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Postby jorgepp on Wed Sep 05, 2018 2:14 am

Quiero relatar mi experiencia para niñas y chicas jovencitas que por curiosidad incursionan en estas páginas y que muchas veces, adquieren una idea equivocada del sexo y sobre todo del despertar sexual, por lo que si alguien espera una historia de grandes penetraciones y exageradas potencialidades, de una vez les invitó a buscar otra historia, ya que esta siendo real, seguramente los decepcionará.

Mi tío, me prestó su correo electrónico, realmente se llama Alejandro Magno y no se puso así en el mail, para impresionar con fantasiosas potencialidades es el protagonista de esta historia para niñas y jovencitas con curiosidad y tal vez precocidad sexual, es un hombre normal tiene 40 años y es serio y formal, arquitecto de profesión se dedica a su esposa y dos hijas mayores que yo.

No se cuando se inicia esta historia, me pusieron Alejandra en honor a mi tío que es una gran persona y ocupa un cargo importante en México, desde que recuerdo, sentía yo una atracción muy grande, casi como un imán por mi tío, mis primeros recuerdos, son siendo una niña de tal vez 6 o 7 años, flaca, rubia y ojos azules, esperando que mis tíos vinieran a visitarnos para abrazarlo, sentarme en sus piernas, besarlo y que me acariciara, lo cual me provocaba un vértigo impresionante.

Mis papás me cuentan que desde que era una niña de dos o tres años, quería que mi tío me lavara la colita después de ir al baño, poniendo a mi tío en verdaderos aprietos ya que se sentía incomodo de mi inocente petición.

Mi familia es muy liberal, me permitían andar desnuda por la casa y era normal bañarnos mi hermano un año menor que yo y mis papás todos juntos, por lo que mi actitud hacia el sexo era la gran atracción que mi tío me causaba y que me hizo jurar desde los 10 hasta los 16 años que estaba locamente enamorada de él.

Tengo que agradecer a mi tío, la gran enseñanza que me dio en materia sexual y del amor, ya que de haber abusado de mi, aprovechando mi inocencia y confusión seguramente me hubiera dañado profundamente, por otra parte si me hubiera rechazado fríamente o con el moralismo del parentesco, podría haber sufrido una gran frustración.

Mi tío me besaba, me cargaba, me dejaba sentarme en sus piernas inclusive en medio de reuniones familiares y de amigos y me mimaba con gran amor, pero solo él y yo sabíamos que era nuestra relación algo mucho más allá que una simple relación de tío y sobrina, era de una mujer, pequeña pero mujer al fin, y un hombre maduro.

Al sentarme en sus piernas, con siete u ocho años, con mi faldita de niña, sentía una excitación sexual muy grande y me sentaba de tal forma de sentir en mis piernas primero, en mis nalgas después y posteriormente en mi vagina, su pene calientito y duro. Jugando con él o con alguna muñeca que me llevaba para disimular me las arreglaba para moverme intensamente y sentir unas ricas cosquillitas en mi colita.

Cuando visitábamos su casa, le pedía a mi tío que fuera a jugar con los niños, mis primos mi hermano y yo, aprovechando cualquier oportunidad en los juegos para que me hiciera cosquillas, me cargara o acercarle mis nalguitas y vaginita a cualquier parte de su cuerpo, manos o pene.

La verdad no se su era con plena conciencia, necesidad de ser amada y mimada o simplemente una sexualidad probablemente prematura, la verdad es que esperaba con ansias el fin de semana.

A los 10 años me convencí que estaba enamorada de él y teniendo más conciencia de la sexualidad, quería que me hiciera el amor y me le insinuaba, preguntándole si me quería, si yo le gustaba, si estaba bonita y él a todo me respondía que si. Una tarde jugando Strega, juego de T.V., estaba sentada junto a él y cada vez que yo perdía me tiraba de espaldas en un sillón tomando su mano y poniéndola en mi rajita que estaba caliente y húmeda, no había forma de que el no lo notara y así fue, seguíamos en el juego y el me acariciaba dulcemente la entrepierna.

Me senté en sus piernas sin poder aguantar más, a propósito deje que mi faldita quedara encima de mis piernas, por lo que quedé sentada con sólo mi pantaletita sobre su pene que ya estaba también a tope, aún hoy recuerdo que colorada y sudando lo cabalgué hasta tener mi primer orgasmo.

A partir de ahí busque quedarme a dormir en su casa en donde me acostaba en medio de los dos, pero dando las nalgas hacía mi tío, tomaba su mano y la llevaba a mi culito, me encantaba que me hiciera un masaje y con 11 o 12 años, me sumía en un sopor que me llevaba a orgasmos riquísimos.

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Sin embargo mi tío no me cogía, empecé a ser más atrevida, los senos empezaron a crecerme y le pedí que me hiciera un masaje, le conté que en la escuela me habían dicho que para que crecieran deberíamos buscar quien nos los estirara, riéndose aceptó y me dio dulces pellizcos en mis incipientes pezones rosados, que a mi me daban vergüenza ya que mis amiguitas de la escuela los tenían obscuros.

Iniciamos un nuevo juego, una posada en que a mi tío le tocó mover la piñata, yo lo acompañé y poniéndome enfrente de él, le pegué mis nalguitas a su pene haciendo movimiento circular y tomando su mano la llevé a mi rajita, babeante y suplicante, mi tío me masturbó por encima de la ropa. A partir de ahí le pedía que me acompañara a mi recamara y frente al espejo, le pedía que me besara el cuello, bajo mi largo cabello rubio, que con una mano me acariciará los senos y con la otra la vaginita, mientras yo me repegaba a su miembro, hasta que me hacía terminar.

Mis papás se divorciaron y me quede a vivir con mamá, se acentúo mi necesidad de estar cerca de mi tío y ya con 14 años quería desesperadamente que me hiciera suya, mi mamá y mi tía se hicieron muy cercanas ya que mi mamá estaba muy afectada por la separación de mi papá u ahora estábamos para mi felicidad más cerca de mi tío. Las hermanas se la pasaban platicando y yo esperaba a mi tío desesperadamente para acompañarnos.

Empecé a acostarme desnuda y cuando oía los pasos de mi tío me destapaba, aunque mi tío pasaba y me tapaba, hasta que una noche me dijo al oído, mas tarde regreso amorcito.

Temblando, me vestí con unas pantaletitas de corazones y un camisón de niña, sin poder pegar un ojo, me puse a esperar. Escuché todos los ruidos hasta que mis tíos se acostaron, ya prácticamente vivíamos ahí por lo que teníamos una recamara para mi prima y para mi y después de que mi tío se aseguró que su mujer se durmió, vino con su mujercita, me dio un beso en la frente que tenía sudorosa y empezó a besar mis mejillas, mis oídos, mis párpados y alrededor muy cerca de la boca, con sus manos empezó a acariciar sobre el camisón mis pezones ya un poco más desarrollados y al sentir un beso en la boca, tuve un orgasmo increíble, que me sacudió en la cama y casi me hace pegar un grito que hubiera despertado a toda la familia.

Abrí mis piernas y puse instintivamente mi mano en el centro del mundo, mi tío siguió con su tarea, poniendo nuevamente mis sentidos en la tierra y tiernamente puso su mano en mi mano, haciendo presión sobre mi vulva que explotaba, retiré mi manita y el inició con tres dedos un masaje alrededor de mis labios vaginales, el dedo del centro en círculos llegó al clítoris y yo al climax nuevamente, levanté el resorte de mi pantaletita suplicándole que metiera su mano, me quitara la ropa y me desvirgara.

Al sentir directamente su mano, con jadeos irrefrenables y sintiendo un gozo amoroso muy intenso, me soplaba la oído, amorcito, princesa, tesoro, palabras que llevo en el corazón y que hicieron que el gozo sexual fuera pleno. Me metió dos dedos, parando antes del himen, a pesar de que con mi mano lo invitaba a penetrarme empujándola, el me masturbó sobre el clítoris y los labios exteriores e interiores.

En agradecimiento unos días después, ante el espejo le pregunté si me amaba y el me dijo que mucho, pero que no me confundiera, que él era un señor y yo una niña, que incluso lo podían meter a la cárcel por lo que estaba haciendo, llorando le confesé mi amor y el me contestó que esa es la única razón por la que hacía conmigo "el amorcito" ya que no quería que alguien me fuera a lastimar, que él sólo me haría cosas ricas y que ya llegaría el día y el amor a quien entregaría mi virginidad. Le pedí que me dejara ver su pene y jugar con él a lo que accedió y le baje el cierre del pantalón sacando su instrumento que me pareció hermoso, lo acaricié, subí y bajé mis manos por aquel pedazo de carne anhelado y le volví a pedir que me lo metiera a lo que se negó a cambio me la puso en la entrada de la vagina y me frotó el clítoris, sentí lo máximo y le pedí que me la metiera por el culo, lo que tampoco aceptó y sólo me la acercó, lo cual fue riquísimo.

Seguimos teniendo "sexo" y hablando de amor hasta que cumplí 16 años y mi tío me regaló una beca para estudiar en Canadá, sitio en el que conocí a mi próximo esposo, con el que la próxima semana perderé la virginidad, momento en el cual tendré un pensamiento de agradecimiento para mi tío Alejandro magno, que para mi es increíble, me dio seguridad en mi misma y autovaloración.

Niñas no se dejen engañar con falsas historias, hay que esperar los momentos, no se dejen violentar.

Gracias tío.
 
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Re: Para chicas lectoras

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Re: Para chicas lectoras

Postby davidgreams on Sat Oct 06, 2018 7:38 am

 
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Re: Para chicas lectoras

Postby floki on Tue Dec 04, 2018 12:11 am

recordad que para el porno venezolano se ven muchas chicas lindas que dicen no tener mucha experiencia delante de las cámaras pero la verdad es una cosa, y lo que se dice para aparentar un personaje para despertar el morbo de los clientes de Colombia es otra cosa muy diferente, al igual que en porno colombianos vemos hermosas mujeres de nalgas grandes y super tetonas que siempre se hacen las inocentes hasta el momento que su compañero se baja los pantalones y le muestra una enorme erección, es justo en ese momento cuando las cosas se empiezan a tornar morbosas y descontroladas con estas putas hasta el punto que se dejan hacer el sexo anal diciendo que son vírgenes de su culito cosa que casi siempre es mentira ya que en mi vida sexual e tenido la suerte de desvirgar el culo de varias jóvenes y el dolor que sienten en sus primeras relaciones anales no se parece en nada a los gritos fingidos del porno mexico que vemos o de las hermosas argentinas porno que con sus enormes pechos grandes recién operados que empiezan a usar para ganar dinero como unas buenas actrices, en un debut o casting primerizo. asi que dejen de engañarse buscando el porno anal con virgenes por internet por que solo un video con descansos y esas cosas te podrían mostrar la verdadera experiencia de una desvirgadas por el orto.
 
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Re: Para chicas lectoras

Postby follador on Thu Jan 03, 2019 4:59 am

Después de licenciarme en el servicio militar a los 21 años, haber sido desvirgado mientras cumplía el servicio militar, hacía más o menos un año de esto, y haberme encantado, me aficioné a comprar revistas pornográficas, no es que hubiera muchas, la mayoría más que pornográficas, eran eróticas que contenían fotos sensuales, direcciones de contactos y algún que otro relato.

Cuando iba a comprar alguna de estas revistas, por vergüenza, lo hacía lejos de donde vivía y procuraba que no fuese siempre el mismo quiosco. Pero claro, esto no era siempre así, por lo que me acostumbré a ir casi siempre al mismo quiosco, era el que mayor confianza me daba. Lo llevaba un hombre de unos 40 o 45 años, por lo que la mayoría de las veces recurría a comprar en dicho quiosco. Compraba la revista que me gustara, siempre buscaba temas homosexuales, y para disimular siempre compraba algo más, solía ser tabaco, otras veces algún diario o revista de fútbol, etc.

Por supuesto que aquel hombre me caló a la primera, eso lo supe tiempo después, el caso es que un día, siempre solía ir a última hora de la tarde, después de estar ojeando varias revistas a ver por cual me decidía, le pedí un paquete de tabaco y al verme el quiosquero que no me decidía por ninguna revista red tube, sabiendo él de sobras lo que yo buscaba, me dijo, tengo aquí unas que he traído hoy y te pueden gustar, pero todavía no me a dado tiempo a colocarlas. Ven por aquí me dijo abriendo la puerta del quiosco y échales una ojeada.

Muerto de vergüenza y colorado como un tomate maduro, me acerqué a donde me decía el quiosquero. Ven pasa, me dijo haciéndome espacio en aquel pequeño quiosco. Mira estas revistas ya verás como te van a gustar, me decía cerrando la puerta del quiosco. Nada más ver las 2 primeras revistas, los ojos se me fueron a una de ellas, era una pequeña revista y en la portada ya se veía a 3 asiáticos desnudos manteniendo sexo, uno estaba dándole por el culo a un jovencito asiático, y el otro le estaba comiendo la polla mientras el otro le daba por el culo. Dios, aquella visión ya me puso bien palote, sujeté la revista con mis manos, y empecé a ojearla.
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Claro que me había gustado, de hecho, aún me temblaban las piernas, y cada vez que el quiosquero me tocaba la picha, me hacía dar al culo para atrás y soltar un gemido. Tenía la polla super sensible, y ganas de que siguieran dándome por el culo.

Me subí el slip y pantalón, y una vez ambos estuvimos listos, le pagué el paquete de tabaco y aquella revista que me había gustado, me dijo que esperara por él que ya se iba, y nos fuimos los 2 juntos.

Mientras íbamos caminando, me dijo si quería repetir, yo me encogí de hombros diciéndole que bueno; estaba caliente a más no poder y tenía ganas de que me siguieran dando por el culo; entonces vamos a mi casa, ¿Qué te parece?

Me volví a encoger de hombros, y le contesté que bueno.
 
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Re: Para chicas lectoras

Postby ishitasmithji on Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:37 pm

My name is Elena and I am a twenty-two-year-old medical student. My life would be like any other if it does not become because I am currently heating my uncle's sheets. Many may be surprised or even scandalized but I am happy loving and desiring that man. If I want to explain to you how I got to sleep with Uncle Manuel, I have to go back four years when I arrived in Madrid to study. Having finished school in my native Valladolid, my parents decided that I would take medicine in the Autonomous University of Madrid and that's why I saw myself living in the capital. Although I was going to live in a college, my mother entrusted me to her little sister who also lived there. Aunt Susana took me under her protection and in that way, I began to frequent her house. That's where I met her husband, a dark-haired man who is very good at seeing that besides being good, He was one of the youngest managers of a large bank. From the first moment, I understood that they were an ideal marriage. Handsome and rich, they were in love with each other. Her husband was devoted body and soul to satisfy the aunt. Nothing was too much for her, my uncle spoiled and pampered her in such a way that I began to envy their relationship without realizing it. Many times I wish that the moment arrived, I would also find a partner who would love me with madness. To top it off, my aunt Susana was a beauty so I always felt dumbfounded in her presence. Sweet and good, that woman treated me with such affection that it never occurred to me that one day I would replace her in her bed. Although she appreciated her husband fairly and knew that he exuded virility from all their pores, I never saw him as he was a man, I always considered him a prohibited matter. That couple had been looking for many years to have children and being deeply conservative, Susan saw in the fruit growing in her belly a gift from God. For that reason when in a routine review they discovered that he had cancer, he refused to treat him because it would jeopardize the viability of the fetus. I futilely tried to convince her that I would have other opportunities to be a mother but my words loaded with reason fell on deaf ears. The only thing I could convince her about was that she let me take care of her at home. At first he refused, but with the help of my uncle, he finally gave his arm to twist. For that unfortunate circumstance I went to live in that chalet of the Viso and that changed my life. I have never left those walls again and I confess that I hope I never have to do it. The aunt was five months old when she found out and seeing her, it seemed impossible that she was so bad and that the cancer was corroding her inside. Her breasts, which were already large, became enormous upon entering state and her face never clearly reflected the disease her illness. When he arrived at his house, he welcomed me as if he were his own sister and gave me the guest room next to his. Because my wall matched his, I witnessed the nights of pain that couple went through and how Manuel silently cried the agony of what was his life. Thanks to my studies, almost daily I had to explain how his beloved's cancer was evolving and although the news was getting worse, he never showed discouragement and the worse he painted the thing, the more loving he took care of his love. It was then that little by little I fell in love with that good man. Even if it was my uncle and it took me fifteen years, I could not stop valuing his dedication and without realizing it, his presence became an essential part of my life. At eight months of pregnancy, the cancer had spread to the lungs and that's why his doctor insisted on advancing the birth. I still remember that afternoon. My aunt called me to her room and with great fortitude, she asked me to tell her the truth: -If we advance it, will my son be in danger? -No- I answered without lying - it already has good weight and it is more harmful for him to continue inside your uterus in case everything fails. Indirectly, he was telling her that her liver could not give more of itself and that at any moment it could collapse, killing not only her but her offspring. My frankness convinced her and holding my hand, she released me: -Elena. I want you to promise me something…. -Of course, aunt- I answered without knowing what I wanted. - ... if I die, I want you to take care of raising my son. You must be his mother! Although I was scandalized by the true meaning of her words, I could not contradict her and I promised. "The poor thing must be delirious," I said to myself as I lent him that strange oath because not in vain the child would have a father. A moan of pain made me forget the matter and calling the doctor I asked for his help. The doctor, seeing that his condition had worsened, decided not to wait any longer and calling an ambulance, took her to the hospital. That way, I had to be the one to give the news to her husband: - Uncle, you have to come. We are in the San Carlos hospital. They will cause the birth. Needless to say he left everything and went as quickly as he could to that clinic. When I arrive, his wife was in the operating room and that's why I witnessed her collapse. Completely undone, he sank into an armchair and without making a fuss, he began to cry like a kid. After an hour, one of those who treated her came to tell us that the child had been born well and that he would have to spend a few days in the incubator. He had just given us the good news, when my uncle asked about his wife. The doctor put a face of circumstances and with a slow voice, he answered that they were trying to remove liver cancer. His words reassured Manuel but not me, because I had no doubt that this operation would only serve to extend his life but not to save it. The news of Manolito's birth pleased him and, confident of the mother's salvation, he asked me to accompany him to see the baby in the nest. I swear to you that seeing your joy, I was not able to tell him the truth and with a shrugged heart I went with him to see the baby. As soon as I saw him, I burst into tears because he knew that he could be considered an orphan: "I was never going to get to know his mother!" On the other hand, when his father saw him, he could not suppress his pride and almost to his voice in shout, he began to praise the fortress that he showed already in the cradle. On that occasion, too, it was not possible for me to explain the reason for my crying and dry my tears, I smiled saying that I agreed. As you can imagine four hours later his doctor appeared and taking the patient's husband by the arm, he explained that they had found that the cancer had spread so there was nothing to do. My uncle was so devastated that he could not ask about his wife's life expectancy, so it had to be me who did it. "I doubt you have a month," replied the grieving surgeon. The news fell like a jug of cold water to her husband and sinking into a painful silence, he remained silent the rest of the afternoon. I swear I already loved that man, the duel I witnessed made me love him more. I've never seen and I'm sure I'll never see anyone who loves his wife that way. The agony of my aunt Susana was going to be long and for that reason I decided to expose my uncle that during the time that he needed me there he would have me and that for the care of his son, he would not worry because I would take care of him. -Thanks- he answered with the voice taken- I thank you. I'm going to need all the help possible. After which he locked himself in the bathroom so he would not see him cry. That night, We both slept in the room and the next morning, a nurse came to tell us that Susana wanted to see us. Upon arriving at the ICU, Manuel again demonstrated a courage worthy of praise because the man who greeted his wife was another. In front of her, he did not show the pain he felt and even joked with her about next summer. His wife, who was not stupid, noticed her husband's farce but said nothing.Goa Escorts Service At a time when I was alone with her, she asked me: -How much do I have left? "Very little," I replied with a shrugged heart. It was then that he took my hand and reminded me of my promise, saying: "Take care of our son! Make her proud of him! Not knowing what to say, I reaffirmed my oath, after which my aunt smiled saying: "Manuel will know how to make you very happy. The roundness of his statement and the fact that the aforementioned returned to enter the room made it impossible to contradict her. My rejection was not to the idea of sharing my life with that man but because knowing him, nobody could ever replace him in his heart. My life with Manolito. After two days, we were given the child. Being healthy, it did not make any sense that he was in the hospital longer so we had to take him home while his mother was dying in a room. I still remember that morning, Manuel took him in his arms and his face reflected the anguish he felt. I felt sorry for him, I took it back and with all the love I could, I said: - Uncle, leave it to me. You take care of Susana and do not worry, I'll take care of it as if it were mine until you can do it. Indirectly, I was telling him that I would take care of him until his mother had died but far from falling into the inevitable, that big man answered me: -Thank you, when Susana leaves this, she will also know how to compensate you. I did not want to answer that I would never go out and saying goodbye to him, I took the baby to his house. During the trip, I thought about the mess I had gotten myself but looking at the baby and seeing him so helpless I decided that I should leave that topic for the future. Accustomed to newborns for the practices I had done in neonatal pediatrics, I had no problem in getting everything I needed to take care of it and for that reason an hour later, comfortably installed in the living room, I started to give it a bottle. That which is so normal and that every mother knows how to do, I found it impossible because the kid did not take the teat and desperately I called my mother. As he was waiting for me while he dialed, he laughed at me calling me a novice and at my insistence, he asked me: - Why do not you try to give it to him with his bare chest? - When asked why, he laughed saying: -Tonta, because When you hear your heart and feel your skin, it will calm down. His answer convinced me and taking off my shirt, I put his little face against my chest. It happened exactly as I had predicted, as soon as Manolito felt my heart, he grabbed the bottle and started eating. What my mother had not warned me was that when I felt her face against my breast, she induced me to consider it already mine and with a joy that completely invaded me, I smiled thinking that it would not be so unpleasant to fulfill the promise given. Once he had finished the two ounces and going to change another thing happened that left me overwhelmed. Entertaining placing the baby carrier, I did not realize that he had put his head against my chest and the dwarf when feeling one of my nipples against his mouth, instinctively began to suckle. The physical pleasure I felt was immense (not an orgasm, do not think badly). The sensation of noticing her lips sucking in search of a non-existent milk was so tender that from my eyes came tears of happiness that left me confused. I do not know if I did wrong but the truth is that from then on after each shot, I let the baby fall asleep with my nipple in his mouth. "It's like giving him a pacifier," he told me to convince me that it was not strange but the truth is that the more I suckled that baby from my breasts, my love for him increased and I began to see him as my son. What was not so normal and I admit it was that as of the third day, I really wanted to breastfeed and obviating all sanity, I investigated if there was something that caused me milk. I soon found out that Prolactin helped and without meditating the consequences, I sought to stimulate milk production with it. While this was happening, my aunt was dying and Manuel lived day and night in the hospital only coming home for a couple of hours to see the kid. Absolute owner of the house, nobody was aware that I began to take that medicine. Just a week after birth, it was the first time my child drank the milk from my breasts and when I noticed it, I thought I was the happiest woman in the world. I do not know if it was medicine, the stimulation of my nipples or something psychological but the truth is that my breasts not only grew but became a pair of tits that rivaled those of any breeding. My production was such that I stopped giving him a bottle and just sucking from my breasts, Manolito began to gain weight and grow up superbly. The first problem was fifteen days after taking advantage of the fact that her mother had improved momentarily, Manuel decided to baptize him with her. The presence of the father while I dressed him and the three hours we were in the Hospital, caused my breasts to swell like balloons, even reaching, without the need for the baby to stimulate me, from my nipples gushed a spring of milk leaving me lost. shirt. I know that my uncle noticed something because of the way he looked at me when he noticed the two patches on my shirt, but I think he did not want to investigate anymore when I asked him how he had stained me. coffee had fallen. The face with which he stared at my breasts, not only made me uneasy because I discovered myself, but also because I felt a flicker of desire in her. The truth is that more excited than I would like to recognize, when I got home I breast-fed what I already considered my own and lying on my bed, I could not help but masturbate thinking about Manuel. At first it was almost involuntary, while I remembered her eyes fixed on my neckline, I let a hand fall on my breasts and slowly I began to caress them. My nipples were immediately hard and when I felt them I was not able to stop. As a quinceañera, I unbuttoned my blouse and running my hand over my bra, I began to stimulate them with my eyes closed I dreamed that it was my uncle who touched them. My fever was increasing and not even pinching them was enough for me, and because of that, lifting my skirt, I began to rub my pubes while I kept imagining that it was his fingers that were getting closer and closer to my sex. As much as I tried a couple of times to leave it, I could not and after five minutes, not only did I finish undressing but opening the drawer of the table, I took out a dildo. Behaving like a porn actress in a scene, I licked that artificial penis sighing for some to be his and already fully lubricated with my saliva, I introduced it to the bottom while I melted wishing that it was Manuel who had separated my knees and He was fucking me. Lust dominated me by imagining my uncle between my legs and joining an orgasm with the next one I did not stop until exhausted, I fell collapsed but unsatisfied. When I recovered, I felt remorse for having let myself be carried away by those feelings while the object of my desires was taking care of the woman I really loved, and that's why I could not help but cry, promising myself that this would not happen again. repeat. Trying to forget what happened, I tried to study something because I had quite left the subjects of my career. I had been buried for half an hour between the books when I heard my baby crying and I ran to see what was wrong.Dehradun Escorts Manolito as soon as I took him in his arms, he looked for my nipple and forgetting everything, I smiled letting him sleep. -I'm going to be your mother even if your father still does not know- I whispered in the boy's ear while my crotch went back to puddling. The death of my aunt The inevitable happened two weeks later. The ailing body of my aunt could not take it anymore and one morning while her husband held her by the hand, my aunt died. Being present, I witnessed the total collapse of Manuel. Crying in silence, he sat in the chair of that hospital room leaving me to take care of everything related to the funeral. The first thing I did was how is it logical to call my mother and explain to her that her little sister had died and then put me in contact with the funeral home. The next day, we buried her in the Almudena cemetery. It was a sad ceremony because the aunt left an immense emptiness in all of us who had had the happiness of knowing her. Seeing the procession, I understood that those who were really going to miss her were her husband and her newborn son. The first because he had just lost his partner and the second because he would never get to know his mother. After the ceremony, Manuel was still in shock. I did not want to leave the cemetery and that's why my father and some friends had to force him to go home. For my part, the pain of his loss multiplied by a thousand because I did not know if my uncle was going to continue to let me take care of Manolito. I not only wanted it, but I also felt that the baby needed me. Thanks to the fate, while I was going to the house in the car with my mother, he said: "Daughter, I know it's not your problem but I would like you to stay with the uncle to help him with the child. -Mamá- I answered- for me there is no problem but he must be the one to ask me. It's your house and it's your son. My mother, oblivious to the feelings she felt for her sister's widower, kept thinking and answered: -I'll tell your father to talk to him. I swear that if I do not become present, I would have jumped for joy because with the help of my old men it was almost certain that my uncle accepted. Even so, I nervously waited for their decision since I did not have them all with me. After two hours, I saw how my father took Manuel to another room and knowing that my future was being decided between those four walls, I remained seated in front of his door while doubts accumulated inside me. Ten minutes later, my father called me and let me in, he asked me to sit down. In front of me, Manuel was still crying inconsolably, so it had to be my old man who spoke: "Daughter, your uncle and I have spoken. As you well know, your child is a baby and needs a lot of care. How have you been the one who has been taking care of him since he was born and right now, your father needs help: we ask you to stay until the end of the course in this house. I had to repress my face of happiness to hear his words and adopting a tender tone, I answered: -Papa, I will be happy to help and for my studies do not worry, I will know how to combine them with ... -I was about to say the role of mother but rectifying, I continued saying - your care. My uncle raised his face and looked me in the eyes, could only say: -Thanks- after which he returned to sink in despair. Unable to act as host, I had to assume that role and for the rest of the afternoon, I attended to all who came to give their condolences. I only disappeared twice, to breastfeed my little boy. Curiously, in doing so, something changed in me and without any doubt, I knew that this child was mine. "I'm his mother" I thought as his mouth sucked on my nipple. Manuel surprises me by breastfeeding. The next two weeks were a mixture of pain and hope in that house. While Manuel wandered lost from one place to another without being able to take care of anything and with the duel to costs, my love for him and his son became stronger. As my uncle could not be counted, little by little I was taking over the command of his home, to the extent that the service asked me and not him, assuming that I was the boss. My time divided it between the race, Manolito and Manuel. I admit that I knew how to adapt: in the mornings before leaving for the university, I pretended to prepare the dwarf's bottle when in fact with a breast pump I filled two jars with which the maid was going to feed him during my absence. Arriving, I checked the house and forced my uncle to eat, even scolding him for it, after which he locked me in my room with the baby, alternating his care with my studies. With the latch thrown, I took the baby in my arms and gave him to suckle in front of a book. But one day when the subway had been delayed and my breasts hurt because I had not been emptied, I got home and grabbed my boy, I did not take the precaution of closing the door while feeding him. I swear I did not do it on purpose and that's why I was the first one surprised when I discovered my uncle looking at me from the door. His reaction was surprised to see his son clinging to my breasts and not knowing how to act, said nothing and closed the door. Scared, I buttoned my shirt and almost crying, I went to see him with Manolito in my arms. I found him in the living room putting on a drink. When he saw me enter, he asked me to sit down and in a calm voice, he asked: -How is that possible? Terrified, I lied: - Uncle, do not get angry! It must have been something psychological. Without wishing, since I started taking care of your son, my breasts began to produce milk and knowing that he would grow up better, I decided to breastfeed him without consulting you. I do not know if he believed me but valuing my words and seeing how healthy was his offspring, gave his approval saying: - Do not you care? Although I knew what he meant, I played dumb. - What? - Give the breast to a child who is not your child. -For nothing- I answered: -I love him as if he were mine. The roundness of my answer, took arguments and knowing that it was the best for the baby, changed the conversation saying: -Elena, I think it is time to return to work. Do you think that you will be able to occupy yourself with the house? I smiled when I heard him and thinking that I had been doing it for three weeks, I answered him: "Go quiet to the office. When you come back every afternoon, we will be Manolito and I waiting for you at home. My words hid a meaning that did not go unnoticed because my uncle understood that there was something more than niece's affection and from there, he began to look at me in another way. The continuous contact did the rest. In the mornings, I would get up before him and when he finally left his room, he would find his breakfast served and I would like to please him. When returning from work, I accompanied him to take a walk with the child as if we were husband and wife. Anyone who had seen him walking and laughing in the street, would never have said that he was my uncle and I was his niece. When I got home while I was taking care of the boy, my uncle prepared dinner as a couple more. The difference came when at the time of going to bed, Manuel went to his room, leaving me alone in my room. Without realizing it, I became part of her life and little by little, the barrier that was the fact of being the niece of his wife, was diluted based on small details. A touch here, a caress there. Manuel behaved like a child, feeling my interest but afraid of being rejected. Meanwhile, I was more and more in love and more determined to what that man was mine. I started dressing in suggestive nightgowns while we ate dinner. I know that my uncle noticed, but from the looks I occasionally gave to my cleavage, I understood that he did not care. The way he looked at me was not that of a relative and not wanting to prolong that absurd situation in which we both wanted to go further, one morning I took advantage of the fact that I was having breakfast to drop my coffee on my nightgown. When he heard me scream, he got up from his chair and, taking a napkin, helped me. I swear I loved to feel his hands on my breasts for the first time, if only to dry my clothes. "You burned?" He asked, watching me bite my lips. Unable to confess that what was really burning was my crotch, I separated the wet fabric from my neckline and making a face of pain, I answered: "A little, it stings me! My uncle stared at the bulging breasts that I sneakily showed and almost trembling, separated from me. I confess that I loved discovering that his penis had become hard, Under her pants and prolonging her pregnancy, I asked her to bring me a cream. Manuel obeyed my request and looked in the kit for something against burns. By giving it to me, pretending to really urge me, I began smearing my breasts with it. The look of desire that he put on seeing how I was spreading the ointment for my nipples, convinced me that there was not much to be his. The next step to finally replacing his wife completely, Manuel gave it after dinner. We were watching TV when I heard from the microphone that the baby was crying in his crib. Raising me, I told him: -He is hungry. And that was when, half ashamed, he asked me to suck him in front of him: "It will seem scandalous, but I would like to see how he does it. I was paralyzed but with my pussy puddled, imagining my uncle contemplating the scene. After a few moments of confusion, I went for the child and sitting down on the sofa again, I took out my chest and let him sleep while Manuel did not miss the details of how he did it. Feeling his gaze as the baby clung to my nipple, warmed me and so I had to suppress the moans when after five minutes, I ran in silence. No need to touch me, the caress of his eyes on my chest was enough for me to be excited and biting my lips, come to a sweet and tender orgasm. The bulge that was hidden under his pants, confirmed that he had also been altered but either because of the duel he still felt or the prejudice that I was his niece, they prevented him from taking the next step. With the baby with the stomach filled, I closed my shirt and took him to his bed. The embarrassment of having run in front of him, led me to lock myself in my room and taking my dildo from the drawer where I kept it, I masturbated thinking of being his. Everything accelerates. From that night on, it became a ritual that when I finished dinner I went for the child and in the presence of my uncle gave him the breast. We both knew what would happen next. Manuel would sit down in front of me and watch how I unzipped my dress and I would drop a strap, after which, I would take my chest and look him in the eyes, put my nipple in the baby's mouth. Each and every one of those nights, I was excited to feel the caress of his eyes and silently I ran while he saw me doing it more and more altered. None ever commented anything of what was happening and following the script of that unspoken agreement, When I finished breastfeeding I got up and went running to my room. I know that Manuel was supposed to be what I did later but he never said anything although in his eyes the attraction he felt for my body was evident. I did not hide anymore. As soon as the service was gone, my good girl clothes disappeared and I was almost naked, in her presence.Goa Escorts I had decided to seduce him, but no matter how much I showed myself to him and saw in his eyes, that he wanted me, he could not make up his mind. Knowing that it was a war in which I had to make my beloved enemy forget his wife, I did not despair. "You will be mine!" It was one night when Manolito began to cry asking for his milk and in which, since I was really tired, I did not hear it, when everything accelerated. Upon hearing the cries of the kid, my uncle woke up and entered my room with him in his arms, he approached me. I was so asleep that I took the child and lying on the bed, I started breastfeeding. His father, without asking me permission, lay down next to me and watching the baby cling to my tit, with a tender voice, he said: -It is beautiful. I smiled when I saw him resting his head on the pillow and without caring about his presence, I finished feeding the baby. After changing the diaper, I turned and discovered that Manuel had fallen asleep and decided not to miss the opportunity, I lay down next to him. My uncle did not know about it and he continued to sleep, so I could stick to his body which was what I had wanted for months. I did not know how much time passed but suddenly, I noticed that he was hugging me and gently stroking my hair. Not wanting to break that moment, I kept making myself asleep, enjoying her caress. His fingers slid down my hair and trying not to wake me, he separated a little. As if I kept dreaming I protested and I hit him with my eyes closed. When I felt his hard cock pressing against my buttocks, I thought I was dying but I kept still so as not to discover that I was awake. My uncle kept waiting for a few seconds and then, I noticed how he separated the top part of my nightgown. Not wanting to scare him, I did not move. I wanted to turn around and let him make me his own but I should not anticipate. A few minutes later, I noticed his hands opening my robe. Excited, I kept my eyes closed as her hand slid down my neckline and gently engulfed my chest. The nipple that two hours before had given to suck his son, received his caress already hard. I had to bite my lips to keep a howl from coming out of my throat but I could not prevent my body trembling with desire slightly. And when I felt that pressing his penis against my ass, Manuel began to move a little, I thought I was dying of happiness. The fever that ran through his body made him less cautious and although I was afraid he would wake me up, he grabbed a tit while a moan came from his throat. By then, my heart seemed to come out of my chest: I wanted to turn around and tell him to make me his own but fear prevented me. But feeling that by lowering his hand, I lifted my nightgown leaving my ass in the air and his fingers caressing my buttocks, I could no longer and hitting him, I sighed with pleasure. Scared, he separated from me and got out of bed. Realizing that he would never go overboard if he let her go, I got up and asked him: -Manuel, do not go! The smile of my lips and the love with which I looked at him, finished sweeping his prejudices and returning to my side, he kissed me. I opened my mouth and let his tongue play with mine, while one of his hands caressed my breasts. Already thrown, I finished undressing and putting my breast in his mouth, I let the father suck as his son had done so many nights. -I love you! - I exclaimed to feel his tongue in my aureolas. If when the baby fed, my body trembled with tenderness, to notice my uncle's mouth sucking from my breasts, I went crazy and screaming, I implored that I needed to be his. The one that up to that moment considered me his niece let his hand slip through my skin until it reached my ass. When I feel his fingertips shamelessly caressing my buttocks, I noticed that my pussy was overflowing with pleasure and sticking his sex to mine, I insisted he take me. Manuel, seeing my need, smiled and delicately separated my knees. Aware that there was no going back, he looked at me as if asking permission. I confirmed my disposition with my eyes, after which my dear and beloved uncle, crouched down between my legs. I sighed as I felt his tongue approaching his target and like a sow in heat, I begged him to hurry. Accustomed to his wife and knowing that a woman enjoys more the slower they love her, contrary to my wishes, she entertained herself by fiddling with the edges of my button before conquering it. Completely horny, I pressed my head with my hands, forcing the contact of her mouth against my crotch. Upon perceiving my fever, he decided to prolong my suffering and slow down his maneuvers, increased my anguish: -I beg you: **** me! - I shouted out of me- I urge you to be yours! It was then when competing with his mouth, my fingers took over my clitoris and I started to masturbate. With his goal occupied, he penetrated me with his tongue and savored my flow, he realized that I was about to cum. Determined to exploit my excitement, he ran a finger along my sphincter and began to relax it with gentle circular movements. When I experienced the triple stimulus, I did not resist anymore and writhing on the sheets, I reached the orgasm giving so many screams that I feared that my bellows would awaken the baby. -I run! - I howled as posesa. Stirring my desire, he finished putting his finger in my ass while using his tongue to pick up part of the fruit that flowed from inside me. -Can not be! - I screamed to feel that one by one my defenses were crumbling before his attack and trembling on the bed, I left a puddle, clear sign of the ecstasy that had subjugated her. Tucking and sticking his tongue out of me, Uncle got a crushing victory and only when I prayed with tears in his eyes he took me, only then, taking his penis between his hands, and while looking into my eyes, forced my entrance to a just push. He did not even need to move: when he felt my duct occupied and his glans crashing against the wall of my vagina, I ran and stuck my nails on his back, I demanded that he **** me. -Do you like niece? - As he felt my flow running down his legs. -Iiiiii, Uncle! Call me whatever you want but do not stop fucking me! - Babe turned into a bitch. She did not take long to pay attention to it and giving her hips an increasing speed, she stabbed my sex without respite. Dominated by lust, I responded to each incursion with a moan, so that my room filled with my screams. -God! Do not stop! - I screamed. The delivery that I showed him, far exceeded his expectations and seeing that I was about to ejaculate in my interior I asked him not to do it because I could get pregnant. "Is not that what you want?" I asked pinching a nipple. "Would not you like to give a brother to Manolito?" "Yes!" I shouted and, ignoring the scandal we would cause if I got pregnant, I let him sow my fertile seed with his seed. My last orgasm, the most intense, coincided with his. My pussy convulsed around his cock, which without proper protection threw cannon shots of pleasure into me.
 
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