Closing the Ring

Monica and I saw very often, we used to go around the city as two nocturnal back around the two. together wandering the kittens leisure hippest we attracted the attention of all the guys. It was funny because we always were getting stir passions and, knowing my aversion to sex with dudes disco and, realizing that my friend had a boyfriend for over three years in fact we never went hunting, but joke. The Monica was kind of related prison orthodoxy derived from married life as continually made me share in his sexual frustration. I did not know to explain it very well. Maybe It was routine, or maybe the guy did not give her what she needed I ignore I tried not to get into issues outside and bypassed the reproaches that alcohol drove him to confess virtually every appointment <.../p>

My scarce and sporadic relations with the guys, but occasionally were as intense, not explain them to Mó nica used basically for lack of narrative significance or interest. Or not make you feel a kind of envy, on the other hand, would be unfounded. She already knew of my recent break with Santi, but was not aware of the reason. I never spoke of that Moor named Akim. Smelly ogre that made me so horny that I was vergü embarrassment anyone confess my recent experiences with him. In part I felt bad about it. I had the feeling of hiding things while she always confessed everything. But then, fuck with that guy he had almost reinvented the Kamasutra porn and above, had failed to satisfy the animal appetite, inevitably, I was still transmitting. The day I met him, thanks to Santi, the dark and I pajeé, it is sucked, fucked me alive and I made a mess for enmarcarme seminal face (read my experience “Suddenly, a stranger”). And the second time that we quote, this time on my initiative, the guy I was with a friend and I got all my holy lustful holes Anatomy (read my experience “Irony duplicate”). In short, it was not something I prided myself and maybe that’s why I preferred to keep apart Monica. The problem is that, even today, think that pig gets very hot me.

And then, one evening, at home, turning my desires, I thought the most cool game that had never planned for anyone. Given the many complaints with which I pierced Monica constantly about his marital asexuality, I had an evil that was sure they would appreciate me all his life: he would present to Akim and we gladly fuck them both as they had never dreamed of any of they. Just think in this crazy plan I put a thousand. Monica was not aware of the existence of Akim, or anatomical ability, not his appearance or odor of their bronze or the extensive flow of ecstasy. Ignorance was perfect. Now I was cheering for never having said anything. He would give his life powder using to be more pork, sexist and disgusting I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying my lips, those above and those below. Yes, a dichotomy, I admit.

The plan was, a boat soon, two drawbacks. On one hand I hurt ego: what excuse would contact without making clear that piggy my desire for his presence inside me and therefore, again showing a submission without reservation. Not that put me to stop the concept itself, but this time the protagonist had to be Monica, although he did not know to see it get to me. And this led me to the second mystery: what a surprise could find in that apartment the day of the appointment. For everyone knows that Akim always offered some sinful bewilderment, not morbid was less slippery. They were two mysteries to be solved quickly. I was warming helmets several days. And several nights. Mulling over all this was that walked across the wet, excited, burning, frantic day …

I do not know if I really chose the best excuse to call Akim. I think the fever of my viscera and the urge to stifle at the expense of my friend betrayed me too evident. The truth is that I decided to call on the pretext that “wanted to get panties Tone stole” was almost a month. I made use of that alibi because he used to quote us the last time. And this third time my panties could be the perfect irony to mark my territory and impose my irrevocable decision to rescue what was mine. What jilipollez. But it worked:

“I’m not your Eve panties” assured me on the phone. “It was the tone and almost certainly will use them daily to jacking, ha ha ha”.

“Well, you can go the calling you back. These panties are La Perla, and they cost more than 200 € “. It was true what he told you.

“Well, I do not know, aunt, talk to him. Come by here next Friday at seven, and I will “.

“Thank you, until Friday”.

Yes!The first step was solved. I have no fucking idea what seemed to that call, but I did not care a shit what Akim thought of her. No doubt he felt very strongly that I called him to impale me as he had done several times before. Using a somewhat surreal subterfuge agree. But that hardly mattered now. And if I must be frank, indeed those panties La Perla cost me a paste so if the recovered over perfect night and closed circle. All this was suffocating at times and I could feel my genitals as taking that first step was my sexual sinister plan for Monica became wet. Getting back in Moorish presence of this drove me crazy with lust, and this time was a wildness I would share with her. Uff!Just then I caught my Rocco latex, I went to the bathroom and, jumping into the bathtub while urinating nervously bent and open, I introduced him to the bottom of my pussy in what became “the best straw of the week”. I called Monica when I had vented me: “Do not stay with anyone for Friday” I told him promising to explain more

. The same Friday morning, taking advantage of Monica’s boyfriend was working, we were at home. Monica is a woman of my age, a friend from school. Lifetime, go. More physically attractive than me, better curves and pretty face. At least in my opinion. One does not share my appreciation to all our immediate surroundings, but now I’m writing. In my opinion she made the mistake of lie boyfriend at a very young age, committing to the traditional way for 20 years and, therefore, ruling that sexual freedom that we all need before deciding who will be the right partner to live . Theirs was love, he says. And now you can not use more than your fingers because if, over, pinched by her boyfriend with a dildo at home, he would consider a “rubber infidelity.” It’s crazy.

It being now at home, with peace and seclusion that implies, I started to tell her about Akim. I told him carefully and as explicitly as I could all the details and my experience related to it.

“And you say that three months ago?” He asked me amazed face.

“3 months ago Santi introduced me, yes,”

“? And so far I had not said anything, aunt,” he said perplexed.

I explained the reasons that prevented me make him share in the sexual adventure and tried to understand me.

“Okay, but what has all this to do with me now?”

“This evening you and I’ll see Akim, I will present and pour the powder fucking your fucking life, baby,” I said forcefully.

“But …” he stammered absorbed.

“Hey Moni, you need to have a good fuck, fuck. And with this guy you fliparás. It is not “Chorch Cluni” agree, but it is a fuck machine, discreet, direct whore, without taboos or bad feelings “.

“I do not know if that’s a good idea, Eva …”

Monica was looking forward to something for a long time. And I knew it. A safe and uncompromising sexual roll was a gift that I doubt so easily rejected.

“Listen one thing, baby,” I challenged. . “Put on a second walk, please”

He got up and walked puzzled by his side. Quickly and I could react I put my hand under her skirt and, suddenly, also under her panties, just until clandestinely, with one finger up her vagina.

“What are you doing, aunt!” Demanded as he turned his body away from my hand between her legs.

“Just checking if you were wet after have told my plan for this afternoon,” I explained with a very straight face, despite being inside breaking my ass.

“You will be slut! ha ha ha … “it took me so serious joke.

“Yes, I’m what you want, but look at my finger, baby”.

Monica had dipped significantly. Never before he had played well. In fact, our mutual sexual jokes were never beyond the typical nonsense, but had also spoken several times of not rule one day a sexual experience seriously. Certainly, we liked each other beyond a simple friendship. And the curiosity to eat her pussy was still wet on my list of “to do”. Monica was really a wonderful nymph. And better person.

“Of course I’m wet, aunt. You’ve been counting on your love handles details with the Moor and do you think I am stone? Fuck you “.

“Well, today at 7 am left with him, and you’ll be surprised”.

“God, I hope you know what you do, Eva,” he said wickedly concerned.

“I see (and smell) that you wearing super sexy. Moni, do you want me to eat all chona “I replied with my still very straight face

“Get pires, so slut”.

We exploit both paths simultaneously in laughter. It was a fun conversation that, following the unrest, let us focus on what we are coming up within 7 hours. There was still a detail that had not told Monica that relating to the second point of the questions: “what a surprise could find in that apartment the day of the appointment.” For sure I would have. And that warmed me more than anything. I did not know, and in part worried me is how she would react.

I went to her closet and chose a rural monochrome gray dress with floral print one-piece, very sexy and young, who came to his knees and put up on their shoulders with two thick strips buttoned in front. I selected one their black stockings transparent drawers ending in the upper thigh and put up with a rubber pressure. I chose a pair of black patent leather shoes without heels, also very lush and, as a climax dug a well provocative panties that I was unable to find. Hell, there were only white cotton panties like the ones I had when I was 15, my God.

“Baby, Do not have suggestive underwear, silk and lace … of slut, going”.

“Ha ha ha … what goes. Total, for what would serve me … I’d rather go comfortable truth “.

“But you can go to feel comfortable and sexy at the same time, honey,” I snapped up my skirt and teaching mine.

“You have pasta for such frivolity, Eva. I’m unemployed for more than two years ago “.

“What nonsense!” I let go while still rummaging through your drawers.

It struck me take mine, I took them out to make sure they were presentable and the di.

“Here, use these. They are clean this morning. And shalt deliver me. And I hope you are very dirty when you do, ha ha ha “.

He took off and started wearing mine. I chose a white cotton, of those who were in his drawer. Indeed, they were comfortable but seemed grandmother more than a child. He dressed in the group had selected him and went to my house. It was beautiful. I had fucked me there. But at this time it was not exactly what my friend needed. We ate, watched a movie, I managed and, at 6 pm, we caught the bus “Akim destination”.

Again, facing the door, everything seemed to be repeated. At 7:00 we were Monica and ringing the bell Akim floor. Again, facing the door, I shuddered with pleasure, fear, uncertainty. Monica looked at me in silence, and both hoped welcome.

“Hi Eva … and company,” Akim greeted confusing. “Have you come together to collect your panties?”. How nice …

“Indeed, dear friend. She is Monica. Monica, Akim “.

They greeted each other and we go into the living room of sins. Of course there was surprise. As expected, my friend had invited Saracen, just about this time, a character alien to the circumstances. Or maybe not so foreign. The truth is that Kike, a handsome, tall, dressed and well carried caucasian, rose to greet us.

“So this is the famous Eva …”. I was freaking out.

“Famous?” I asked hastily.

“Well, famous for Akim has spoken highly of you and to me, you’re already famous, ha ha ha”.

“Akim speaking well of someone ?, do not make me laugh …” blurted showing a bit of genius and character.

“Too bad vibes” Monica said with a frown of being in the middle of something crappy.

“You are two beauties” confirmed Kike with a little chivalry hosted by Akim since I met him.

“Thanks”, we release both in canon.

“Can you come here a moment, Eva” Akim suggested me taking my hand into the depths of the corridor opened into all the rooms.

I left with Kike and Monica, as I walked away from it, heard how he gave Coba and pre-made more explicit statement questions. Akim took me to a room and I knew very well, was very clear:

“I hope that your friend has been wanting to fuck because Kike was a gift to you, as it was tone the other day, but I fear that it will enter it” justified Akim listened while sitting on the edge of bed with legs crossed.

“For Monica was a gift to you, man … so you’ve been without it because of your typical last-minute surprises,” I replied dry and direct.

“I do not care, I have what you want”.

Fuck!That was the first compliment she had heard this bastard. And I felt great. I smiled and he responded with his leer and a bulky package under the buttons of his jeans. I stretched out on the bed and began to caress as it was not normal for him. He took my skirt to make it rest on my belly and bent between my legs and knees parted abruptly fever soaked smell me my lace panties. I noticed how the language used on the silk and I started to feel really possessed by an unmanageable debauchery. I not am thinking about Monica. Now I really did not care if he was being sodomized or was drinking tea with pasta accompanied neopijo-looking executive that metrosexual. Ie literally sweated me pussy. And Akim was licking me over my underwear. He would not allow any interruption. I loved how he played with his teeth over my bags and my roughness. The applied gently over my lips and clitoris covering also the cloth that covered them. Among her saliva and my own flow could quickly appreciated a medallion of moisture in the fabric, which Akim took pains to one side to access my wild and eager pussy directly.

“Host way you smell, girl. This pussy drives me crazy “.

I responded in the only way I could at that moment: I gave a sharper than usual groan, and raised my two legs off the ground to open my cave before his nostrils. He thanked both details bumping his nose against my inflamed button while introducing all supurosa his tongue in my vagina. I literally grabbed him by the ears and pulled him towards my crotch to pace should exercise his tongue inside me. He did not seem to matter be dominated by my lust, that is, a diametrically opposite role they had shown to date. My own exhaustion forced me to grab the legs and behind the knees and also getting more tightness in my erogenous zones. Akim understood the subliminal message and slowly introduced one of his fingers in my pussy stressed, forcing me to drop a husky sigh of pleasure that flooded my whole being. That finger now seemed a long-range missile. I could feel myself until well drilled in and, at the same time perfectly hear the clicks of moisture that accompanied it. When he began to accelerate that I warned straw, sobbing, I was going to run away. And then you will not think of anything else to put two fingers vee for stringing the other by the black hole of my anatomy. When both were placed to the bottom hair grabbed him and began to unload my ejaculation while my rump jumping to the beat of my contractions.

“God Eve, you look like me corriéndote”. It must refer to my milky fluid but certainly was an exaggeration that would give me the ears.

I got up to sit, still half dazed, while Akim hand wiping with a towel and brought his mouth to mine and kissed me on the lips surface. The smell of his mouth emitting pussy was overwhelming. Then I said:

“Shh, do you hear? I think Monica is getting theirs too. ” I stood in silence to try to perceive a sound. It is true that I could guess a sigh, but nothing decisive. “We’ll see how it goes,” said Akim.

I managed a little dress and hair and went to meet the two.

Arriving in the room we could scan obliquely Kike fully dressed fingering the crotch Monica, stretched on the couch, her dress climbed up to the thighs, suddenly sat up and ask what we were doing for so long. Without a word I went to her and I went to stretch as it was, I kissed her on the mouth in the same way that Akim had kissed me a moment ago, and hinted Kike continue his “work”. He thanked me with a smile and put his hand inside her panties Monica. I lie. They were my panties. She returned to relax and sigh with pleasure as his partner seemed fiddling with her pussy. I undid the straps of her dress and I pulled it over her head leaving her practically naked. I snatched the bra and Kike felt good to open your legs and have access to her pink bunny, freshly shaved, under the fabric. Monica congested face was a poem. I had never seen in that guise. It was beautiful. Kike drew her panties and began pajearla with two fingers hooked. The contrast of a suit type, kneeling in front of the baby wearing only stockings, and being digitally possessed with relish, I was supremely excited.

I asked Akim who approached us and started squatting in front of him to remove his pants Morcilló n member who, in my hands, suddenly hardened to point straight to my hungry mouth. I made sure that Monica had a good view of the blowjob, but I’m afraid that was totally dedicated to the pleasure offered by his pajeador. Kike got very soon she ran into her hand. We made it eco final hearing moans betrayed his orgasm. I have to insist: it was beautiful so saturated with joy. Kike lifted by the arm and pulled on a small table in the center of the room. Armani trouser fly opened and a piece of dick that she barely had time to appreciate because, as he lifted his legs he possessed to the bottom of a single attack, slowly but surely pulled. Monica was brutal listen to issue a long moan of pleasure as the trunk of Kike was entering the depths of his being. Akim and I approached the couple and we were contemplating his solid cock fucked while remaining in my hand masturbator. I put a thousand, standing there, watching as a spectator function of my friend and enjoying what for it was finally a good coupled. I thoroughly enjoyed that moment, a joy that Akim perfectly conveyed through my hand, she kept stroking that drill bronze.

Kike had areola and all of his fly Armani stained with fluids Monica, at least I heard her come a few times since he was fornicating on the table courtesy. Sometimes four or five times lunged very quickly and then systematically loosened the march. Others just introduced the glans placing between her wet lips and made him move his hand running the meats trembling entry to culminate with a quick attack in its depths. I also celebrated when even more lifting one leg, Kike made fake sodomize her cocoon pushing very lightly on the rough anal orifice. But it was best to observe very carefully each of the bodily responses of Monica. Most of the time he kept his head facing the ceiling while infinite tits magreaba with highly personalized movements. Incorporated sporadically head to scan the panorama around him and focused his gaze on me as saying “this pay me …”

“Uff Fri-m-me coming,” stammered Kike from inside his conquest.

Monica noticed the sudden swelling in your cervical nucleus that spontaneously began a more serious groans denoting the height of his time editor. It is quite possible that in that moment, my friend would have allowed receive all Kike hot sap inside. Undoubtedly this is a time of greater ecstasy. But did you a favor later thanked me:

I let the member Akim, I bent down quickly with the genitals of Kike and Monica, I took his penis inside and studded pajée the male against my face to feel how I spit up their milk. I did not stop to make sure everything and dump him when I knew it, Akim Monica was carrying back to the couch, put on all fours and rammed from behind by her scream, I hope extreme pleasure. I was not able to determine the extent Kike I had covered in cum, but the first thing I did was heading toward my friend and as Akim impaled forward and I believe that with some spitefully, I began to kiss and share she sperm with the other had given me. Rubbing our faces and our lips suddenly that white glue evenly distributed. Suddenly, looking into my eyes intently, I saw blushing again, he opened his mouth as if to scream in ecstasy, they will put her eyes and began to tremble while Akim halted the onslaught of consent Monica winding unfettered.

“DDD-God!” Muttered my child that is just not understood.

He was still contracted, agolpada, bottled in his own climax. Akim loudly he patted on the ass and turned it over on the same couch placing it face up. He grabbed her spotted her and hit him in the projectile hypersensitive clitoris. Every little tap Monica was a little jump on the couch. Akim again groped his cave and proceeded to pierce slowly. I walked around the couch to put me beside the two and enjoy the pleasures that my new friend was able to offer to their own. Akim was very slow. There seemed to stand out more. Monica, exhausted, leaving only possess. Her vagina was visibly irritated and her nipples had been left to stand up to move to be in “sleep mode”. The Moor soon began to roar, grumbling its inevitable arrival. Now he was going to teach my dear friend something that had not yet spoken.

“Arise, Akim,” I commanded.

Monica dragged to the ground, arrodillándola against hostile and quivering member of this alpha male, and began a rhythmic straw while asking my girl who licked the scrotum completely prietas balls. I felt perfectly in my hand kidneys Akim and when I saw the first drop of milk on the tip of his dick, apart Monica back two feet to make sure vials of sperm, which were beginning to sprout, you crossed all face.

“Uff … God … damn … it …!” Monica laughed nervously as largaba Akim filled his face with his spunk and snow, volley after volley, with the help of my expert hand. Practically covered all the divine factions Monica with its dense and abundant seed.

Not that it was news to me that amount of cream on a pretty mug, but enjoy it in someone else’s skin gave me a tough express satisfaction. It was like enjoying a porn movie, but feeling, smelling, tasting the argument. I faced Monica’s face, I grabbed her gently on each side of his head and proceeded to lick and esparcirle, with my tongue, all the mellowness that Akim had descerrajado on it. We delight our tongues twisting while playing as “The Lady and the Tramp” with viscous threads and all those Moroccan tragábamos proteins.

They flipaban uncles watching. They must be thinking “it can be more deliciously slut?” We locked the two in the sink to wash and unlock our lust. We were a good time exchanging grimaces of surprise in absolute silence. It was late and we had to go home. Things had changed completely and definitely from that afternoon. But that’s another story.

Fin