitive and methodical, each time I try to experiment with her body, studying the effect of a caress, a lick, a kiss or a pinch. In some area of interest for me and if this turns out favorable, it will be repeated next time. It was in this way that I discovered how sensitive my best friend is, which makes her extremely nervous and apprehensive, almost entirely inhibiting her at the moment of intimacy, as I also discovered that one of her erogenous zones is on her toes and that if I lick them, along with a delicate clitoral massage, she can obtain a sublime but unusual and refreshing orgasm. With Hannah, it's enough to lick her earlobe after kissing her softly to break down her resistance. She likes being caressed around the waist while she's on top, stimulating herself more and more if I move towards her breasts. I think that's because she knows about my obsession and when she put her cups in my hands, her face would reach new heights of satisfaction. But also, when I managed to penetrate her completely and she moaned passionately as I rode her, my hands would drop down to her rounded thighs, caressing her soft and pale skin. And it's because she well knows that her greatest attraction is her rear end, because it's something that constantly her husband and the men under his command can't stop admiring, but I've been chosen to possess it. In those moments, I would start kissing her with relish in a wild and intense ride, while my fingers searched for insertion into her rear end. I would reach a bestial climax this way and she had become addicted to this type of 'double penetration', where apart from stretching her buttocks with my hands, I would put up to 3 fingers inside her. By the time I came inside her (because as you know, we hadn't used condoms for over a year and I should constantly worry that she took her birth control), she had reached the stars twice and her angelic face showed how happy she was with me. But Despite everything, I didn't want to stop and taking advantage of my erection remaining firm inside her, I would take her by the waist and turn her towards the bed, so she would be underneath this time. This caused her great surprise, since even though her husband is younger and more athletic than me (29 years old and roughly described as a Ken doll), he has only given it to her twice consecutively in a few occasions. However, I was aware that we wouldn't make love for a good while and as I mentioned, Hannah reminds me of Marisol when she was young. 'You're... ah... so deep! Uhhhm!' she would complain, as I almost ravished her with fury. But it wasn't enough to just do it the traditional way. Taking advantage of her smaller size and weight, I managed to bend her a little more over my thighs, making the pumping of my hips give her a certain angle. Although it was a quite tiring position for both of us, it added a certain air of morbidity since if I were to ejaculate, my fluids would flow easily into her uterus, and besides, her legs would be flexed above my shoulders, causing her also a feeling of pain. But at the end of the day, I like to ejaculate looking at her face, so when my movements became incessant and I felt I couldn't hold back anymore, I gave up all position and went back to her lips, which were sucking me with desperation. By the way she looked at me, I wanted it to be over and fill her again, almost urgently. Still, I managed to contain myself with my last forces to give deep thrusts, almost like a ramming blow and unload with pride by pressing her uterus. Then, she would emit a muffled and cadenced sigh, closing her eyes as she felt my fluids filling her source of life and the expression on her face seemed youthful and innocent, unable to find any other words to describe it. Each of my downloads was received with a slight buzzing and accelerated breathing. I know her husband doesn't reach as deep in her, but I, from the first times, took care of pressing that point inside her, which initially caused her an unforgettable pleasure, realizing she enjoyed me more than her husband.
But as her senses returned, her celestial eyes sparkled like diamonds and we kissed with a certain mischief, something that also reminded me of Marisol.
Behind her back, every night's work was coming out to the arena. And although I enjoyed doing it to my wife, Lizzie, and Hannah just as much, I didn't like abusing and felt guilty about walking peculiarly the next day.
She, on the other hand, knowing she still had a desire left, smiled with malice and adopted her own position, getting down on all fours. My only job was to lick my fingers and lightly lubricate her, presenting the glans.
On one occasion, after doing her tiny ass and while we were settling in for sleep, I asked if she would have anal sex with her husband. She, very agitated, said she didn't know, since her husband gave her a repulsive feeling (although it seemed he didn't mind doing it with Hannah's sister-in-law, as Marisol discovered last summer).
I took my time, widening her anus, which she enjoyed quite a bit. When I had entered the head and less than half of it, she started sliding back, favoring my advance.
Honestly, it reminded me of a cat in heat, because although she initially complained with pain, slowly changing to loving moans, while my hands positioned themselves on her waist and I went all the way in until the end.
It was quite a spectacle to see how Hannah's tender, innocent, and modest rear end swallowed my tool with considerable ease and the roars that came from her mouth were full of pleasure. It was past one in the morning when we finished, with our bodies completely exhausted, although she had the most luminous smile of satisfaction. But it was the next day, during lunchtime, that I consulted Tom about the unease that was buzzing in my head. 'Is it possible for Hannah and me to take ourselves free on Sunday?' The old and good-natured miner smiled, knowing that my relationship with Hannah bordered on a teenage romance. 'I don't think there will be any problems. Why? Are you going to take her to Broken Hill on a date?' he asked with a mischievous smile. 'Actually, no. I had planned to spend the entire day with her at the cabin...' I replied honestly... I understood the perturbed look of the old man quite well. My appearance, my attitudes and the simple fact that I am extremely methodical in my work gave him the impression of someone shy and inexperienced in sexual techniques. But when he heard this, Hannah blushed slightly. For her, as a true British woman from an affluent family, she thought that the pleasure of sex was restricted to a maximum of 2 hours at night, but with me she discovered it could easily be doubled. It was then that she looked at me radiant, with a nervous smile quite similar to the one Marisol gives me when I propose the same thing, which is a mix of curiosity, longing and lust, with slight touches of incredulity. And it sufficed for me to respond with another confident smile, so she would know I wasn't joking...Next post
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