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He left her with a sound eschatology. Many years ago someone told me that was the sign of a good fuck, a sign that the vagina had been so long after orgasm due to take air to fill the space. Maybe.

But I was not for philosophical discussion and analysis, and to remember old conversations at that time my nose was pushed through the folds of the body of Carmen after a brief stop on her tits (I can promise and vow to make them more case next time, but I loved her sex).

He was on familiar ground, I liked the feel of her body under my face, caressing his tongue, licking all sweet liquid exchange.

We repeat the movements, embrace after their pleasure, gave me chills to your body, clinging to mine for a few minutes, caught his breath.

But my body needs your attention, I commented that it was up to me and, smiling, down, slowly, oh so slowly running his tongue, until the lingam. I knew I did not give any hesitation on putting their mouth, but I asked if I wanted to let him know before my orgasm.

- No need, I will realize.

And explain why you have not felt the men? prehensile noticed his mouth, his lips on my shaft, his tongue everywhere, their hands strengthened the movement in my lingam, wet from his saliva.

The blowjob is total surrender, do not expect reciprocity. It is also the complete acceptance of each other's bodies, because ultimately, the vagina has no sense of taste or smell. The vagina is almost a passive receptacle (well, to understand, and compared with the mouth), whereas the mouth handled the pressure of the lips, the movements are more accurate, the tongue can touch it in the right spot.

And the mouth is also its most sensitive points of the unspoken, but which are known for certain women.

The mouth is full acceptance of man's body, the acceptance of their moods (and that even before orgasm), its flavor, its smells. It is a touch more personal than making love, is also more generous.

In a few minutes (or would be seconds?) Felt the coveted signs, the stress on the pubic bone that radiates to the toes, the need to raise the legs (Have you noticed that some people must separate your legs for a orgasm, and others should join them?), the tension inside the body. I could not keep my hands looking for, but could only reach his head. I grabbed her hair, my hips went to her, as she got the strength of the sap in me.

I passed the point of no return, after orgasm. I prayed silently that did not stop then, I can not say, like other "do not stop, still, still more," the truth is I am short right now. She did not stop. He continued his movements, the hand of the lingam came to the perineum, the whole area considered unmanly men (I myself thought so, and I missed many years of sensational orgasms, it took me years to lose the shame anal!) and when I touched her hand between his buttocks felt in the internal contraction that illuminates the imminent surrender of control of my body.

I noticed (because you can) for a split second, the rise of pleasure, before launching the thick blood, galactic and even Florence, majestic in flight as fireworks, and that Carmen had been withdrawn.

I personally do not mind at all this withdrawal if done at the right time, and soon the orgasm is aborted (but retired shortly before and continue with your hands is different), nor so late that causes him to spit.

I like both to be removed, and gaps in his mouth and then share my orgasm with her in a kiss, and finally be together, sweating, while my body is resting.

We were on the mat, the other pair, with the help of Carmen, who had attuned to it, had gone into action. The lying above it, Carmen supportive hand on his lingam.

I was envious Carmen, having the hand between two people who are fucking, being able to play the one or the other, feeling his strength both as the softness of her, both enjoying themselves, and probably the situation. I must say that I really have, and it is a strange and exciting situation at once.

Unknown (finally, you have your hands full partner) if one touches a man or woman, or the truth is that it matters much. If a neuron will remain available might guess, I believe that if a woman focuses more on the lingam he knows less erogenous zones of men, and instead if a man likes more touch around, you know that testicles are painful if crushed, but the skin that covers them is erogenous to be caressed. So avoids pinching, or punches them.

I watched them fuck, while the hands of Carmen went from one to another, now it's tits, now it's ass. Focused there, stroking movements to accompany him, touching the perineum, the area most sensitive searching, until he began to move more abruptly, as if to finish.

She took his hand and said:

- Not yet, wait, we just started.

They stopped for a moment that he recovered. Sometimes changed their position, standing, I think, so we could see the action. When they were in the doggie position, I go head under her breasts and sucked her nipples, forgetting anything else, until you feel the mouth of Carmen in me.

But at that time I was hanging from the breast, and admitted no distractions, still sucking and I thought it liked, and that among the hits he gave his partner from behind (accompanied, it seemed, of one or the other cheek, and, of course, many bad words), and my action, she cried out as if they were killed, falling on me, shaking his body wet with sweat still vibrating.

He looked at me and said now, but you're you and not her.

I did not understand until he turned around, spread her legs and put his hand on her soaked sex. He approached, I opened a little hand, I did not remove it, I wanted to participate in the magic moment of penetration, I wanted to feel my hands touch strong, tough of a lingam entering yoni of a woman.

Sex, wet, slipped between my fingers buried in her body, with a sucking sound. I noticed in passing, I felt I, too, a bit player.

Then I closed my fingers making a ring on his penis. I felt the strength and depth of their movements, so unlike the gentle, undulating women while her lips close around my hand, completely flooded.

I noticed he did it differently than I did, deliberate movements and deep, also with more force (never too late to learn I told myself), but the pelvis moving, pushing with your whole body.

He did not want so cum and tried to take my hand, but she ...

- Stop, stop, I want to end up well, while Carmen took her hand and put it also in the area. I know because I suddenly found another hand to greet me in some way.

Obviously it is difficult to bear making love, if on one hand there are fingers to reinforce the effect of the vaginal muscles, and the other is a hand caressing the back.

I felt the change of motion that he was willing to end because their movement centered around my fingers. He moved fast, tense, relaxed fucking different from before, a few millimeters, but they all focus the most sensitive part of his penis around my hand, taking the extra strength of my fingers, finding the point that I knew more sensitive. She motivated by voice:

- Stronger, longer, give him everything! that excite and distract has always surprised me, it seems to me that I was laughing. But no, he felt his orgasm coming on the tension in your body, your penis, infinitely harder, until I felt the pulse of her orgasm.

I had never felt so clear, it was like something hard to become even more rigid for a few seconds and then again less, as if something loosens tense and within it. I flooded her hand, gave off a very special smell, erotic, male and female combined.

I put my hand to the nose and the smell of my fingers are multiplied a thousandfold. Carmen took her hand in mine and close both to our faces, we were close. She licked my fingers, and was an electric shock I walk through my hands and was circulated through my body.

The smell, the situation, the experience so far happen then demanded to be the protagonist of my story.

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I liked sex with Carmen, I liked his movement did not care that we were watching, and probably neither did she. We were both down to business. One couple came with us. Could have been accommodated in any other mat, even in the same room, they were empty, but unfolded the sheet and lay down beside us.

So were the four, very close from each other not to catch cold, but each feather flock together.

Ever miss a hand, and when my mouth down to her breasts to her belly, fingers could be found occupying the space. Carmen or care, or me either. We were there for that (well, I do not know if Carmen Thus, although, judging by his sighs did not seem to bother).

I somehow Carmen reserved for me, that men (well, none of my friends is, everyone except me, Supermen) are limited, it is true that at some time fondling my neighbor tatami, though they were just games hands. Probably had been able to change partners, but ... what would change if I was so unknown Carmen as the neighboring mat? Carmen and body I liked, I liked his postorgasmic chills, I liked her naturalness in pleasure.

So after a while, when the other couple was already embedded in your thing, we left, I would write: We went to undress, but because we were already naked, but if the locker room to leave the clothes.

We took towels and sheets, and now we were the ones we passed among the tables in the bar only briefly covered.

We went to another large tatami, which already had a couple, and we got near them. He was lying as she ate it. To me it's a show I like, because as well as in general, a couple making love, is busy, but little sex, they did everything looks great, her lips, enclosing the body of the , movement, cover and uncover sex, moisture from saliva ... I got it at them with interest (brazenly, some would say), head on Carmen's breasts, sucking her nipples while my hand was lost on their sex.

The truth is that the body of Carmen was very grateful because he replied, his sighs and gasps (very well drowned by the cries of another girl in an adjoining room, which was having the orgasm of her life, unending), I indicated that was on the right path.

The truth is that I had to put less stress on the situation, environment, and ease, all that contributed to his body tensed, his repetition of chills before I start again and have it another series of orgasms.

And while stroking the couple was watching nearby, and the girl looked at me, and I made a small gesture of complicity, or, rather, as we have to see! Because she was carried to the mouth was more a rag than a cock. A piece of meat was weaker than a ripe banana. And, despite his insistence, science and good will, did not seem to improve. It touched her tits Carmen, but not for that. The thing showed uncooperative.

No, you must be a difficult situation, have a rag in the mouth that does not encourage more than half, I decided to take a hand, leaving him a bit of Carmen, to see if playing a strange skin is encouraged, so, abandoning their breasts, I went down through her belly.

It could say "I got to give cunnilingus," but forgive me I can not say cunnilingus or fellatio clitoris or without disease names seem to me: for I caught a super-duper cunnilingus, I spent a week low, because I did not tell you I had to go into rehab for an elbow that fellatio had me immobilized.

And so, while my neighbor was trying to rekindle the flame of the Unknown Soldier, with the help of the magical hands of Carmen, touching this sensitive area that men have there where the eggs lose their name, I was acknowledging his tongue twists Carmen's sex, smelling his body first.

Ever have a friend, addicted in any case to the abomination, thankfully no longer in use, the vaginal deodorant asked me if the smell was really strong, how he could stand it. And I must say that not only stand it, if not I like.

Probably if you smelling panties in a stranger, thou hast driven me back (although some is used panties fetish, and have bought the hotel staff in order to separate them, there is a global conspiracy, because if not, as is many women may complain of having lost her panties?), but here and now sailing in a receptive sex view, this smell, sweet and soft, this touch Sweet and Sticky Tour Madonna as I was in a trance.

If we join lips that host language as part of themselves with their own life that inevitably (as if someone wanted to avoid!) To areas more inviting, more swollen, more humid. At the same time, and small grasshoppers that have tried not to let me lie, thick lips much our language accompanying these thin lips like a laser pointer.

They are bodies that invite more loitering, stop in the valleys, walk the hills with his tongue, cavities are concentrated smell femininity.

The sexes as ski slopes indicate faster trips before moving to big words, and penetration, where now the man is not aware of the physical characteristics of the exterior, and just inland.

And while a necessary respite, I appreciated the joint efforts of Carmen and our neighbor had awakened the sleeping beauty. Our neighbor had put on him and grabbed his lingam Carmen had so he could penetrate it.

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I thought that Carmen was not surprised, although it was surprising. Although I almost regular customer, I never found this, when we dressed, Darkroom to enter the room across the hall, where the mat, he is already sitting, leaning against the wall, pants open to the phallus as the flagpole. She has been stripped completely. Tits pear body scandal.

Carmen sits next to him and puts his hand on what was offered so obviously could not do otherwise. Or run, as St. Maria Goretti, or join the action.

His partner, I never knew what it was called, goes and opens the buckle, without a word, without affection, unzips me, took off my pants, as if we were on piecework. Like Carmen Maria Goretti was not, I am not a San Tarscicio, so I quit. My erection prevents him from lowering his shorts, he does finally smiles, take my clothes in a corner and begins to caress me.

The truth is that I had never been naked on the mat. Normally one is dressed in the dark room (sometimes with his clothes in a heap, trousers at the ankles, panties sideways, but clothing), and then when the ice is broken and have been the desire passes through costumes, clothes and lets grab a towel sets (or not), to fetch a welcoming place. The tours of these couples, towels in hand sometimes as the only outfit, circulated among the tables in the bar is what Carmen had surprised as he entered.

But now it was already well integrated in a tatami almost in the place of passage of couples coming and going in the darkroom. I, between Carmen and she reached out and touched a tit now fruit, unripe fruit-hard, sometimes thighs giving the win to sink your face and forget about it, nor Carmen abandons me, but it timidly is low on my body, looks up, looks at me and asks:

- I can?
- Help yourself, you're welcome.

Carmen and while I eat first, I hand between her thighs, the other between those of the unknown, I think I have enough to be there.

- Do you have condoms? she insists
- Yes, but I like to fuck in these places, I like to play, I love being touched, but Fuck me like a year too intimate

Carmen, as she split time between my penis and my partner. I'm deshinhibido, and put my hand on Carmen, which will also play it. There seems to dislike, but to her, asking:

- We will take another turn?
- Yes. Thomas up his pants, she takes her clothes in a flutter and leave, leaving the two there, naked on the mat. Carmen and I looked in surprise

- Happens to these?

but hey, we're not asking questions a long time, we are there, she and I, naked, on a mat, filled with desire and blood. He ran his hand between her legs, and I love sex.

Because there are sex and gender. There are girls who are opening a split line on the woman's body type construction plans, section CC '(clitoris ass), and women who looks more like a scar, in which there are no tactile references, sex that you do not know where he walks, smooth, unreferenced, and women who need GPS to locate. Mind you, I speak of sex itself, the holding can be a charming, wonderful love can do, I mean the aesthetic visual and tactile as well. And there can not do anything, if she has played in the division having a little sex, monotonous, straight as a road of Badajoz Plan, because that is what you get. The fingers have to travel these sex without reference, without curiosity, a little lost, not knowing whether they go forward or backward and found at the end of the tour. Sexes are linear roads leading from point A to point B are, in short, Nordic sexes. That might be interesting, as some films by "certain items"

But again, no less than give these women can be extraordinary and wonderful people loving, just, like some people have a small nose, or long fingers, since you have to have a boring sex.

ADDENDUM, well formed, which invites the tour. So is Carmen

And there are other women who have sex welcoming, with milestones miliary, their locations, their prehensile lips that hug the finger in the softest of caresses, lips, leading almost reptilian movements, to which are joined in a lovely hug , lips wet with applause lead to entry into the woman's body, real lips, swollen with blood and sap. So are the lips, so the sex of Carmen, who traveled for the first time my fingers, inviting, grateful, and above all, at that time, wet.

Do not miss the odd couple. A hand between the thighs of Carmen, my mouth on her boobs, she gets to do. We ask you to open your legs, I prostrate including me in on your body. Objectively, the position is a bit obscene, I knelt before her bubble ass on a horse erection, comiendomela, while she, unable to sit motionless undulates her waist my mouth.

This is the time to choose two or three couples to shop around the room, and stay there, fully dressed, standing, looking at the tableau. I'm vaguely aware that approach, but it is the same. Still I ask Carmen:

- Go to a booth?
- What do you bother?
- Not much
- My not much, is

and continue.

Link to sweet and sticky tour

Author's note: the truth is I had fun this study aesthetic, not functional, the sexes of women, probably write a post expanding it. Meanwhile, readers are invited to leave your opinion ...

The arm was between us, the hand that touched the breasts of Carmen was a woman, noticing the softness of the skin, lack of hair, but mostly because it followed up, and caught me too, tit.

A hard breast, covered by a padded bra. A hand took mine and led her down. I liked the idea, people who had clear ideas. Only instead of putting it where I expected, between her legs, puts me in the yard, naked and erect, his partner!

It was thick, it must be said, but mostly, it was hard. I consider myself heterosexual, which does not prevent me sometime in ways known to go have fun, discover differences in the similarities, think I know exactly what you are feeling at the time the person I'm playing.

I do not know what a woman feels when I play, I can not imagine what it is to reach an orgasm by suction on the tits without contact between the legs, it did not cost me anything to imagine what will be feeling the owner of what I have right now in the hand. Only if I do not averse to having a dick in his hand, once inspired, put in flour, is a trio, is a "partie carrée" as the French call the couples cross, so I let go of entry ... My hand sought the girl's body.

Above all, I went to Carmen, did not want thought they had brought to let me pass, but also I wanted. He had come to her, she seemed nice conversation, nice body, not winning anything intended for the other, who, moreover, was actively us.

Through her body, promising, Carmen, I smelled the scent of her neck and pressed my lips to his elbow. I noticed that my lips put their willies, and I imagined her nipples just under her dress. But wearing a blouse closed and no, it was difficult to achieve. Still, through clothing, could feel her breasts, touching them. Her body moved closer to mine. But other hands were in my body felt inquisitive hands between us, we played alternately, now her, now me. He felt pleasant and hassle of a tight-fitting underwear.

When I was in a position (all this happened in the darkroom, we did not know very well that to the other), I opened his belt and pulled my masculinity. I felt another hand touched me, and it was not hers. Could be Carmen.

Or not.

We and all crammed in a sea of ​​arms, hands, cuddling ...
- Do you carry condoms?, She whispers
- Yes, but I do not usually use

the truth is that I like to fuck with strangers

and less, with unknown

- Go out and go to a mat?
- Carmen, you fancy?
- If we

Continue

I had stayed several times at the club, knew its intricacies and crannies, its wet bar surrounded by men themselves, their televisions hanging from the ceiling with images of fellatio and tit. I noticed an acceleration in the words of Carmen, I spoke of is not what I thought I was going to ask saliesemos there. I took her to the area of ​​couples, more calm, soft music, low light, a normal bar, if it were not for drinks were served in plastic cups (convenient if people walk barefoot), or suddenly passed a couple naked among the tables with a towel in hand, toward the whirlpool.

It's a bit shocking, but I thought that Carmen was interested in the situation.

La dejé que se tranquilizase, hablando de mi experiencia en este lugar. Do not want to go through a regular (hard when the waiter greeted me with a handshake and public relations with a kiss on the cheek, long time no see!) But not by a novice.

I asked
- Do you want a ride?
- Amuse me, but do not touch me anyone?
- no te preocupes

Y nos dimos una vuelta por el club, en uno de los tatamis, ya separado del bar, había una pareja, descansando después de follar. Estaban desnudos, tumbados encima de una sábana, hablando como si estuviesen en la playa, o en la cama de su casa. But at the same time, their bodies bore the unmistakable marks of pleasure. Carmen looked at as we passed them, and said nothing.

And we walked around, saw the French corridor, empty and explained how it worked, a screen with holes, some to see others arms' length, height sex others, on one side the corridor leading to the area all-male, the other as a bedroom overlooking the area of ​​couples. The girl was leaning back or facing the screen and the boys spent the hands or sex, and she approached them, they left to play, or masturbated, or remained where they could see them but could not reach, while your partner lean.

Club de intercambio de parejas

We also saw the whirlpool where there were two girls alone in the water, playing with them, while their partners out of the water, watching. Carmen said that knowing what was in that water, and would not get there even come to a crossing of the Sahara desert. And I thought I raised the situation.

And we went to the darkroom, it was full.
- Shall we? asked
- entremos, pero ¿qué se supone que tenemos que hacer?
- Dance you and me in a corner, you stay close to the wall, and if you notice any hand, and do not want to touch you, take it off. But it would be wrong to give him a slap.
- But I can play without my invite or look him or say anything?
- esa es la gracia, aqui nadie pregunta “¿puedo?. They go hand in hand, if the section is that the hand is welcome, but do not worry, if you're in a corner, nobody will say anything.

Y nos pusimos a bailar, me acerqué a ella, no me rechazó, notaba su cuerpo pegado al mío, sus tetas duras apoyandose en mi pecho, el perfume de su pelo. We did not talk, we were there, well, peaceful, isolated from the world. Without much notice us went out in the corner. That I saw in it a voltage, and a hand walked her back bumped into mine. I looked and looked at me, I asked:

- Back to the corner?
- por ahora no, si me molesta, te lo digo.

al cabo de un par de minutos las manos ya eran más, otras estaban pasando entre nosotros dos. Segui with my hands on one of the arms, the softness I knew it was a woman who was reaching Carmen's breasts.

Link al siguiente

We did not know.

We cross-linked post, not many, two or three. Enough to know that there could be affinity. But we had not seen, had not even spoken on the phone when we both felt the need for a blind date in front of the boats in the Retiro. O junto al Angel Caído, premonitorio de muchas caídas.

Pero el Retiro no era una buena idea, en el Madrid sofocante del verano. Asi que quedamos para tomar algo y conocernos.

Claro que el “conocernos” tenía sin duda – al menos, en el fondo de mi pensamiento – el sentido antiguo, Genesis 4:1 “Conoció Adán a su mujer Eva, la cual concibió y dio a luz a Caín” lo cual tampoco no era mal principio.

Y así estabamos, ambos un poco cohibidos, delante de una empanada de bacalao.

In silence.

Yo estaba desesperado, a punto de lanzarme a la piscina con una pregunta y una duda. La pregunta era “chati, estudias o trabajas?” y la duda, si no debia sustituirlo por su versión actualizada: “chati, mileurista o parada?”.

Por suerte, llegó el vino, rosado, fresquito, lo cual me permitió explayarme en lo que conocia bien, en mi trabajo como representante de vinos, sobre las diferencias entre los varietales y los “terroirs” y la conspiración sajona contra la industria vinicola europea, que como sabemos, es latina. Esta conspiración siniestra consiste en fomentar la costumbre del varietal (para entendernos, vinos de cepa unica, por ejemplo “Pinot Noir”) lo cual permite industrializar la producción y ajustarla a la demanda por la via de plantar mas cepas vs. la opción europea, que prima el terroir (por ejemplo, Bourgogne), y que por lo tanto es de producción fija. Mi cita a ciegas bostezaba ostensiblemente.

La noche se iba a hacer larga.

Atacamos la croqueta, que se defendía con un corazón helado.

I think it had to do a blow, or ten and a half each would be in his olive owl, and that lost to the river, and loose, look, we do not know, I suspect that my work does not interest you particularly, and we are here talking not be quiet. I propose, if you enjoy, if you want, if you're not going to crash, going to a club that I know to take a drink there. The uniqueness of the place is that it is swinging, but do not worry, you do not exchange or touch you. We are going there, keep talking, and if we run out we talk of the room around a while and see what people are doing.

- Hey! Who do you think I am?.

- No, he said, but has not been a good idea

- Say no you will touch me is there any reason?

was complicated by the evening time. Women have the immense virtue of transforming not just any cane on a spear, if not a machinegun Thomson.

I mumbled something

- Well, okay, come on, but only to see, right?

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That's how things had been ...

I remember speaking the protagonist, who has gone to a club exchange with your partner, Luis who has found another, and gone into a corner, and she has found a rope and wants to see her boyfriend.

And so ended the last chapter:

The stranger is no longer played with her body and she was just watching him, felt her breasts hard sex wet as if he had an untimely rule, but wanted more, wanted to finally give the pleasure that they were demanding, feeling his body arch, emptying into his hands.

But I wanted Louis to attend this time.

Undistracted

Her boyfriend was lying to the girl sitting on. Both had their eyes missing. Would be difficult to distract him, men generally think only one thing at a time, except when they're fucking, then, nowhere.

He approached the girl, her body forward until your nipple almost put him in the mouth, she could not help but to kiss when he was found before. No disliked the feel of the language a bit raspy from it. He moved a little more with a sigh, while with his hand wrapped around the chest, much smaller than theirs, and therefore, exciting, one breast was androgynous, almost adolescent. His partner had also come to see them play two of them, see them stroking a recurring fantasy in men.

They collected their bodies, touched her nipples, she sat up, and the other followed, separated from her boyfriend with a wet sound and suggestive, were already standing two.

and already at this point had been the attention of Louis ...

took her hand and took the body of his companion, while her boyfriend is half sat up, and awake to see the rest of the action. While stroking her breast, she went straight to the stranger's dick, amazed that he was still strong and available.

Lie down, I need to fuck, he said.
You will not, but do not worry, will not leave you well, sit here with my boyfriend.

Luis looked very curious to what they were doing and seemed to like it, perhaps hoping that he was the next

She had imprisoned the lingam of the unknown, and practiced the eternal movement, which he tried to strengthen, moving her pelvis to meet her hand.

The hands of the other were going where his, but she would not release the trophy. Accelerated pacing, watching what he was doing now, the movements of his hands on the stranger's cock, and purple, now to Luis, who was mesmerized by the movement of hands that revealed and immediately hid the other sex wet .

The movement of the pelvis was growing fast, she did not know the reflections of that body, did not know if those conditions could be a long time, because he was tired wrist. But I wanted to be her who won a trophy the pleasure of another, did not want another go of it.

He rested his other hand on a point she knew, and immediately recognized in spasms, in the tension of the legs, arching of the waist, the sighs, which had hit the target, he felt the hot liquid and viscous slip by the hand a sensation that never disliked, legs closed around his other hand, still had at that secret place, a second sex party appreciated, recognized the smell very special pleasure of man, sometimes unpleasant, exciting others. This time playing exciting, not just for herself but also for Louis, who lost no detail of the body of another, even in a sweat, semen of the other, still dripping from his sex, which was still decorated his hand cords

continue.

Se retiró de los muslos de ella en un santiamen, notaba los dedos pegajosos. Miró, inquieta, su mano, temiendo verla ensangrentada como en una pelicula de horror. Y no, sus dedos brillaban a la tenue luz del cuarto oscuro, algun hilillo incluso llegaba a unirlos, pero era transparente. He went to his nose, sniffed it, deep scent of female

Do not be displeased

Volvió al cuerpo de ella, buscando caminos conocidos, los que ella misma recorría en su cuerpo por las mañanas, cuando no le apetecía hacer el amor con su novio, o, simplemente, le apetecía. Se extraño de que fuese tan distinto al suyo, mas carnoso, la piel mas gruesa, pero sobre todo le sorprendió que fuese un charco, más que eso, un estanque, un lago.

Ella no recordaba haber estado tan mojada nunca. Pero tal vez era la sorpresa.

Buscó entre sus labios, hasta encontrar, arriba, la zona más sensible. Su compañera le dijo: suave, lento. No era como lo hacía ella, un frenesí eléctrico que la llevaba al orgasmo en unos pocos minutos. Sintió que alguien más la tocaba, y su compañera la apartó, le dijo: vamos donde estemos mas tranquilas.

Fueron hacia el rincon donde estaba su novio, tumbado en una especie de tatami, con una chica sentada encima de él, en la postura que a ella le gustaba tanto y que a él no, decía que le dolía, que le forzaba la pija en un angulo extraño. Parecia que la chica que lo cabalgaba debia tener una anatomia distinta, porque el no parecia estar incomodo.

Su compañera se acostó cerca de su novio, dejando los pies en el suelo, abriendo las piernas. Volvió al mismo punto, entre sus piernas, ahora más accesible, inquieta por estar disfrutando el dar placer a una mujer, excitada tambien por la situación, ella, otra, su novio follando al lado…

Se arrodilló y metió la cara entre los muslos de la desconocida. Notó todos los olores del cuerpo, sintió un fluir en el suyo, pero no se decidió. Le pareció que con la boca no iba a reconocer nada, iba a ser una experiencia demasiado nueva, y tanta humedad le daba reparo, debia involucrarse mucho.

Le apetecia tocar a la desconocida como se acariciaba ella, con los dedos suavemente primero, y casi sacudiendo despues el capuchon sagrado, mientras sus piernas se cerraban involuntariamente, y un fuego salia de su vientre inundandola toda.

Pero la desconocida no quería eso, tomo suavemente la mano de ella y la bajó, hasta ponerla en la entrada de su cuerpo. Un poco perdida, estuvo alli, sin saber que hacer, hasta que la desconocida subió un poco las caderas, con lo cual un dedo se introdujo en el cuerpo de ella.

Eso no lo habia hecho nunca. Si que claro, se habia puesto tampones, y había hecho el amor con hombres, así que conocía perfectamente la sensación que en aquel momento estaba notando la desconocida, pero esto era el otro lado del espejo, el ser ella la que entraba en el cuerpo. Le sorprendió el anillo que aprisionaba su dedo, y también el espacio interior. No se lo imaginaba así en absoluto, siempre había creído que era como una funda. Y no, no era eso en absoluto, su dedo podía moverse libremente, estar incluso sin tocar ninguna pared.

El espacio era tan grande que metió otro dedo, y las caderas empezaron a ondular, acompañando sus movimientos. Instintivamente se movia adelante y atrás, como si fuese un pene, y la desconocida le dijo: no, asi no, tocame arriba.

- arriba?

- si, arriba, mira, te indico. Y le cogió la mano, y le guió el dedo hasta una zona que, aparentemente, no tenia nada especial.

- Ahí, fuerte con dos dedos, le dijo mientras le enseñaba, eran simplemente presiones ritmicas, sin moverse apenas. Ah, y pon la otra mano, aquí, acompañandola hasta su pubis. Apoya esta mano fuerte, como si quisieses tocar tus dedos a través de mi cuerpo.

No entendía nada, pero eso hizo. Empezó a acariciar con dos dedos esta zona, aparentemente anodina, y con la otra mano hacia presión en el cuerpo de ella, que se empezó a mover, a ondular, a suspirar. Se le cerraban y abrían las piernas. Cuando se le cerraban casi le hacia daño, todo el cuerpo estaba en tensión. Se puso a gritar, sigue, no pares (no pensaba hacerlo, sabía que el placer estaba cerca), y en eso, abrió las piernas, gritó, en un orgasmo interminable, mientras su cuerpo empapaba el colchon debajo de ella.

Sus piernas aprisionaron sus manos: quedate quieta, dejame dos minutos, que ahora te tocará a ti.

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El era, en aquel momento, una ropa que ella estaba bajando, y que medio tropezaba con la desnudez, ahora si, erguida, del desconocido, mientras su pareja se daba el lote en el rincón más alejado del cuarto.

Ella no quería tampoco que esa experiencia de club de intercambio, que a ella no le había interesado nunca, a la que había accedido por expreso deseo de su novio, finalmente quedase en algo casi vergonzoso, que cada uno iba a ocultar en el fondo de su memoria, como un secreto inconfesable más de los que no se iba a hablar nunca, hasta el día en que, uno de los dos, enfadado con el otro, lo sacase:
“- te acuerdas del día en que estuvimos en el club aquel, y que te escondiste en el rincón para comerle el coño a aquella rubia de bote? seguro que ya te la habías acostado antes con ella…” o cualquier lindeza por el estilo.

Ella quería por el contrario un juego abierto, conjunto, de todos con todos; si su compañero quería compartirla – ¿o sería que quería follar con otra, y si el peaje a pagar era que alguien se tirase a su mujer, pues que lo hiciese? -, hacerlo bien, y que la viese. No había querido venir a este club? pues adelante con los faroles.

Asi que se lo llevó al desconocido junto a su pareja, en aquel momento sentado en un cojin bajo, mientras la chica de las tetas pequeñas estaba sentada encima de él, dando la espalda a la pista. Su compañero parecía estar en la gloria, y le sonrió cuando la vio llegar, contenta que ella también hubiese decidido participar en el juego

Empezó a acariciar al desconocido debajo de la ropa, palpando su carne, excitándolo hasta que le pareció que era el momento de lucirlo. Le bajó al mismo tiempo los pantalones y la ropa interior que él se quitó, junto con los calcetines. Ella se lo agradeció.

Los dedos de él se perdieron en su vello púbico, las manos de ella agarraron su desnudez erguida, mirando desafiante a su pareja, que de pronto pareció desinteresarse de la rubia acoplada a su cuerpo.

Ella le guiño el ojo, el no contestó, ojos clavados en la desnudez del desconocido, en las manos de ella subiendo y bajando, mostrando, demostrándole a él lo que podía hacer en el cuerpo de otro, lo que sabía hacer.

Ella no sabía prever sus movimientos, no sabía cuán cerca estaba del orgasmo, tampoco quería que la tocara, estaba demasiado interesada en lo que estaba haciendo, en que su pareja lo viese bien, no podía tolerar distracciones, así que delicadamente le cogió las manos, y las puso sobre sus pechos.

Se concentró en el movimiento de sus manos, sintiendo la diferencia, la que acariciaba en aquel momento algo más gruesa, pero, sobre todo, más “morbida”, más liquida, más móvil, la piel tenía más recorrido, probablemente porque el desconocido no había sido operado cuando joven, y le quedada esa piel que descubría por momentos una cabeza morada y mojada, a punto de estallar.

A punto de estallar es como estaba su novio, pero de otra manera, olvidado ya de la rubia que aún le tenía aprisionado, pendiente solo de las manos de ella, del cuerpo de ella. Ella estaba excitada ahora por la nueva piel, por la capacidad de entregar o negar placer, pero solo con sus manos, sin que su cuerpo estuviese involucrado. Su cuerpo intocado, sus manos en cambio acariciando la verga del hombre, que avanzaba su pubis a cada movimiento de las manos.

El desconocido ya no jugaba con el cuerpo de ella, y ella solo estaba pendiente de él, sentía sus pechos duros, su sexo mojado como si tuviese una regla intempestiva, pero no quería más, quería finalmente brindar el placer que le estaban demandando, sentir el cuerpo de él arquearse, vaciándose en sus manos.

Pero quería que su novio asistiese a este momento.

Sin distraerse

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