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I liked to read his texts were interesting, witty, well written and very exciting, lying like a bitch, that’s true, I noticed in the texts got dicks, but some have tried or joke as there we had, however, in the lesbian, plasticity with which recounted their encounters, sometimes almost musical, clearly denoted their sexual orientation, and that liked me their stories because it showed an infinite imagination.

I occasionally was telling some text, especially if I was amused, one of them had fucked a black-eyed blue and very hairy chest who was called Teen Wolf, to kill her, how it occurred that ?, and like a full moon had savagely penetrated both howled in time of orgasm, let one run lobera.

I did so funny that I asked if I could use a Teen Wolf on one of my stories, that character with blue eyes and chest hair that was dedicated to fuck virgins in full moon nights deserved try their own medicine and to finally have an anal experience all the way, I was going to find a worthy Wolverine him, and wrote, needless to mention that the story never go to the “Annals” of history for its great eroticism, though when he was traded to the humor section, things became more positive, Teen Wolf the virgin fucks never the same again.

Anyway, that closely born other, we exchanged characters, ideas, even experiences, some were published and others were simply there because I have imagination, but not as much as her. The fact is that after a while decided to stay, we lived relatively close, we would go with our laptops and we would write something together but at the same time, a character each and a nice slut story to tell.

I had never seen her, I imagined smart and nice, low, squat, with big tits, short hair and mustache, haha, no mustache, so just because it sounds fatal put everything said before, absurd stereotypes, but hey, the idea is that I was not going predisposed to fuck, really, just to spend a literary evening with someone she barely knew but would bring me originality, musicality and literature is pure state, someone who learn to polish my writing and not be as direct and impulsive, too, was Thursday and my mother used to say that on a Thursday not lie without learning anything more.

I knocked on the door, I was nervous, after all the hell I painted on the floor of a lesbian bisexual at five o’clock on a warm September in a city that was not mine, and the door opened, and surprise jumped, it was cute girlish, something hippie, brown, black eyes, short hair, a small nose ring and an incredible smile, covering a shirt with dark tie rods that marked some breasts sticking with its slim body, a skirt of those long, flowing left to your imagination to know what lurks there. I kept quiet, had surprised me, – Ana – I said almost babbling, -¿Andrés – she replied with the same look of surprise that I had apparently had the idea that made me had nothing to do with it before her, she had later confessed to me that an elderly man was expected, with disheveled and glasses, interesting and safe hair, somewhat hippie and bohemian, and the opposite was found, a guy with shorts and long sleeve shirt rolled up, with nautical design, slicked short hair, sun tan, not pretty but attractive, but someone who never have had a beer in his life.

After nervously let me in and say hello after a few seconds of awkward silence, I began to speak, Jo, I did not expect an aunt like you, I expected a fat dyke and stocky with a dildo as necklace-she laughed, that brutal exaggeration had broken the possible cold that might exist, it was like talking when chatted with her, which strongly, she told me joke nor had expected a guy like you, go fabric, I have the son of Aznar in my house, We laughed for a while as he led me down the hall to a small room quite bright and decorated with sheets of black-and-white, orange curtains, shelves full of messy books, an antique table in the center flanked with chairs of those my grandmother is still at home, and gray sofa two square looking out the window color, a nightstand enduring a team of medieval music, and after a talk about how beautiful life is, and serve strange whiskys with tail light, without comment, we sat on the chairs of my grandmother, who by the way were very comfortable, and with our lighted portable started writing our story.

The nice thing about working with smart people and eager to create is that everything is easier, faster flow of ideas, discussions by Memec disappear and how important the conflicting oppositions approach because in this case argue and promptly arrived to we wanted to write and as we wanted to write, so we had easy, it would be a story about us, but by exchanging papers, two people who liked to write, that are known and that after several written lines accompanied by occasional drink, they discover that not only united by their passion for literature but a strange attraction that immerses them into an experience that could have ever imagined, after all, and although so far not enough, had brought us together to write an erotic story, and that’s what we were going to write.

I started talking about my body, well, hers, I was her, and I have to admit that I liked Aunt, and I used to tell him to get up and down the room pasease to describe it well, even danced to see how he moved, she made smoothly even amused the idea of ??being observed and drawn through the letters of a known unknown that somehow he was attracted by his way of being. More difficult it was when I had to get up and walk about, but since we were almost undid my shirt to give you a better idea of ??what she had before.

We had defined the thread of the story, characters and remained to be seen who started with seduction, everyone was writing his part of the story, but decided to change, she decided to change, how easy it had been to each write from their point of view but no, that part’s going to write together, seen from outside, so he took his laptop, the chair of my grandmother, or his, and sat next to me, well, as we started, is the which launches aunt or uncle – he said as he took another sip of the third cup that had served us, she begins the uncle, I said, -and remember that you- you, as he stared those black eyes he had, -vale- she said, -I start but want to see your cock, I must know what I have between my legs to see what you hago-, half laughing and with a mischievous face that I made that between her legs empezase to wake up, if you want to see, you’ll have to do your, step to take away nothing-I said, if I wanted guerrillas would have. – With these we ?, uh, turn around, this story we have to finish whether lowing, and I turned, and almost without thinking she stood my knees and began to unbutton the shorts, but not you emotions much, that I am seeing the face and will be non, as I said I had already removed the shorts and was about to do the same with the boxer covering my cock was already quite lively, and I removed, and there appeared my cock was quite hard for everything she stared, which you have encouraged rapid, not bad, not bad, well shaved, and descapullada-, kept her, -có gela , you will not biting-I said, -¿tendrás to know how you are and how you feel, no ?, she looked at me, his smile had disappeared from the face, felt nervous, his breathing had accelerated again direct your gaze to my erection, and grabbed first hard to feel all its harshness and then loosened her hand and slid around the stem, ‘I’m getting horny, you know – he told me,’ I I’m getting and much-, he returned to grab my cock and began to walk up and down her delicate hand on her, watching as the skin that covered it moved, as my glans swelled more and my body tensed at all.

It did not take us to be talking more, there was nothing to talk about, you could tell he did not have much experience in that because he stuffed in the mouth at the time, almost no wait, no way his tongue for her to savor the swallowed directly to the throat and he began to get a spectacular blowjob, one hand caressing my balls and squeezed me hard the other thigh while still fucking me with his mouth. Ana para-, I said, ‘Now I know my playing as I am, I remind you that we need to write a story-and reincorporándola soil, I approached her and began to smell her hair, my hands caught her waist and gently grabbed her top and take it off slowly stroked her hair, and my hands went seeking the closure of her bra, they found and opened quickly to see breasts before me, beautiful, round, with large and hard nipples, can I try – I said, she grabbed my head and approached her breasts, my tongue tasted delicately with circular movements were hard, they were heavy, my hands caressed her waist, she felt like his body bristled and went down gradually to be me who was on his knees.

She had her eyes closed, her hands still in my head, stroking my hair, unbuttoned her skirt fell at a stretch on the floor, smelled sex, covered by a black thong color was slowly removing his sex was brilliant, a slight shock of hair covered it, but soft, very soft, I went and tried it, was hot, wet, was tasty, and I started with my tongue to taste it again and again. Ana began to gasp, clutching her sex against my mouth, my hands sobaban his hard ass and now she was the one who spoke, Andres, para-, and almost pulling me hair was up until our mouths met, and our eyes they looked, and we kissed, our tongues together and our bodies embraced, his hands caressed my back still covered by the shirt, look her neck, my hands clenched his ass, and my cock fully hard, fat is touched by his belly. Come to the couch, I want inside-, I said as I held his hand and took me to the sofa where I sat and pushed me roughly, his eyes, his expression had passed the initial nervousness, confusion over the situation of a state of lust that had infected me.

He removed his shirt and kneeling over me, grabbed my cock and was placed at the entrance of her sex, she began to touch her on her clitoris, I began to recognize the chillout music that had accompanied us all afternoon and not him He had paid the slightest attention being, and suddenly began to be dropped on me, hear their ahhhh it was long, it came with hindered but he was coming and went accommodating to her until she nailed whole, it moved a little and he sought my mouth, and sought my tongue and began to move faster, my hands caught by the ass and helped that it was up and down my cock, I each thrust was more pleasant, leaned back and started suck her breasts tightly, his movements were accelerating, he felt he was going to run any minute, and I felt my cock was going to explode, and began to spread, began to scream hysterically, barely could hold on me, on me until melted.

Heard her panting, my cock still had on her pussy skewered wonderful, had fucked me viciously, her ‘I loved going to be a very good story, because it still fouls tumor, and telling me that was out of my slowly to be dropped to my left. I looked at her and she looked at me with his right hand and began to masturbate, hard Go on, very duration, he said, is-what, you’ve put me ASI-, answered, she picked up the pace, and with a slight grimace on his face he told me ‘I’m remembering your Teen Wolf, and since we are I want you to do out there – and turning I got on all fours offering her little tight ass

. I settled down to my height and with a finger I began to dilate her anus, came easily, first one and then another, and began to fuck her with his fingers, I looked at his face, his eyes were closed, I was enjoying it all, and I was busting so I put my dick on his small, dark hole and started squeezing, Slowly, much anything that does not come around, very slowly, and I did so ago, it cost me quite achieve stick my glans, she bit an orange cushion that was on the sofa, my hands had her by the hips and slowly my cock was entering it, do not put all, only half was enough and started to fuck that ass that was wonderful, she began to moan strong again, I saw one of his hands that pussy precious moments ago had exploded on my stroked, my movements became faster, and the faster they were, more deeply he penetrated and more slipped it deeply until he could not stand more and started to cum inside her, pushed hard, the two shouted, noticed how his hand had accelerated the pace and as he was running at the same time as me, after several shocks and to empty semen inside her ass, let her go and sat busted and sweaty with her, panting with the effort, and still bristling sensations I had just experienced.

We said nothing for a while – go tale – told me as he took his clothes and leaving the bathroom. I dressed and poured myself a drink, ice was already waste, but I did not care, I needed something to drink because he was exhausted, sat down and started writing, but nothing came out, something happened in that room that would change my way of see life, that would change my life, I leaned a little on the chair, my heart was still beating strongly, biting my nails thinking about everything, yet without giving much credence to what had happened, because it was wonderful, I never She had been so rhythmic with anyone like that afternoon.

Ana came with wet hair, had changed his shirt, long that barely covered her thighs, poured himself another drink and sat on the couch, looked at me, his eyes were glazed, not to mourn, all had different , ‘Now what? – I said,’ I have just disrupt my life, I never imagined that I pass it, I can not believe me, do not you have felt your pussy, but my heart is that I sale- . I stood up, and he took my computer, and I left closed, it would have been the wisest and most logical given our respective situations, and I approached the sofa and I played a do-may get out of here !, and I did, I played me, but not found a go, I found a hug and a kiss, I found a story, a story, I found it.

We never finished the story, I actually stopped writing for a long time, we began a relationship that was wonderful throughout, read together, saw life together and we love together and still together, what the hell, I do like the stories end well and this had a happy, well, many end, but that are other stories.