My Fantasies IV: A Taste in the Mouth

In some other posts I had read that posting on Poringa would change you quite a bit... Yes, of course, those things they say. 'Post on Poringa and your life will change'; 'Relate your fantasies and stop suffering'; 'Poringa delivers, masturbation dignifies'. In short, empty slogans. But as the posts went by I started receiving more and more comments and Private Messages. That people got turned on with me this way started changing me seriously...I can't get some things out of my head that people write to me, I try to respond and sometimes it takes an eternity because I can't contain myself and end up touching myself several times a day. I read things that drive me crazy!And to be honest, there's one in particular, with some confessions that led me to places I honestly didn't imagine in myself.
So, on Tuesday (yesterday) my husband had gone to play soccer with friends. I had turned off the computer and was calm in my room when I heard my neighbor from the building next door screaming and moaning like a madwoman, something that's quite common but doesn't stop heating things up, obviously. (By how she screams and moans, we nicknamed her GIMEna. Sorry for the digression). With some of the phrases I'd read in my head, I decided to take off my clothes and put on one of my husband's boxers that was half-elasticized. I don't know why. It tempted me to do that and I did it.
I put my hand in the boxer and started playing with the hairs on my pubis. I was having fun watching my hair stay in the boxer, my husband putting them on and being dirty with my hairs, something he might notice perhaps at work or another place outside home when he went to the bathroom. From my pubis I lowered myself a bit and went straight to my clitoris. I thought, for example, of a small vibratorwhat they recommended to me in these days and inHow would you feel on my Ass?. I keep the toys in a box that you have to open, which would take too long to get them out and put them into action. Besides, I wanted to feel my own fingers. The flow was already impregnating my fingers and I thought about the little tongue they had offered me to lick my Booty. I, the writing where is, hot with the answers.

GIMEna had already finished her thing and I was like crazy, spread out on the bed, caressing my small tits, rubbing my clitoris at a thousand kilometers per hour to then turn over myself and rub it against the bed while opening my ass with my wet hand. Between my sweat and the flow, the boxer was absolutely stuck to my body. And suddenly the door opened and he appeared: my husband. He stood mute, paralyzed in front of that image. He only said: my boxer. And I only said: I'm really hot.

I told him to come with me; he warned me that I was sweaty, that he had come straight from the game. Better I said, I'll wash you. I grabbed his hand and took him to the bathroom. We sat on the edge of the bathtub, turned on the faucet but couldn't hold back and lowered his short. He was hard.That guy was yelling at me to suck her.I went down and felt all his sweat to the bottom of my mouth. Behind him, the faucet reminded me of a boy who wrote to tell me how he would squat to enjoy the faucet in his Booty. It tempted me to propose it, but it wasn't the time. He bent down a bit and stretched out his hand to my pussy. He put it inside my boxer and said: 'you're soaked'. I laughed andI took her hand to his mouth so that he could taste again the flavor of my pussyIt really turns me on when they touch me and every now and then take their hand to the mouth to swallow it. How nice it would be to cum like some cuties do in pornos, don't you think? Can anyone do that? I'm dying to know. Then I remembered one of my pending accounts. I told them that II would swallow all his semen if he swallowed what I'd give him.I couldn't resist. I sucked him with so much enthusiasm, caressed his balls so much and even rubbed my face against his cock until he filled my mouth. I showed him how I swallowed it with an exaggerated gesture so he wouldn't have any doubts. What a innocent! I approached to give him a kiss and when he opened his mouth, I pressed mine against his and let all the semen fall. He wasn't expecting it, so he moved aside and not all of it stayed in his mouth: some in mine, some in his, and some in the air, like hanging bridges made of semen threads. We'd done it before, so I knew it wouldn't bother him. My pussy was about to explode but something was still missing...

I told him to change positions. Me on top, him below. I opened my legs, pulled down my boxer briefs and he took out his tongue to lick me. I said: 'wait, not yet'. Then he knew what was coming because he lay down on the floor and let me ride him. At first it was a bit hard for me, but after a few seconds the first drops of urine fell onto his chest, then onto his mouth and part onto his cock, which I went back to sucking. I felt the taste of my own piss until he came again. His hand and everything we'd done made me come too, with my boxer briefs still on and a scream that must have scared GIMEna and the whole neighborhood.

I can say it: writing these stories has changed me so much. If I generally liked sex and was quite frequent in masturbating, since I started writing these stories, I've become an addict.

Ah, I confess that while writing this, I couldn't resist my fingers under my skirt... but this time, dear friends of P!, I tricked you: I had a beautiful masturbation thinking about my man, lying on the floor and waiting to receive my warm and silky urine on his chest, mouth, and of course, his beautiful cock.

PD: It's unnecessary to say how much I want comments, isn't it?