I left the kiosk in a rage. Angry, sad, but above all, wrapped up in a feeling that I had not yet identified, but would soon learn what it was about.
I had gone to visit my kiosquero, it was mine, because during many evenings, I would hide behind his counter and he'd suck me until, generous, he'd give me my ration of cum in the mouth, and the day I went, decided to let him have his way, to make me his, to give him my virginity, crazy with a spasm, he broke my ass, leaving my hymen intact.
What was it that had me like this, a lioness in a cage, at home, walking seriously? It wasn't just a fever that was bursting out of my body, that had all my hormones on alert, and that the usual wanks couldn't calm down.
But only two days passed after the event, where everything was taking its normal course.
The fight was already disappearing, and the pain, barely a bad memory.
I was alone in the family apartment, and I opened the fridge to see if there was a yogurt or something to entertain me before lunch, and boy did I find something to entertain me.
In the vegetable crisper, there was a cucumber. Although it was green, it had a size very similar to that of the cock of my vendor. So I didn't think too much about it. I washed it well, and went to my room.
I put on my earphones. I was listening to 'The Dark Side of the Moon'. I let myself be carried away by the first caresses. While one hand rubbed my breasts, with the other I stroked my belly. Until here, another masturbation, one of those I indulged in two or three times during siesta. But there was my cucumber, and I rested it on my clitoris, and that triggered everything.
It was like when Carlos supported it. With the right thickness, a gland but no longer of flesh, rather of vegetable, rubbing my clitoris, and the small explosions returned in my neck, in my belly, and in my throat, which made me groan strongly, without me being able to repress it.
But not only did a whimper come from my throat. Also came a wave of juices that lubricated all my virgin vagina, and which led to me no longer rubbing just the clitoris with the entire thickness of the cucumber, but instead instinctively seeking to penetrate it with it.
The heat was so great that it no longer mattered whether I had hymen or not, nor pain or anything. Almost without realizing it, I had half a cucumber inside me, going in and out, moving it desperately because with each movement, I felt more and more pleasure, and the body is wise, it asked for more and more.
Until the best one came, the most tasty, the unforgettable orgasm that crossed my body. It wasn't like when I rubbed myself. It was different, devastating. It started on my back and concentrated in my belly, and like a torrent, it went down and unwound in my pelvis.
To be clear: it wasn't an orgasm. I finished. With desire, with fury, for the first time. Saying I fainted is an exaggeration. In reality, I fell asleep.
Woke up when I heard the front door, and realized two things: that my mother had returned home, and that I still had half a cucumber stuck between my legs.
I smiled at myself in that way some people know me. Satisfied.
I had gone to visit my kiosquero, it was mine, because during many evenings, I would hide behind his counter and he'd suck me until, generous, he'd give me my ration of cum in the mouth, and the day I went, decided to let him have his way, to make me his, to give him my virginity, crazy with a spasm, he broke my ass, leaving my hymen intact.
What was it that had me like this, a lioness in a cage, at home, walking seriously? It wasn't just a fever that was bursting out of my body, that had all my hormones on alert, and that the usual wanks couldn't calm down.
But only two days passed after the event, where everything was taking its normal course.
The fight was already disappearing, and the pain, barely a bad memory.
I was alone in the family apartment, and I opened the fridge to see if there was a yogurt or something to entertain me before lunch, and boy did I find something to entertain me.
In the vegetable crisper, there was a cucumber. Although it was green, it had a size very similar to that of the cock of my vendor. So I didn't think too much about it. I washed it well, and went to my room.
I put on my earphones. I was listening to 'The Dark Side of the Moon'. I let myself be carried away by the first caresses. While one hand rubbed my breasts, with the other I stroked my belly. Until here, another masturbation, one of those I indulged in two or three times during siesta. But there was my cucumber, and I rested it on my clitoris, and that triggered everything.
It was like when Carlos supported it. With the right thickness, a gland but no longer of flesh, rather of vegetable, rubbing my clitoris, and the small explosions returned in my neck, in my belly, and in my throat, which made me groan strongly, without me being able to repress it.
But not only did a whimper come from my throat. Also came a wave of juices that lubricated all my virgin vagina, and which led to me no longer rubbing just the clitoris with the entire thickness of the cucumber, but instead instinctively seeking to penetrate it with it.
The heat was so great that it no longer mattered whether I had hymen or not, nor pain or anything. Almost without realizing it, I had half a cucumber inside me, going in and out, moving it desperately because with each movement, I felt more and more pleasure, and the body is wise, it asked for more and more.
Until the best one came, the most tasty, the unforgettable orgasm that crossed my body. It wasn't like when I rubbed myself. It was different, devastating. It started on my back and concentrated in my belly, and like a torrent, it went down and unwound in my pelvis.
To be clear: it wasn't an orgasm. I finished. With desire, with fury, for the first time. Saying I fainted is an exaggeration. In reality, I fell asleep.
Woke up when I heard the front door, and realized two things: that my mother had returned home, and that I still had half a cucumber stuck between my legs.
I smiled at myself in that way some people know me. Satisfied.
25 comentários - I took revenge on the vendor
" de repente ella tomó el miembro con su mano y con cierta destreza corrió el prepucio hacia atras, dejando su glande desnudo expuesto en su plenitud y muy juguetona con su lengua se introduce ese cíclope muy lentamente en su lujuriosa boca y con movimientos ritmicos se pone a ritmo de su partenere, mientras su mano recorre su pecho y siente como ese miembro se pone cada vez más erecto, a le vez que una de sus manos juega con sus testículos y observa la cara de placer inte
ahora... una señora exploradora...
Hermosa vos, obvio!
https://elcalce.com/jarana/razones-las-debes-sustituir-dildo-pepino/
Va consejito y +10
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Pero no es negra:
https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clare_Torry
Te deje un MP.
Besote!
AF97