Everything is blurry.
Everything keeps spinning around.
Bella is like a barrel. And not because she doesn't know how to drink. It's been totally premeditated.
Her throat has turned into an autopista without tolls where the cubatas have been passing non-stop, one after another. She's drunk half a bar. She deserves it for her run.
Her eyes close.
She starts breathing slowly.
Her legs give out.
Strong arms save her from falling flat on the floor.
For Bella everything goes dark.
For Hugo everything lights up. It's been worth waiting all night for her, and feeling her breasts pressed against him is an unimaginable prize.
-UUUFFFFFFF- Bella almost articulates without opening her mouth- many thanks Miguel……
-You're welcome – Hugo answers- but my name is Hugo.
Bella hasn't heard anything he's said. Not even does she flinch when Hugo takes her to the sofa area and sits down beside her. Nor does she notice when her head falls onto his shoulders.
Hugo, slightly uncomfortable, looks around.
When he notices a hand falling onto his lap, he gives a stifled gasp due to the deafening music.
-What a mess you're in- Hugo tells Bella.
No response.
Hugo looks at the black ceiling and takes a deep breath, trying to forget the sensation that her hand is so close to his intimate areas.
His right hand slips into the back of Bella's neck, ready to straighten her up. The tip of his fingers contacts something soft.
-Well, well, see that you've finally managed it- a familiar voice says, startling Hugo's hand and diverting his eyes from the ceiling.
-My friend Abel, you've finally arrived- Hugo says
-Yes, and I see I missed a good one.- Abel answers
-Just look. She's had a wild time- Hugo says
-Well, it would be best to take her home- Abel says seriously. Come on, let's help. Let's do the good deed of the day.
Said and done. Hugo and Abel stumble along with Bella unconscious between them.
When they reach near the exit... Hugo remembers that Bella has left a coat and purse in the closet.
-We'll have to find the number- says Abel.
Hugo sighs.
Abel adds: We'll disregard the upper part. With such a tight sweater, even a mole would notice it. Here- says Abel pointing to her breasts with his chin- only two can fit.
Passing over Abel's allusions, Hugo releases Bella's belt and directs his right hand to one of Bella's back pockets.
The fingers slide in.
In an instant, the hand returns to the outside.
Hugo observes Bella, expecting a stern reprimand.
Nothing at all.
Abel looks at him with a dazed expression. Their eyes meet. –There's nothing here- points out Hugo.
-Damn it, with such a search I wouldn't have found even an elephant in there. Abel jokes. –Let me try, he says while his hand returns to the pocket where Hugo had searched.
He displaces the fingers with utmost care.
The tips exceed the limit of the pocket.
Both observe Bella, who remains motionless except for a slight breathing.
Abel continues lowering.
When he reaches the end, the fingers separate, trying to encompass everything.
While corroborating Hugo's version, Abel takes advantage of grabbing the right buttock that sleeps between his fingers with force.
Abel notes a fine and soft touch of young flesh directly against his fingers, indicating the existence of a tiny thong inside.
Very much against his will, the boy withdraws his hand.
-The situation promises thinks Abel to himself while his canine teeth sharpen and his mouth fills with saliva.
Ignoring Hugo's reproaches, Abel changes pockets.
He soon notices something inside. With stealth, he grabs it and pulls it out.
Before his eyes pass various papers, several bills, and an ID card. Between these two last, Abel observes perfectly the existence of a crumpled green paper identical to the one they gave him when delivering his clothes.
Joining quickly the bunch of papers, adds: Nothing here.
-Let's look ahead- says Abel.
His fingers already run along Bella's hips.
With a slight curvature, his fingers touch the front entrance.
-Damn man, these women... what pants so tight and tight. You can tell they don't have balls hanging. Almost can't put my hand... uggggfffff-
With effort, Abel manages to get in up to his knuckles.
Not much more than coins and a lighter.
With a new grip, his fingers enter a little further. The knuckles are drawn perfectly through the fabric of the pants. They move until the fingers find the limit of the underwear.
Pulling strength from the growing excitement, the fingers put the fabric of the inner lining to the test.
The tip of his fingers slips below the limit of the intimate fabric.
He moves them up and down, feeling the pubic hair under his fingertips. The heat emanating from that crotch drives him crazy.
Hugo, impatient, asks what he's doing.
Abel pulls out his hand reluctantly and announces his mistake. There was nothing.
-Look in the other pocket. I'm not getting there- says Abel.
Hugo looks at Bella, waiting for permission that won't come. Not now, nor all night.
The left pocket is penetrated again.
The hand finds the empty pocket, but, in its search, Hugo also comes across the underwear. The result is the awakening of a part of Hugo that Abel has been hard for a while.
With Hugo still with the image of some panties inside him, Abel apologizes for his previous error. The number appears among the bills.
They already have their coats and Bella's tiny purse too.
With certain difficulty, they manage to get to the car and agree that Abel will drive because he hasn't drunk anything.
Hugo sits behind, with Bella.
Abel starts: By the way, where are we going?-
Hugo recites the address by heart.
Abel, surprised, realizes that Hugo didn't He looked in the purse. Without saying anything, he heads to where Hugo told him.
Again with the girl on his back, they both stand in front of her house door.
- Now what? Abel asks. Shall we call? Her parents will be happy.
Abel now looks for something in the purse: papers, a little bag, a mirror, and keys at the bottom. When he pulls them out, a string of condoms gets caught.
The two men look at each other, with wide clouds in their minds.
- Well, it seems we have a prepared and cautious girl... or that's what she had planned for tonight.
Hugo ignores his friend's words. He can't help but get angry at the image of Bella, the love he has pursued for the last three years, wanting to be screwed by another.
Hugo opens the door before telling his colleague that Bella lives alone.
Abel is surprised again at how much Hugo knows about the drunk girl, but says nothing.
Once in the elevator, the mirror reflects a depressing image: Bella with her head fallen, her nose pointing to the floor, and her hair covering her face, held by the two men who look like wolves.
Hugo worries.
Abel smiles and rubs his groin.
Bella only breathes.
Once inside, Hugo feels he has achieved a dream. He had imagined entering that house thousands of times, but never in such a situation.
Abel runs out of the room, saying he's going to find where to leave her.
For now, Hugo sits her down on the sofa.
When he leaves her, Bella falls to one side.
With ease - it seems like the girl doesn't weigh a gram - she returns to her previous position and sits next to him.
Bella falls again, but this time only reaches his shoulder.
Hugo separates her hair from her face. That half-melting mane of fine, smooth, and very black hair reveals a brunette's face with hidden eyes under long and tightly closed eyelashes. The fine skin of her neck disappears appetizingly under the shirt.
Her eyes continue descending. Look at the sides. The T-shirt draws perfect curves. A T-shirt that seems about to burst before suddenly ending, just above the navel. The stomach, flat and apparently hard, rises and falls in rhythm.
The pants, indecently short, reach the point of not showing anything but leaving everything visible. Hugo is sure that if he lowered it by a single millimeter, Bella's slit would pop out. It's amazing that not a single rebellious hair can be seen.
With such an image in mind, it's no surprise that his right hand starts moving without the rest of his body noticing.
Noticing something soft between his fingers, Hugo jumps back.
He was so absorbed that he didn't even realize Abel had returned. And with a bottle in hand.
-What are you doing with that?-Hugo asks.
-Nothing-Abel responds innocently-just paying for the ride-and takes a swig of whisky to add- and look what I found.- Abel tosses a small, crumpled item onto Hugo's lap. -Smell it. It must be the one she was wearing before leaving. So much woman in so little fabric.
Hugo fuck the bundle and checks that they are white panties.
-You're sick-Hugo says while folding them neatly. As he does, he can observe a small stain on the crotch area of the panties.
Hugo tosses them away before his hands force him to smell them. Immediately after the panties land on the parquet floor, Hugo regrets having done so.
Abel sees them landing while taking another swig from the bottle.
Hugo gets up to find a bathroom. He's peeing.
While emptying his bladder, the silence that reigns in the entire house makes him feel uneasy.
With haste, he hides the little guy under the zipper and exits the small bathroom.
The image of Abel grabbing the girl by the chin and filling her mouth with whisky is the last thing Hugo expected to see.
Without giving time for- scold her, Abel tells him that – I'm making sure she doesn't wake up immediately. Bella's mouth is a large bathtub of yellow liquid of high graduation that slowly and with difficulty goes down her throat and falls onto her chin in equal parts.
Hugo approaches and swats away the bottle from Bella. The recipient falls to the floor without breaking and starts rolling until it disappears under the sofa.
Hugo sits down.
Abel picks up the girl on his shoulder and walks towards the hallway.
He stops.
Still with his back turned, he says: Look, man, I don't know if you're stupid or you're doing it on purpose. We're at this aunt's house, alone with her and no one can interrupt us... not even her, because, in case you haven't noticed, the ham has a coma from the bottle.
A long wait culminates in a glance at his rear end that has his face next to him and an and also, but I think you've known for a while now, this aunt is like cheese
-And?- asks Hugo.
-Are you stupid or what?- answers an angry Abel. One lady to our mercy, two guys out of it, condoms, and a house for us. What result do you get from that combination?
-You're sick- comes to answer Hugo.
-And you're numb- responds Abel while re-starting his walk. When he reaches the hallway door, he stops again: -I don't know about you, but I'm going to have a good time with this one- while giving her a slap on the butt and smiling.
Hugo lowers his head and feels like his company is being taken away by the steps at the back of the hallway.
Hugo keeps looking at the floor, thinking about what his colleague is doing, contrasting it with what comes out of his head and what comes out of his groin.
-It can't be. We can't do that to her. It's wrong- thinks while hitting his temples.
After what felt like an eternity for Hugo, he gathers enough strength to get up and decide to stop what is about to happen in this house. He's so bad at taking advantage of a defenseless How to let someone do it.
With concentrated fury between his eyes, Hugo heads down the hallway.
At the end, light comes out of a single room.
Hugo approaches and stands in front of the door, thinking about what to do.
From inside, you can clearly hear the following words: -Damn, what tits!!!!.
Hugo crosses the threshold like an exhalation.
What his eyes capture leaves him speechless.
He's only able to add: -Damn, what tits!!!!.
Abel is sitting on the edge of the bed, next to a Bella with her torso bare.
The perfect belly he had seen before means nothing in front of breasts that no sculptor could have carved, not even the best Renaissance sculptor. Their size seems perfect for any masculine hand. Their small, pink aureolas crowned by appetizing nipples are perfect for any mouth.
The erection they present, Hugo associates with the temperature change they just experienced. He doesn't want to think about Abel having already taken advantage of them. Although he knows that no man could resist something like this.
-Look what a wonder! And all for us - says Abel, pointing towards the bed.
-No way, this isn't right- complains Hugo, his mouth smaller and his package more prominent every time. The blood flowing to his brain changes direction faster and faster.
-Well, you've convinced me... but we're not going to leave them in bed with what they're wearing. Tomorrow she'll wonder who brought her and those things. We'll put on pajamas and with the hangover she has, tomorrow she won't even think about whether or not she came on her own- asserts Abel.
-If you please- responds Hugo.
-Well, let's go then, - says Abel.
-And isn't it dangerous to leave her like that?, asks Hugo.
-Dude, get a grip. Besides, I don't know anyone who has died from drunkenness.
-But yes, people have drowned in their own vomit- says Hugo.
-Well, we'll put her face down and that's it... or we can stay and If it vomits let us unclog its throat ourselves, he says while touching his groin. - Abel is always so funny.
Stop being an idiot. Let's change and get out of here I tell him as seriously as I can.
Without giving me time to blink, Abel unbuttons the fly and lowers the zipper.
A black piece of fabric appears through the newly created opening.
Hugo, unable to avoid it, approaches. His eyesight has decreased with age.
He can check that the underwear alternates between opaque black stripes and transparent ones.
Lowering himself a bit more and squinting, he observes through the transparent strips an flattened patch of hair.
Hugo separates his jersey collar from his neck. Suddenly, the room's temperature has increased greatly.
Abel starts pulling down on his pants. He struggles with them, pulling them down again and again.
-God damn it, it seems like they're stuck together. How did she get them in there? Help me- Abel asks Hugo.
Hugo sits down on the other side.
The two of them pull together, Abel from above and Hugo from the legs.
Slowly but surely, the pants give way to the persistence of the good Samaritans. Let it be clear that they're only doing this because she's more comfortable...
The job could have ended earlier if it weren't for the fact that they've been enjoying themselves without much strength. A tug and the breasts tremble going up and down. They love it, although neither of them says a word about it.
Finally, after countless tugs and trembling breasts, the pants fall to the floor and Bella is almost naked in front of the two hungry wolves.
Both of them stand up and look at the postcard from a better perspective.
The black-transparent triangle that covers her sex turns into three strips as she loses its mission of covering. Two strips encircle her waist, disappearing under her inert body while the third goes down out of sight but arrives in the field of dreams of both males. Both imagine it. clavada, wet, delicious…
Shaking that image from his head, Hugo turns and heads to the closet.
After searching for a long time, he finds what he was looking for: a pajama.
He turns around.
His eyes open as wide as his mouth.
The pajama falls out of his hands.
A lump rising and falling in the center of the girl's body is stuck in the center of her head. Abel has reclined on the bed and inserted one hand under the thong.
-What are you doing, Abel?
Abel looks at him without stopping moving his hand. – You see, buddy. This chick is soaked
Hugo doesn't even blink. He sees those fingers going in and out of Bella again and again.
Abel displaces Bella by moving his hand upwards. Small and dense droplets fill his fingers.
-Look, man. I've heard that if you rub your bald spot with this vaginal elixir, you'll grow hair in two days Abel says, trying to reach Hugo's shiny bald head.
-Leave me alone Hugo replies, giving him a slap on the impregnated extremity.
Abel protests inwardly, turns around and sits back down next to the fécutie.
-No, wait... – says Hugo meditating his next words ...turn her over.
Abel looks at him and smiles: - That's what I like about you, Hugo, with your own ideas, yes sir...
Bella's body is turned over. In an instant, she lies on her stomach.
Abel separates from her and joins Hugo.
-What a great butt- the two of them say, dazed.
The smooth and clean female back is topped by a turgid, rounded and swollen buttocks, with both cheeks exposed and separated by a thong strap that is disappearing as it enters the inhospitable depths.
-Uuyyy. Too close- says Hugo.
-What? asks Abel while following Hugo to the bed.
-This- he answers, grabbing his feet.
The two hands separate.
With them, the feet.
With them, the legs.
And with all of that, two cocks shoot into the room.
The strap of... thong, in the recently discovered zone, disappears swallowed by two bright and bald mountains. The two major lips of Bella exercise as a magnet for drooling men (excuse the redundancy) eager to become the strap of that thong.
Silence is broken by Abel with a surprising proposal: -Come on, Hugo, touch it. Don't you hear how it's calling you? Don't you see how it's looking at you? Touch it and I swear we'll do what you want afterwards.
Hugo slightly leans to accommodate his recently swollen inguinal area.
He approaches the inert girl again.
He sits to her left.
The hand begins a journey along her back. The contact with the fine skin of the girl makes him stiff all the way up to his nose hairs. With care, it continues down, along the spine, until reaching the rear strap of her underwear.
They get under and continue.
Heat increases at the tip of his fingers.
So does sweat.
As he's entering that inhospitable valley of heat, his fingers join, turning his hand into a hard and tense shovel that digs into the girl's body.
When passing over a small lump with an asperous texture, his index finger separates from the rest and begins a courtesy visit that ends when the rest of his companions start to notice a growing and concentrated humidity.
Like an exhalation, his index finger crosses the perineum towards the women's oven.
If his fingers were an ice cream, they would have melted ages ago.
When reaching the gates of heaven, Hugo checks the perfection of the shave. He had never touched anything like it. All the women he'd been with had trimmed their pubic area and/or vulva, but a slit this clean never...
At that moment, certainty invades him that there's nothing in the world comparable to licking something like that.
But seeing that they might ruin the party, his finger advances ahead of his tongue and enters Bella's body to check how much reason Abel had.
Hugo is surprised by so much humidity for a girl without sense. It's surprisingly wet. The finger disappears completely.
The knuckle hits the smaller lips. The tip of the finger contacts indescribable forms and textures. Hugo loses it. He pulls out his finger and grabs Bella from her waist.
He pulls with force towards him.
Bella ends up with her face against the sheet and her buttocks raised in pomp, with Hugo's face between them.
The man's nose is pressed into the woman's anus while his tongue runs along the vertical cleft. A cleft that, like a simple flower, opens with each lick.
Hugo, with one hand, separates one of the lips, behind which an infinite wet and dark path begins without a visible end but with a perfectly palpable beginning and a pile of pink folds.
The tongue starts on the abrupt rose-colored terrain. The acidity of the surface is quickly forgotten as it starts to search for the end of the tunnel with determination and desperation.
The salty and aphrodisiac flavor fills Hugo's head.
A movement in his body that he's eating makes him stop.
So, with his tongue stuck in the pussy, he starts looking for excuses while raising his gaze.
In front of him, Bella's head, almost perpendicular to the bed, is looking straight ahead. Behind her, Abel's bare knees. Between Bella's hair, Abel's hands.
Without seeing it, both Hugo and you know what's happening between the other two.
Especially when the hair starts moving from front to back. There's no doubt.
Even less so when Abel starts moaning.
Even less so when Hugo hears Abel reciting the praises of that foxy mouth (textual words).
They keep going for a while until Abel asks for a change in position because he doesn't want to break her neck - As you can see, all delicacy...
The interruption of the action only incites them more.
Hugo grabs Bella's feet and pulls them until her ankles are hanging over the edge of the bed.
This way, on his knees, praying before his goddess, he can... give themselves better and more comfortably to their oral needs.
With care Hugo explores the girl's slit above and below, stopping for eternity at the clitoris, separating the upper lips and reaching the outer walls of the vagina.
Hugo furrows his brow at the acidity he feels on the tip of his tongue.
A few more passes and it's all sweetness, no trace of acid, the world concentrates in that cave. An echo comes out of her screaming: 'enter, enter...'.
Half hypnotized, Hugo raises his gaze and discovers Abel's asshole moving back and forth precariously close to his face.
Abel, seeing how his companion was satisfying his thirst and hunger by drinking and eating Bella, has decided to keep feeding her. Sitting on her tits and grasping her face, he continues to penetrate her mouth.
His cock enters and exits with total freedom. Mysteriously, the girl's lips offer just the right resistance to slow down the skin of his cock, which wrinkles patiently outside the lips while the cap visits the interiorities of Bella's mouth without rest.
Without thinking about how some lips in a fainted body exercise that just right resistance, Abel tightens up a bit more, causing the wrinkles on the skin of his cock, always envious of the cap, to join it in the party inside. Abel can't wait for this party to turn into a foam party.
Abel moves his asshole over the tits beneath him as if he were riding a mechanical bull and each time with increasing speed, both due to the increase in his excitement and the lubricity provided by the sweat accumulating between them.
Abel had started to fuck that mouth cautiously. He couldn't help but think what would happen if the girl woke up and closed her mouth without warning. But that was at the beginning. Now he doesn't even think about it. He just wants to enter that mouth, feel the lips making noise against his trunk. The lack of... mobility in Bella compensates with the sensation she feels under her butt. Two button-like things that excite her completely by rubbing against her buttocks.
Behind, Hugo extends his journey, arriving to lick her anus. It's hard for him to know which hole is more savory. Each one offers a texture and flavor impossible to compare.
Abel quickly swallows saliva, emitting a loud Iiiiissshhhh. His cock springs out of his lips and shakes her, giving her gentle taps with his shaft on the now-closed lips in front of him. He also passes it over her cheeks, around her eyelids, forehead, and nose with his red glans, feeling the fine skin of the girl and reducing the level of semen that has started to press strongly towards the outside. He raises a bit and passes his testicles over her nose, giving gentle taps on her forehead with the tip.
Abel laughs happily. This serves to relax him.
Overcome by the critical moment, Abel goes back to grab Bella's face, feeling confident in himself and able to control himself.
Pressing her cheeks, he puts his mouth back into O shape.
He presses again.
Back between those lips that seem less unconscious. Feeling a slight slackness in his cock, Abel presses hard while squeezing her cheeks, increasing the contact with his cock.
A tremor in his testicles surprises him. His fingers close even more around her cheeks. He looks ahead and sees Hugo embedded under Bella's hair.
The semen covers the distance between his testicles and the tip in a split second.
Not much time to withdraw.
The first explosion ends on the tongue sleeping inside her mouth.
Fearful of waking up the girl, but rather feeling bad for coming in her mouth, Abel withdraws.
The rest of Abel's testicular interior ends up on the face in front of him.
The violent cannonballs of semen impact fully on Bella's skin. Not even that moves her.
Hugo is drawn by his companion's sudden grunts and the Intense tremor, lifts his head. The surroundings of his face are completely soaked.
Abel continues with Bella's face between his hands, letting the dripping semen fall onto the bed. His entire face has turned into a source of semen, the mouth accumulating it on his lips, a large white stalactite in his nose that ends on the sheet, his eyelashes sealed by a semen plug and his hair tied together by Abel's natural gum.
Hugo tilts his head, confirming his suspicions. He watches in awe as Abel cleans Bella's face with her thong. With so little fabric, he soon runs out. He finishes cleaning the rest with the sheet, sending it towards the pillow made into a ball.
Abel gets up a bit. Quickly turns around and sits on Bella's bright but clean jet.- God, what a wild ride. It's been incredible. Now it's my turn to eat something else
With a slight adjustment of his hips, he lodges his anus over her nose. Abel can't help but let out a growl. After the buzzing, he grabs the girl's hand and, with it, wraps himself around his own cock, still with white remnants on it.
He starts going up and down, making Bella dedicate a post-orgasmic self-masturbation to him.
Slowly lifts and lowers the skin of his sensitized member.
Hugo watches the action with wide eyes.
Every time Bella's hand goes down, before him opens Abel's cock cap.
Too close for his taste. Clearly sees the cock with the cock and its folds smeared with white.
It's an image too masculine for him.
Conscious of this, and not because he's tired of licking - he wouldn't stop-, Hugo gets up.
-This isn't right. We can't do it- thinks Hugo.
He starts to separate from the couple but doesn't stop looking.
-Stop, stop!!!- yells at an Abel who is already shaking his ass like a wild Amazonian woman.
Abel stops but doesn't get up.
His cock is back on top of Bella's tits.
Hugo watches: - You're going to drown idiots. Get up, we're leaving now from here
Abel gets up.
He grabs his pants.
Less bad, thinks Hugo if this continues, we'll end up in jail. Poor Bella. What have we done?
Abel takes out a bright plastic square with a rounded mark in the center from his back pocket and a diary from it.
-What are you doing, Abel?
-Look, man. Don't get upset, it's not about you. I don't care if you just sucked it up, 'good conscience and good Samaritan' but who knows who she's screwed this time? You see that she's an easy girl, no complaint to be screwed by two almost unknown guys.
Hugo barely manages to repress a smile.
Abel spreads his shaved legs and grabs himself, stretching over Bella's body.
Hugo turns around, giving the back to what he doesn't want to see. A small desk against the wall looks as strange as an elephant in a nursery. The photos attached to the wall and the colored pencils inside some clay pots give it a childish look that doesn't fit at all in the room, and even less with what's happening on the bed. On the wood, a small closed book.
Hugo approaches.
-My Diary- reads the cover.
He can't help himself. He sits down in the chair and opens the book halfway.
Carefully turning pages while listening to his friend's and Bella's grunts from the bed.
Plugging his ears, he focuses on the diary. It is indeed Bella's diary.
Written with neat and precious handwriting, it describes her experiences chronologically.
The past passes quickly until it reaches today:
Finally, the exams are over. Yesterday I couldn't wait for this day to come... And now I can't wait for tonight to come.
This night is the night.
I have decided to lose the only virginity left: the one from behind. Despite having been tried to be put a finger in sometimes, tonight I want something more to happen. I'm determined. I think I am more nervous than when I wrote in this same diary the day I wanted to lose my official virginity.
Hugo keeps reading and recording in his memory the need to read, later, what Bella wrote about that day. It's sure worth reading it. The diary continues:
I'm going to get drunk tonight. - Hugo turns around. He sees her stretched out with her arms crossed and Abel pumping between her legs. - You can't imagine how right you were he thinks while returning to immerse himself in the delicious writing of the drunk woman.
I need it to overcome the fear that has contracted me every time I've tried before. Besides, I need liters of alcohol to get close to Miguel. When I talk to him, my hands sweat, my armpits are soaked, and also a little lower down.
An abnormal distance projects onto the image of a thoughtful Bella after writing such words.
And why Miguel? I ask myself that too. He doesn't attract me physically, but he has that wild and rebellious point that always appealed to me. Besides, if I'm going to lose my virginity, let it be worth something. The package indicates that there's something considerable hanging around. Jorge, Manuel, and Pedro could be an option, but never the first one. Jose or Antonio also have their pun, plus what Isa told me, Antonio is another great option, but I don't see them with me. I don't know... Discarded are... - Hugo stops reading with his face red with anger. He's not even among the possibilities. He, who has always been good to Bella, he, who always left her notes when she didn't come to class, he, who loved her so much, he, who made her laugh so much...
Discarded are Jaime, too ugly, Joel, too loved by Carla, Toni, too stupid, and that guy I can never remember what his name is, the bald one, the annoying one who always makes jokes and stupid things that don't make a baby laugh... And besides, it looks like she has a small one... although I should probably consider it. If this is my first time there, he won't hurt me... not even for real, before I'd rather have my clitoris twisted with pliers....
Hugo can't read anymore. Blood accumulates on his face from pure fury. His eyes get misty with tears. He slams the book shut and punches the table. He gets up, snorting like a bull, and approaches the bed with big strides.
He pushes Abel away from Bella.
Abel falls to the floor, looking up at the ceiling with his cock still in its sheath. What are you doing, momma? – he says as he recovers from the shock.- If you don't want to screw her, that's your problem, but leave me alone.
Without looking at him, Hugo takes off his pants with fury.
Behind them, his underwear is visible.
-Oh, slut! Abel yells. You have a small cock! No wonder she gave you trouble. You're going to kill her, you bastard.
Hugo doesn't bat an eye. He knows exactly how big his member is, although it took him until the first time he screwed to be fully aware: his aunt's pussy was sore for two days.
His 23cm of hardened flesh exchanges glances with Abel's noticeably smaller one.
-Get away, get away – Abel says– May the devil carry her.
For a millionth of a second, reason flashes through his head. He knows it could hurt him. Pushing that thought aside, Hugo feels that no pain will ever surpass the pain in his heart after reading the words from the diary.
Hugo turns to Bella, making her roll over onto herself. Grabbing her hips, he puts her just above the edge of the bed. Her knees rest on the floor.
He gets down on his knees.
Grabbing his cock with hardness, he focuses it on Bella with a single image filling his brain: that small and wrinkled black hole at the bottom of the asshole in front of him, well-lubricated.
The tip is already touching the reduced point of entry.
She lowers a little and moistens it along the crack.
Already dripping, he inserts it further up.
Screaming you're going to see how far I'll penetrate you your anal virginity slut Hugo presses with all his rage, biting his lower lip.
The enormous cock doesn't find a place to profane.
It surrounds the tip strongly with its fingers.
Pressing in and out of himself.
When little is left at the lip before it starts bleeding, something gives between the buttocks and Hugo loses sight of his enormous head.
AAAaaaaaaaaahhhh.
The scream leaves them petrified.
Both look at each other.
Both look at Bella.
Bella continues quiet, despite the scream still resonating between the walls.
After overcoming the initial shock, Hugo realizes how little it matters to him if Aunt is awake or not. Better she wakes up and sees her being analized. He doesn't see the moment when she starts vomiting from disgust at his presence.
With force he grabs her hair and pushes her face against the bed, tilting her a bit so she can just breathe while recovering the rhythm of the terrible sodomy.
Abel, who misses nothing, thinks that it still seems more monstrous the cock of his friend between such small buttocks. If he looks only at the cock and the ass, it seems they're analizing an elf.
Entering them without compassion, the little hole is dilating with each penetration.
The anal constrictions drive Hugo crazy, even more so. His cock had never been so tight. He had tried many times but always had to give in to the girl's pleas. This one can't complain and if she does, he'll bring her anyway, without care.
The buttocks tremble with waves that arise every time Hugo crashes against them.
The head on the bed goes up and down like a dog's that puts itself in the rear glass of cars.
Abel, already with his cock out, wanks and massages his balls as if he were watching a porn movie. Fixedly Look at the cock losing itself in the darkest hole of Bella.
Hugo looks at it too.
Neither of them has the opportunity to see Bella's hands grasping the sheet with force and her back marking each of her muscles as they try to counteract the pain coming from below.
By force, the cock almost enters entirely and the testicles already knock against the pussy that smiles and drools beneath them.
Hugo lifts his buttocks with force, facilitating the view of the poor little anus.
The reddened skin surrounding it tenses up.
The cock slows down in its thrusts and recreates itself in a slow in-and-out motion.
Screaming, Hugo suddenly penetrates with all his might, giving him his legs and the fury that consumes him.
Tensing all his muscles, he enters Bella with all his extension, wanting to go deeper and deeper. He wants to come inside her deepest part.
His cock hardens even more.
He knows exactly what's coming now.
Hugo looks at the ceiling, stretching his neck as if trying to separate his head from his body.
He closes his eyes.
His anus contracts again and again, forcing his testicles to release everything they hold inside.
Without retreating a single millimeter, Hugo empties himself while filling Bella's intestines.
Her hands continue to lift her buttocks.
Feeling the last burst leaving his cock, Hugo collapses onto Bella's drunken back.
Completely overwhelmed by sensations, he kisses her back, licks each of her bones, savoring and filling himself with her sweat.
The fury he felt has been dissipating as his testicles emptied.
Now Hugo wants to make the most of every second she offers him. He knows that from now on, he won't be able to look at Bella's face again. Bella is finished for him. Since he accepted what Abel proposed, everything has changed.
Abel has put on his pants.
Hugo has drooled all over Bella's back.
Finally, he withdraws his member with a loud 'PPLLOBBB'. accompanied by a heap of white substance that drips down Bella's thighs, staining the white sheet now. As Hugo dresses, regret and guilt overwhelm him completely. With a plump Abel and a defeated Hugo, the two leave through the door, leaving Bella as she was, lying face down with her ass hole as big as a subway tunnel. The outside door slams shut with a loud noise. A couple of minutes pass. Bella slowly raises her head. She looks sideways back at it. The door is closed. The silence fills the house completely. Carefully, she crawls onto the bed. Her ass pulls her down with painful tenacity. Her head sinks into the soft pillow. Deep darkness fills her head. Bella smiles... ... A couple of hours later, upon waking, Bella quickly heads to her desk. She fucks the pen and starts writing. Dear diary. Everything has turned out as planned. Forgive me for having lied to you, but I had to use you to provoke a good friend. The truth is that I didn't expect him to come accompanied, but well... Now I'll explain everything to you. But first, let me go get some ice...BellaPerrix❤️🔥 Ready to make your days better 🥰
Everything keeps spinning around.
Bella is like a barrel. And not because she doesn't know how to drink. It's been totally premeditated.
Her throat has turned into an autopista without tolls where the cubatas have been passing non-stop, one after another. She's drunk half a bar. She deserves it for her run.
Her eyes close.
She starts breathing slowly.
Her legs give out.
Strong arms save her from falling flat on the floor.
For Bella everything goes dark.
For Hugo everything lights up. It's been worth waiting all night for her, and feeling her breasts pressed against him is an unimaginable prize.
-UUUFFFFFFF- Bella almost articulates without opening her mouth- many thanks Miguel……
-You're welcome – Hugo answers- but my name is Hugo.
Bella hasn't heard anything he's said. Not even does she flinch when Hugo takes her to the sofa area and sits down beside her. Nor does she notice when her head falls onto his shoulders.
Hugo, slightly uncomfortable, looks around.
When he notices a hand falling onto his lap, he gives a stifled gasp due to the deafening music.
-What a mess you're in- Hugo tells Bella.
No response.
Hugo looks at the black ceiling and takes a deep breath, trying to forget the sensation that her hand is so close to his intimate areas.
His right hand slips into the back of Bella's neck, ready to straighten her up. The tip of his fingers contacts something soft.
-Well, well, see that you've finally managed it- a familiar voice says, startling Hugo's hand and diverting his eyes from the ceiling.
-My friend Abel, you've finally arrived- Hugo says
-Yes, and I see I missed a good one.- Abel answers
-Just look. She's had a wild time- Hugo says
-Well, it would be best to take her home- Abel says seriously. Come on, let's help. Let's do the good deed of the day.
Said and done. Hugo and Abel stumble along with Bella unconscious between them.
When they reach near the exit... Hugo remembers that Bella has left a coat and purse in the closet.
-We'll have to find the number- says Abel.
Hugo sighs.
Abel adds: We'll disregard the upper part. With such a tight sweater, even a mole would notice it. Here- says Abel pointing to her breasts with his chin- only two can fit.
Passing over Abel's allusions, Hugo releases Bella's belt and directs his right hand to one of Bella's back pockets.
The fingers slide in.
In an instant, the hand returns to the outside.
Hugo observes Bella, expecting a stern reprimand.
Nothing at all.
Abel looks at him with a dazed expression. Their eyes meet. –There's nothing here- points out Hugo.
-Damn it, with such a search I wouldn't have found even an elephant in there. Abel jokes. –Let me try, he says while his hand returns to the pocket where Hugo had searched.
He displaces the fingers with utmost care.
The tips exceed the limit of the pocket.
Both observe Bella, who remains motionless except for a slight breathing.
Abel continues lowering.
When he reaches the end, the fingers separate, trying to encompass everything.
While corroborating Hugo's version, Abel takes advantage of grabbing the right buttock that sleeps between his fingers with force.
Abel notes a fine and soft touch of young flesh directly against his fingers, indicating the existence of a tiny thong inside.
Very much against his will, the boy withdraws his hand.
-The situation promises thinks Abel to himself while his canine teeth sharpen and his mouth fills with saliva.
Ignoring Hugo's reproaches, Abel changes pockets.
He soon notices something inside. With stealth, he grabs it and pulls it out.
Before his eyes pass various papers, several bills, and an ID card. Between these two last, Abel observes perfectly the existence of a crumpled green paper identical to the one they gave him when delivering his clothes.
Joining quickly the bunch of papers, adds: Nothing here.
-Let's look ahead- says Abel.
His fingers already run along Bella's hips.
With a slight curvature, his fingers touch the front entrance.
-Damn man, these women... what pants so tight and tight. You can tell they don't have balls hanging. Almost can't put my hand... uggggfffff-
With effort, Abel manages to get in up to his knuckles.
Not much more than coins and a lighter.
With a new grip, his fingers enter a little further. The knuckles are drawn perfectly through the fabric of the pants. They move until the fingers find the limit of the underwear.
Pulling strength from the growing excitement, the fingers put the fabric of the inner lining to the test.
The tip of his fingers slips below the limit of the intimate fabric.
He moves them up and down, feeling the pubic hair under his fingertips. The heat emanating from that crotch drives him crazy.
Hugo, impatient, asks what he's doing.
Abel pulls out his hand reluctantly and announces his mistake. There was nothing.
-Look in the other pocket. I'm not getting there- says Abel.
Hugo looks at Bella, waiting for permission that won't come. Not now, nor all night.
The left pocket is penetrated again.
The hand finds the empty pocket, but, in its search, Hugo also comes across the underwear. The result is the awakening of a part of Hugo that Abel has been hard for a while.
With Hugo still with the image of some panties inside him, Abel apologizes for his previous error. The number appears among the bills.
They already have their coats and Bella's tiny purse too.
With certain difficulty, they manage to get to the car and agree that Abel will drive because he hasn't drunk anything.
Hugo sits behind, with Bella.
Abel starts: By the way, where are we going?-
Hugo recites the address by heart.
Abel, surprised, realizes that Hugo didn't He looked in the purse. Without saying anything, he heads to where Hugo told him.
Again with the girl on his back, they both stand in front of her house door.
- Now what? Abel asks. Shall we call? Her parents will be happy.
Abel now looks for something in the purse: papers, a little bag, a mirror, and keys at the bottom. When he pulls them out, a string of condoms gets caught.
The two men look at each other, with wide clouds in their minds.
- Well, it seems we have a prepared and cautious girl... or that's what she had planned for tonight.
Hugo ignores his friend's words. He can't help but get angry at the image of Bella, the love he has pursued for the last three years, wanting to be screwed by another.
Hugo opens the door before telling his colleague that Bella lives alone.
Abel is surprised again at how much Hugo knows about the drunk girl, but says nothing.
Once in the elevator, the mirror reflects a depressing image: Bella with her head fallen, her nose pointing to the floor, and her hair covering her face, held by the two men who look like wolves.
Hugo worries.
Abel smiles and rubs his groin.
Bella only breathes.
Once inside, Hugo feels he has achieved a dream. He had imagined entering that house thousands of times, but never in such a situation.
Abel runs out of the room, saying he's going to find where to leave her.
For now, Hugo sits her down on the sofa.
When he leaves her, Bella falls to one side.
With ease - it seems like the girl doesn't weigh a gram - she returns to her previous position and sits next to him.
Bella falls again, but this time only reaches his shoulder.
Hugo separates her hair from her face. That half-melting mane of fine, smooth, and very black hair reveals a brunette's face with hidden eyes under long and tightly closed eyelashes. The fine skin of her neck disappears appetizingly under the shirt.
Her eyes continue descending. Look at the sides. The T-shirt draws perfect curves. A T-shirt that seems about to burst before suddenly ending, just above the navel. The stomach, flat and apparently hard, rises and falls in rhythm.
The pants, indecently short, reach the point of not showing anything but leaving everything visible. Hugo is sure that if he lowered it by a single millimeter, Bella's slit would pop out. It's amazing that not a single rebellious hair can be seen.
With such an image in mind, it's no surprise that his right hand starts moving without the rest of his body noticing.
Noticing something soft between his fingers, Hugo jumps back.
He was so absorbed that he didn't even realize Abel had returned. And with a bottle in hand.
-What are you doing with that?-Hugo asks.
-Nothing-Abel responds innocently-just paying for the ride-and takes a swig of whisky to add- and look what I found.- Abel tosses a small, crumpled item onto Hugo's lap. -Smell it. It must be the one she was wearing before leaving. So much woman in so little fabric.
Hugo fuck the bundle and checks that they are white panties.
-You're sick-Hugo says while folding them neatly. As he does, he can observe a small stain on the crotch area of the panties.
Hugo tosses them away before his hands force him to smell them. Immediately after the panties land on the parquet floor, Hugo regrets having done so.
Abel sees them landing while taking another swig from the bottle.
Hugo gets up to find a bathroom. He's peeing.
While emptying his bladder, the silence that reigns in the entire house makes him feel uneasy.
With haste, he hides the little guy under the zipper and exits the small bathroom.
The image of Abel grabbing the girl by the chin and filling her mouth with whisky is the last thing Hugo expected to see.
Without giving time for- scold her, Abel tells him that – I'm making sure she doesn't wake up immediately. Bella's mouth is a large bathtub of yellow liquid of high graduation that slowly and with difficulty goes down her throat and falls onto her chin in equal parts.
Hugo approaches and swats away the bottle from Bella. The recipient falls to the floor without breaking and starts rolling until it disappears under the sofa.
Hugo sits down.
Abel picks up the girl on his shoulder and walks towards the hallway.
He stops.
Still with his back turned, he says: Look, man, I don't know if you're stupid or you're doing it on purpose. We're at this aunt's house, alone with her and no one can interrupt us... not even her, because, in case you haven't noticed, the ham has a coma from the bottle.
A long wait culminates in a glance at his rear end that has his face next to him and an and also, but I think you've known for a while now, this aunt is like cheese
-And?- asks Hugo.
-Are you stupid or what?- answers an angry Abel. One lady to our mercy, two guys out of it, condoms, and a house for us. What result do you get from that combination?
-You're sick- comes to answer Hugo.
-And you're numb- responds Abel while re-starting his walk. When he reaches the hallway door, he stops again: -I don't know about you, but I'm going to have a good time with this one- while giving her a slap on the butt and smiling.
Hugo lowers his head and feels like his company is being taken away by the steps at the back of the hallway.
Hugo keeps looking at the floor, thinking about what his colleague is doing, contrasting it with what comes out of his head and what comes out of his groin.
-It can't be. We can't do that to her. It's wrong- thinks while hitting his temples.
After what felt like an eternity for Hugo, he gathers enough strength to get up and decide to stop what is about to happen in this house. He's so bad at taking advantage of a defenseless How to let someone do it.
With concentrated fury between his eyes, Hugo heads down the hallway.
At the end, light comes out of a single room.
Hugo approaches and stands in front of the door, thinking about what to do.
From inside, you can clearly hear the following words: -Damn, what tits!!!!.
Hugo crosses the threshold like an exhalation.
What his eyes capture leaves him speechless.
He's only able to add: -Damn, what tits!!!!.
Abel is sitting on the edge of the bed, next to a Bella with her torso bare.
The perfect belly he had seen before means nothing in front of breasts that no sculptor could have carved, not even the best Renaissance sculptor. Their size seems perfect for any masculine hand. Their small, pink aureolas crowned by appetizing nipples are perfect for any mouth.
The erection they present, Hugo associates with the temperature change they just experienced. He doesn't want to think about Abel having already taken advantage of them. Although he knows that no man could resist something like this.
-Look what a wonder! And all for us - says Abel, pointing towards the bed.
-No way, this isn't right- complains Hugo, his mouth smaller and his package more prominent every time. The blood flowing to his brain changes direction faster and faster.
-Well, you've convinced me... but we're not going to leave them in bed with what they're wearing. Tomorrow she'll wonder who brought her and those things. We'll put on pajamas and with the hangover she has, tomorrow she won't even think about whether or not she came on her own- asserts Abel.
-If you please- responds Hugo.
-Well, let's go then, - says Abel.
-And isn't it dangerous to leave her like that?, asks Hugo.
-Dude, get a grip. Besides, I don't know anyone who has died from drunkenness.
-But yes, people have drowned in their own vomit- says Hugo.
-Well, we'll put her face down and that's it... or we can stay and If it vomits let us unclog its throat ourselves, he says while touching his groin. - Abel is always so funny.
Stop being an idiot. Let's change and get out of here I tell him as seriously as I can.
Without giving me time to blink, Abel unbuttons the fly and lowers the zipper.
A black piece of fabric appears through the newly created opening.
Hugo, unable to avoid it, approaches. His eyesight has decreased with age.
He can check that the underwear alternates between opaque black stripes and transparent ones.
Lowering himself a bit more and squinting, he observes through the transparent strips an flattened patch of hair.
Hugo separates his jersey collar from his neck. Suddenly, the room's temperature has increased greatly.
Abel starts pulling down on his pants. He struggles with them, pulling them down again and again.
-God damn it, it seems like they're stuck together. How did she get them in there? Help me- Abel asks Hugo.
Hugo sits down on the other side.
The two of them pull together, Abel from above and Hugo from the legs.
Slowly but surely, the pants give way to the persistence of the good Samaritans. Let it be clear that they're only doing this because she's more comfortable...
The job could have ended earlier if it weren't for the fact that they've been enjoying themselves without much strength. A tug and the breasts tremble going up and down. They love it, although neither of them says a word about it.
Finally, after countless tugs and trembling breasts, the pants fall to the floor and Bella is almost naked in front of the two hungry wolves.
Both of them stand up and look at the postcard from a better perspective.
The black-transparent triangle that covers her sex turns into three strips as she loses its mission of covering. Two strips encircle her waist, disappearing under her inert body while the third goes down out of sight but arrives in the field of dreams of both males. Both imagine it. clavada, wet, delicious…
Shaking that image from his head, Hugo turns and heads to the closet.
After searching for a long time, he finds what he was looking for: a pajama.
He turns around.
His eyes open as wide as his mouth.
The pajama falls out of his hands.
A lump rising and falling in the center of the girl's body is stuck in the center of her head. Abel has reclined on the bed and inserted one hand under the thong.
-What are you doing, Abel?
Abel looks at him without stopping moving his hand. – You see, buddy. This chick is soaked
Hugo doesn't even blink. He sees those fingers going in and out of Bella again and again.
Abel displaces Bella by moving his hand upwards. Small and dense droplets fill his fingers.
-Look, man. I've heard that if you rub your bald spot with this vaginal elixir, you'll grow hair in two days Abel says, trying to reach Hugo's shiny bald head.
-Leave me alone Hugo replies, giving him a slap on the impregnated extremity.
Abel protests inwardly, turns around and sits back down next to the fécutie.
-No, wait... – says Hugo meditating his next words ...turn her over.
Abel looks at him and smiles: - That's what I like about you, Hugo, with your own ideas, yes sir...
Bella's body is turned over. In an instant, she lies on her stomach.
Abel separates from her and joins Hugo.
-What a great butt- the two of them say, dazed.
The smooth and clean female back is topped by a turgid, rounded and swollen buttocks, with both cheeks exposed and separated by a thong strap that is disappearing as it enters the inhospitable depths.
-Uuyyy. Too close- says Hugo.
-What? asks Abel while following Hugo to the bed.
-This- he answers, grabbing his feet.
The two hands separate.
With them, the feet.
With them, the legs.
And with all of that, two cocks shoot into the room.
The strap of... thong, in the recently discovered zone, disappears swallowed by two bright and bald mountains. The two major lips of Bella exercise as a magnet for drooling men (excuse the redundancy) eager to become the strap of that thong.
Silence is broken by Abel with a surprising proposal: -Come on, Hugo, touch it. Don't you hear how it's calling you? Don't you see how it's looking at you? Touch it and I swear we'll do what you want afterwards.
Hugo slightly leans to accommodate his recently swollen inguinal area.
He approaches the inert girl again.
He sits to her left.
The hand begins a journey along her back. The contact with the fine skin of the girl makes him stiff all the way up to his nose hairs. With care, it continues down, along the spine, until reaching the rear strap of her underwear.
They get under and continue.
Heat increases at the tip of his fingers.
So does sweat.
As he's entering that inhospitable valley of heat, his fingers join, turning his hand into a hard and tense shovel that digs into the girl's body.
When passing over a small lump with an asperous texture, his index finger separates from the rest and begins a courtesy visit that ends when the rest of his companions start to notice a growing and concentrated humidity.
Like an exhalation, his index finger crosses the perineum towards the women's oven.
If his fingers were an ice cream, they would have melted ages ago.
When reaching the gates of heaven, Hugo checks the perfection of the shave. He had never touched anything like it. All the women he'd been with had trimmed their pubic area and/or vulva, but a slit this clean never...
At that moment, certainty invades him that there's nothing in the world comparable to licking something like that.
But seeing that they might ruin the party, his finger advances ahead of his tongue and enters Bella's body to check how much reason Abel had.
Hugo is surprised by so much humidity for a girl without sense. It's surprisingly wet. The finger disappears completely.
The knuckle hits the smaller lips. The tip of the finger contacts indescribable forms and textures. Hugo loses it. He pulls out his finger and grabs Bella from her waist.
He pulls with force towards him.
Bella ends up with her face against the sheet and her buttocks raised in pomp, with Hugo's face between them.
The man's nose is pressed into the woman's anus while his tongue runs along the vertical cleft. A cleft that, like a simple flower, opens with each lick.
Hugo, with one hand, separates one of the lips, behind which an infinite wet and dark path begins without a visible end but with a perfectly palpable beginning and a pile of pink folds.
The tongue starts on the abrupt rose-colored terrain. The acidity of the surface is quickly forgotten as it starts to search for the end of the tunnel with determination and desperation.
The salty and aphrodisiac flavor fills Hugo's head.
A movement in his body that he's eating makes him stop.
So, with his tongue stuck in the pussy, he starts looking for excuses while raising his gaze.
In front of him, Bella's head, almost perpendicular to the bed, is looking straight ahead. Behind her, Abel's bare knees. Between Bella's hair, Abel's hands.
Without seeing it, both Hugo and you know what's happening between the other two.
Especially when the hair starts moving from front to back. There's no doubt.
Even less so when Abel starts moaning.
Even less so when Hugo hears Abel reciting the praises of that foxy mouth (textual words).
They keep going for a while until Abel asks for a change in position because he doesn't want to break her neck - As you can see, all delicacy...
The interruption of the action only incites them more.
Hugo grabs Bella's feet and pulls them until her ankles are hanging over the edge of the bed.
This way, on his knees, praying before his goddess, he can... give themselves better and more comfortably to their oral needs.
With care Hugo explores the girl's slit above and below, stopping for eternity at the clitoris, separating the upper lips and reaching the outer walls of the vagina.
Hugo furrows his brow at the acidity he feels on the tip of his tongue.
A few more passes and it's all sweetness, no trace of acid, the world concentrates in that cave. An echo comes out of her screaming: 'enter, enter...'.
Half hypnotized, Hugo raises his gaze and discovers Abel's asshole moving back and forth precariously close to his face.
Abel, seeing how his companion was satisfying his thirst and hunger by drinking and eating Bella, has decided to keep feeding her. Sitting on her tits and grasping her face, he continues to penetrate her mouth.
His cock enters and exits with total freedom. Mysteriously, the girl's lips offer just the right resistance to slow down the skin of his cock, which wrinkles patiently outside the lips while the cap visits the interiorities of Bella's mouth without rest.
Without thinking about how some lips in a fainted body exercise that just right resistance, Abel tightens up a bit more, causing the wrinkles on the skin of his cock, always envious of the cap, to join it in the party inside. Abel can't wait for this party to turn into a foam party.
Abel moves his asshole over the tits beneath him as if he were riding a mechanical bull and each time with increasing speed, both due to the increase in his excitement and the lubricity provided by the sweat accumulating between them.
Abel had started to fuck that mouth cautiously. He couldn't help but think what would happen if the girl woke up and closed her mouth without warning. But that was at the beginning. Now he doesn't even think about it. He just wants to enter that mouth, feel the lips making noise against his trunk. The lack of... mobility in Bella compensates with the sensation she feels under her butt. Two button-like things that excite her completely by rubbing against her buttocks.
Behind, Hugo extends his journey, arriving to lick her anus. It's hard for him to know which hole is more savory. Each one offers a texture and flavor impossible to compare.
Abel quickly swallows saliva, emitting a loud Iiiiissshhhh. His cock springs out of his lips and shakes her, giving her gentle taps with his shaft on the now-closed lips in front of him. He also passes it over her cheeks, around her eyelids, forehead, and nose with his red glans, feeling the fine skin of the girl and reducing the level of semen that has started to press strongly towards the outside. He raises a bit and passes his testicles over her nose, giving gentle taps on her forehead with the tip.
Abel laughs happily. This serves to relax him.
Overcome by the critical moment, Abel goes back to grab Bella's face, feeling confident in himself and able to control himself.
Pressing her cheeks, he puts his mouth back into O shape.
He presses again.
Back between those lips that seem less unconscious. Feeling a slight slackness in his cock, Abel presses hard while squeezing her cheeks, increasing the contact with his cock.
A tremor in his testicles surprises him. His fingers close even more around her cheeks. He looks ahead and sees Hugo embedded under Bella's hair.
The semen covers the distance between his testicles and the tip in a split second.
Not much time to withdraw.
The first explosion ends on the tongue sleeping inside her mouth.
Fearful of waking up the girl, but rather feeling bad for coming in her mouth, Abel withdraws.
The rest of Abel's testicular interior ends up on the face in front of him.
The violent cannonballs of semen impact fully on Bella's skin. Not even that moves her.
Hugo is drawn by his companion's sudden grunts and the Intense tremor, lifts his head. The surroundings of his face are completely soaked.
Abel continues with Bella's face between his hands, letting the dripping semen fall onto the bed. His entire face has turned into a source of semen, the mouth accumulating it on his lips, a large white stalactite in his nose that ends on the sheet, his eyelashes sealed by a semen plug and his hair tied together by Abel's natural gum.
Hugo tilts his head, confirming his suspicions. He watches in awe as Abel cleans Bella's face with her thong. With so little fabric, he soon runs out. He finishes cleaning the rest with the sheet, sending it towards the pillow made into a ball.
Abel gets up a bit. Quickly turns around and sits on Bella's bright but clean jet.- God, what a wild ride. It's been incredible. Now it's my turn to eat something else
With a slight adjustment of his hips, he lodges his anus over her nose. Abel can't help but let out a growl. After the buzzing, he grabs the girl's hand and, with it, wraps himself around his own cock, still with white remnants on it.
He starts going up and down, making Bella dedicate a post-orgasmic self-masturbation to him.
Slowly lifts and lowers the skin of his sensitized member.
Hugo watches the action with wide eyes.
Every time Bella's hand goes down, before him opens Abel's cock cap.
Too close for his taste. Clearly sees the cock with the cock and its folds smeared with white.
It's an image too masculine for him.
Conscious of this, and not because he's tired of licking - he wouldn't stop-, Hugo gets up.
-This isn't right. We can't do it- thinks Hugo.
He starts to separate from the couple but doesn't stop looking.
-Stop, stop!!!- yells at an Abel who is already shaking his ass like a wild Amazonian woman.
Abel stops but doesn't get up.
His cock is back on top of Bella's tits.
Hugo watches: - You're going to drown idiots. Get up, we're leaving now from here
Abel gets up.
He grabs his pants.
Less bad, thinks Hugo if this continues, we'll end up in jail. Poor Bella. What have we done?
Abel takes out a bright plastic square with a rounded mark in the center from his back pocket and a diary from it.
-What are you doing, Abel?
-Look, man. Don't get upset, it's not about you. I don't care if you just sucked it up, 'good conscience and good Samaritan' but who knows who she's screwed this time? You see that she's an easy girl, no complaint to be screwed by two almost unknown guys.
Hugo barely manages to repress a smile.
Abel spreads his shaved legs and grabs himself, stretching over Bella's body.
Hugo turns around, giving the back to what he doesn't want to see. A small desk against the wall looks as strange as an elephant in a nursery. The photos attached to the wall and the colored pencils inside some clay pots give it a childish look that doesn't fit at all in the room, and even less with what's happening on the bed. On the wood, a small closed book.
Hugo approaches.
-My Diary- reads the cover.
He can't help himself. He sits down in the chair and opens the book halfway.
Carefully turning pages while listening to his friend's and Bella's grunts from the bed.
Plugging his ears, he focuses on the diary. It is indeed Bella's diary.
Written with neat and precious handwriting, it describes her experiences chronologically.
The past passes quickly until it reaches today:
Finally, the exams are over. Yesterday I couldn't wait for this day to come... And now I can't wait for tonight to come.
This night is the night.
I have decided to lose the only virginity left: the one from behind. Despite having been tried to be put a finger in sometimes, tonight I want something more to happen. I'm determined. I think I am more nervous than when I wrote in this same diary the day I wanted to lose my official virginity.
Hugo keeps reading and recording in his memory the need to read, later, what Bella wrote about that day. It's sure worth reading it. The diary continues:
I'm going to get drunk tonight. - Hugo turns around. He sees her stretched out with her arms crossed and Abel pumping between her legs. - You can't imagine how right you were he thinks while returning to immerse himself in the delicious writing of the drunk woman.
I need it to overcome the fear that has contracted me every time I've tried before. Besides, I need liters of alcohol to get close to Miguel. When I talk to him, my hands sweat, my armpits are soaked, and also a little lower down.
An abnormal distance projects onto the image of a thoughtful Bella after writing such words.
And why Miguel? I ask myself that too. He doesn't attract me physically, but he has that wild and rebellious point that always appealed to me. Besides, if I'm going to lose my virginity, let it be worth something. The package indicates that there's something considerable hanging around. Jorge, Manuel, and Pedro could be an option, but never the first one. Jose or Antonio also have their pun, plus what Isa told me, Antonio is another great option, but I don't see them with me. I don't know... Discarded are... - Hugo stops reading with his face red with anger. He's not even among the possibilities. He, who has always been good to Bella, he, who always left her notes when she didn't come to class, he, who loved her so much, he, who made her laugh so much...
Discarded are Jaime, too ugly, Joel, too loved by Carla, Toni, too stupid, and that guy I can never remember what his name is, the bald one, the annoying one who always makes jokes and stupid things that don't make a baby laugh... And besides, it looks like she has a small one... although I should probably consider it. If this is my first time there, he won't hurt me... not even for real, before I'd rather have my clitoris twisted with pliers....
Hugo can't read anymore. Blood accumulates on his face from pure fury. His eyes get misty with tears. He slams the book shut and punches the table. He gets up, snorting like a bull, and approaches the bed with big strides.
He pushes Abel away from Bella.
Abel falls to the floor, looking up at the ceiling with his cock still in its sheath. What are you doing, momma? – he says as he recovers from the shock.- If you don't want to screw her, that's your problem, but leave me alone.
Without looking at him, Hugo takes off his pants with fury.
Behind them, his underwear is visible.
-Oh, slut! Abel yells. You have a small cock! No wonder she gave you trouble. You're going to kill her, you bastard.
Hugo doesn't bat an eye. He knows exactly how big his member is, although it took him until the first time he screwed to be fully aware: his aunt's pussy was sore for two days.
His 23cm of hardened flesh exchanges glances with Abel's noticeably smaller one.
-Get away, get away – Abel says– May the devil carry her.
For a millionth of a second, reason flashes through his head. He knows it could hurt him. Pushing that thought aside, Hugo feels that no pain will ever surpass the pain in his heart after reading the words from the diary.
Hugo turns to Bella, making her roll over onto herself. Grabbing her hips, he puts her just above the edge of the bed. Her knees rest on the floor.
He gets down on his knees.
Grabbing his cock with hardness, he focuses it on Bella with a single image filling his brain: that small and wrinkled black hole at the bottom of the asshole in front of him, well-lubricated.
The tip is already touching the reduced point of entry.
She lowers a little and moistens it along the crack.
Already dripping, he inserts it further up.
Screaming you're going to see how far I'll penetrate you your anal virginity slut Hugo presses with all his rage, biting his lower lip.
The enormous cock doesn't find a place to profane.
It surrounds the tip strongly with its fingers.
Pressing in and out of himself.
When little is left at the lip before it starts bleeding, something gives between the buttocks and Hugo loses sight of his enormous head.
AAAaaaaaaaaahhhh.
The scream leaves them petrified.
Both look at each other.
Both look at Bella.
Bella continues quiet, despite the scream still resonating between the walls.
After overcoming the initial shock, Hugo realizes how little it matters to him if Aunt is awake or not. Better she wakes up and sees her being analized. He doesn't see the moment when she starts vomiting from disgust at his presence.
With force he grabs her hair and pushes her face against the bed, tilting her a bit so she can just breathe while recovering the rhythm of the terrible sodomy.
Abel, who misses nothing, thinks that it still seems more monstrous the cock of his friend between such small buttocks. If he looks only at the cock and the ass, it seems they're analizing an elf.
Entering them without compassion, the little hole is dilating with each penetration.
The anal constrictions drive Hugo crazy, even more so. His cock had never been so tight. He had tried many times but always had to give in to the girl's pleas. This one can't complain and if she does, he'll bring her anyway, without care.
The buttocks tremble with waves that arise every time Hugo crashes against them.
The head on the bed goes up and down like a dog's that puts itself in the rear glass of cars.
Abel, already with his cock out, wanks and massages his balls as if he were watching a porn movie. Fixedly Look at the cock losing itself in the darkest hole of Bella.
Hugo looks at it too.
Neither of them has the opportunity to see Bella's hands grasping the sheet with force and her back marking each of her muscles as they try to counteract the pain coming from below.
By force, the cock almost enters entirely and the testicles already knock against the pussy that smiles and drools beneath them.
Hugo lifts his buttocks with force, facilitating the view of the poor little anus.
The reddened skin surrounding it tenses up.
The cock slows down in its thrusts and recreates itself in a slow in-and-out motion.
Screaming, Hugo suddenly penetrates with all his might, giving him his legs and the fury that consumes him.
Tensing all his muscles, he enters Bella with all his extension, wanting to go deeper and deeper. He wants to come inside her deepest part.
His cock hardens even more.
He knows exactly what's coming now.
Hugo looks at the ceiling, stretching his neck as if trying to separate his head from his body.
He closes his eyes.
His anus contracts again and again, forcing his testicles to release everything they hold inside.
Without retreating a single millimeter, Hugo empties himself while filling Bella's intestines.
Her hands continue to lift her buttocks.
Feeling the last burst leaving his cock, Hugo collapses onto Bella's drunken back.
Completely overwhelmed by sensations, he kisses her back, licks each of her bones, savoring and filling himself with her sweat.
The fury he felt has been dissipating as his testicles emptied.
Now Hugo wants to make the most of every second she offers him. He knows that from now on, he won't be able to look at Bella's face again. Bella is finished for him. Since he accepted what Abel proposed, everything has changed.
Abel has put on his pants.
Hugo has drooled all over Bella's back.
Finally, he withdraws his member with a loud 'PPLLOBBB'. accompanied by a heap of white substance that drips down Bella's thighs, staining the white sheet now. As Hugo dresses, regret and guilt overwhelm him completely. With a plump Abel and a defeated Hugo, the two leave through the door, leaving Bella as she was, lying face down with her ass hole as big as a subway tunnel. The outside door slams shut with a loud noise. A couple of minutes pass. Bella slowly raises her head. She looks sideways back at it. The door is closed. The silence fills the house completely. Carefully, she crawls onto the bed. Her ass pulls her down with painful tenacity. Her head sinks into the soft pillow. Deep darkness fills her head. Bella smiles... ... A couple of hours later, upon waking, Bella quickly heads to her desk. She fucks the pen and starts writing. Dear diary. Everything has turned out as planned. Forgive me for having lied to you, but I had to use you to provoke a good friend. The truth is that I didn't expect him to come accompanied, but well... Now I'll explain everything to you. But first, let me go get some ice...BellaPerrix❤️🔥 Ready to make your days better 🥰
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