I’ve been looking for the person who is compatible with my way of seeing sex for twenty-something years. I never found her, at least someone I considered marrying. As you can guess with more than forty I am single. Not to mention having offspring or starting a family.
I like lassive, morbid, lustful, wet sex. But to fall very short in that aspect in my youth, now people spend fifteen villages. As if we were in the seventeenth century and there was still slavery, everyone has been given for submission and sado. And when they take out a whip or a whip or I defend myself or I run away, depending on whether they want to use it with me or that I give them with it.
I have had relationships, more or less long, but in most women with a missionary and going back to sleep had enough. That when they weren’t to look at me and don’t touch me. So perfect that they would melt if you put a finger on them. In general, less physically graceful girls were more willing to the type of sex that I like, but I have not managed to adapt to them sometimes because they only did it to please me and that I did not leave them. And others because they did not have enough with me and they were the ones who left me in search of more cocks or whips.
It is clear that my thing is to stay very short or pass by.
I’ve also been with prostitutes, but not even most of them had the imagination I was looking for. They just gave a blowjob as simple as possible, they lay down or got on all fours and moaned hoping that I would run as soon as possible. And when they had that point of morbidity, of lasciviousness he tried to repeat with them until he lost sight of them. After all, none of them were looking for any kind of relationship.
Some of them were transsexual. I was looking for them on purpose, I have already said that I like lassive sex so seeing a cock on a woman’s body made me very hot. But I never got to know any transvestite who wasn’t a whore. If I had found a girl with a cock and we would have met without having to pay for her favors I would still be with her now. But it didn’t happen. Or meeting her by paying and then she would have wanted another kind of relationship with me. It never came to fruition.
With boys or men I did not manage to have any complete relationship, I mean lasting, but many escarceos. I have not come to consider myself bisexual, the most curious thing. Not because I didn’t want it, but because something similar to what happened with girls happened to me. Some the only thing they look for in another man is the cock ignoring the rest of the body and those who were looking for more… they didn’t have enough with me. They also wanted whips that I was not willing to accept.
But I was curious enough not to back down if in any of the visits to pubs of atmosphere. If I found a guy or a man I wanted to have sex with or something else. And if that feeling was mutual of course. So I got some sex, good sex, great blowjobs and quite a few times I got fucking asses. In fact the first time I did it was with a guy and not with a girl. They must have seen me very straight and active when I visited those clubs. Although I would have dared to experiment with my own anus, no one ever asked me.
And all that, that long explanation, to get to the current situation. I’ve searched dating apps and contact pages, browsing rather. That didn’t seem like a good solution either. The media is looking for a partner for life and their way of seeing sex is very traditional. Or quite the opposite, the other half spends a lot, looking for leather, ties, pain, submission, scat, zoo things that do not excite me or repel me directly. In the middle is virtue.
I had been talking for a season with videos and stories and an occasional visit to a club that was enough to appease my livid. I still couldn’t find that ideal, vicious, leutful prostitute to be a regular customer of.
I finally thought I found what I’ve been looking for, it’s a woman, the ex-wife of a former co-worker. We met again years after we were introduced at a company lunch and we got along right away. At the reunion she told me that she had divorced. Since I hadn’t seen her husband for a long time, I didn’t take charge of conscience to invite her to dinner.
Cristina is my age, voluptuous, she has a kilo left, well distributed, but not at all fat which leaves her a good scoupline, that is, a pair of good size tits, not to say huge. He has a wide hip and a beautiful hard and big ass. A long black mane like the wing of a crow that almost covers his buttocks when he wears it loose and blue eyes that could be the color of the sky if the sky had such a beautiful color.
But the best thing is not his physique that is already spectacular, but his lasciviousness, his way of seeing sex. His desire to enjoy everything, his skin and body and make me enjoy. Our relationship soon deepened as soon as we discovered the things we both liked.
Already on the first date, playfully showed me one of her nipples in an oversight of the waiter. He wet a finger in the wine glass and was playing with the halo until he put it very hard. I hallucinated but I loved that lasciviousness and I would stick out my tongue as if I were licking it. We were at those games until the waiter came back and had to hide the so as not to provoke the wrong guy.
The first time I knelt between her thighs and she ran into my mouth, she pulled me to kiss her with her taste on my lips. Any other girl I had tried that with before had withdrawn her face without leaving her lips, claiming that she was not a lesbian. Cristina instead searched my mouth with her tongue for every remnant of her juices and my saliva.
The same thing happened when it was the other way around and my lefa in his mouth ended in a lustful kiss in which our tongues played with the liquid. The second time she ate her pussy, the league passed through her anus and she writhed with pleasure asking her tongue and fingers to be nailed from behind. And a little later with the cock, as I had already practiced that exercise with boys I was quite sure of myself. That I could dilate it and she confirmed to me that I made her enjoy, that it didn’t hurt at all.
And I was more impressed when without any sign of disgust she began to do it to me. When she stuck her tongue in my anus I wanted more, so excited I would get and she would fuck me with her fingers without any rejection. My cock was like a stone when I felt how on all fours she fucked my ass and sucked my eggs at the same time. In the end I ran like never before watering his face with my lefa. Then I would kiss her pick up my semen with my tongue and take it to her mouth where we shared it in lustful kisses.
There was no part of our bodies that we didn’t enjoy, that we didn’t caress or lick. I love licking the careful fingers of her feet and she sucks the big toes of mine looking into my eyes with lasciviousness like when she did it with my cock. Licking her armpits tickling her and waiting for the moment she did it to me.
We love to play with lingerie and costumes, fucking with sexy clothes gives a point of morbidity to sex.
We have even considered making a trio, we both have that bisex point that would make us enjoy with a third person of any gender, but if it has taken more than twenty years to find a person with whom to be comfortable making love, are we going to take another twenty to find a third?.
Sometimes we do some exhibitionism. This summer we have gone out to nudist beaches and we have shown off in chopped ball before strangers. Strangers who just looked, but did not enter us. Or being in a bar sliding my hand between her thighs under her skirt and finding out she hadn’t put on a t-t tny, my fingers wet from her flows stroking her clitoris in the middle of people. Trying to make sure that no one notices but when I take my hand out of such a hot nest I lick my finger… or give it to lick her who did it by putting on a face of vice.
All that used to end up in my apartment because there we were alone and we could unleash our passion without disturbing anyone. She lived with her son, Marcos. A nice boy of ten and eight years. A slip of youth prior to her marriage to my former co-worker and likely cause of her divorce. I had introduced it to myself, we had had dinner together and the three of us had some excursion in my car together. I got along well with him.
He is handsome as you can only be at that age thin and very very sexy. Moreno and with the same rapturous eyes of his mother. We liked each other. If in my time of experimentation I had found a boy like him I would have become gay and eaten it whole. I would have sucked it whole like the candy it was.
But he was with his mother. It would have been very bad if I had tried to hook it up. And more without knowing if he likes men. Even knowing that his mother is as perverted as I am. Maybe even more than me and I would soon find out how much qq.
One night we had gone out for dinner, then a few drinks. She hadn’t put on a bra under her shirt, which started to mark her nipples as soon as it grazed my cock. I could barely separate my hands from her breasts as soon as I thought no one was looking at us. He pinched her nipples and made them even harder. No tread under her skirt, which allowed me to do some mischief between her wet lips throughout the afternoon.
He kissed and licked his thin neck licking his soft skin, pushing away his mane. The heat we were catching was important and it just so happened that his apartment was closer. In the elevator I managed to lift her shirt and eat her tits that I liked so much. Her hands held her under her neck to let me do it. He took it down when we arrived at his plant only to take it off at all as soon as we passed the door of his house.
We hadn’t thought anything about where Mark would be, we had completely forgotten in the outburst of passion. Biting us with lasciviousness and a lot of saliva by the front door. With my hands lost on his bust we began to hear noises inside the house. He could not be anyone but his son but at that time what was he awake? Playing video games? Watching a movie? Either the movie was porn or the boy had company judging by the sighs and groans coming out of the room.
She put a finger on my lips so that it would not make noise, which I took advantage of to kiss them to which she responded with a mischievous smile.
I imagined what he intended and I wasn’t sure that invading the kid’s privacy was a good idea. But at the end of the day she was his mother.
The guy thinking that Cristina would stay to sleep with me had decided to bring guests. She held my hand and we silently walked down the hallway towards the semi-open door. It did not have much light but with which there was enough to see the interior of the room.
Marcos a young man with a body as beautiful as his was making a black kiss of anthology. Judging by his moans he had to be as good as his mother made me. Sitting against the headboard of her bed, a young blonde of the same age and quite beautiful looked at them with a vice face as she held a finger.
More than twenty years looking for a person like me and it seems that he had found two, maybe four if I counted Marcos’ naked friends.
According to what his mother now thought to do. At first I was watching the beautiful spectacle behind the half-open door with my eyes like plates and one hand between her thighs, with my skirt pulled up to my powerful ass and the other hand clinging to my very hard cock. Above his mane I could also see everything, which was taking me to the edge of the run right there in the hallway.
Having it wide open and lubricated, the friend pushed Marcos a little to place his head between the blonde’s turned thighs so that he could do with his tongue what she was doing with her fingers. At the same time he would sit up and kneel between the legs of what I already considered my stepson would bring his very hard cock to the ensalivado anus and begin to fuck him.
We thought they hadn’t noticed the peeps they had completely excited but the young woman looked up and saw us through the crack in the door. At first he had a slight startle but soon realized the state we were in and smiled mischievously at us without any of the boys noticing the whole situation.
She began to caress her breasts and gently pinch her nipples in our honor. Because of the face he had, he should not need much more excitement. Marcos must have been striving with the league in his.
Smiling back and kissing her fingers, we carefully closed the door and went to Cristina’s bedroom where we gave free rein to our passion. Our moans began to rival those of the beautiful trio. Thanks to the thin wall we could hear each other perfectly from one bedroom to the other.
Their moans stopped for a moment that due to the scare, but the blonde had to explain the situation and after a while an explosion of new sighs made a chorus to ours. Marcos also had to tell his friends that we were quite fiery.
We finished undressing each other, she with the sensuality that characterizes her and I with a little more haste to have her body within reach of my mouth. At one point I kissed her generous breasts and nibbled very carefully on her dark, large nipples.
She didn’t lose much more time and had my cock caught as soon as she got rid of my pants and twearing a boy’s twearing. He caressed her gently so that she would not run me right away and putting one of her little hands on my chest she pushed me to the bed. I saw her intentions, she wanted to ride me.
But as I expected something she knocked me down so that she could see the door of the room instead of turning her back on her. So we were pierced in the wide bed. First he squatted on my face. It was clear for him to eat his vulva and anus. So she wanted her first orgasms in bed. Some of them took me by the advantage during the afternoon on the street. Since I had gone out without a t-trown I had been able to caress her clitoris without hindrance every time no one was looking at us.
As she raised her hip on my pubes and slowly dropped herself by sticking my cock into my pussy. He didn’t take his eye off the door expecting from one moment to the next to have spectators. He turned his back to me to watch the entrance. He moved slowly with my hands glued to his powerful buttocks, I wanted to make it long, to last.
Sure enough, soon after, noises were no longer heard in the next room. They didn’t worry much about concealing their steps down the hall. A few seconds later the three of them were peeking at our door. They were still naked and very close so as not to miss a single detail.
His mother raised her arms and crossed them behind her head. That lifted her already beautiful breasts and discovered her soft armpits well shaved. He kept moving his hips fucking my cock. We looked at each other with faces of vice.
Cristina gestured to them to come to us. Excited and curious they came very close so as not to miss detail. While the blonde stood between our thighs and brought her face closer to united pubic museums. So much so that it came to rub my eggs and Cristina’s clitoris with her tongue. A calambrazo ran down my spine from the testicles to the base of the skull.
The boys instead stood by our sides which allowed me to stroke their cocks. They had arrived at rest but it hardly took them long to stand firm between the show and my caresses. I gently pulled them to my face so I could lick them. As they kissed I alternated each tail inside my mouth.
We were all together, naked and scrambled and I didn’t know if any perverse mind had conspired to reach that result. For me perfect. Cristina got off me to leave the place for the young woman. While they were kissing the girl was sticking my cock. She claimed the attentions of the two boys who next to us began to caress her.
At my fingertips my lover on all fours received in the ass the turnip of her son’s friend at the same time that she dedicated to this one of her masterful blowjobs. I had in one hand one of her tits and in the other one of the blonde’s. There were hands everywhere caressing and seeking more excitement from others.
Mark leaned over enough to kiss me. His playful tongue ran through my mouth crossing mine in our first kiss. He was convinced that it would not be the last. Her friend leaned on my chest pinching my nipples or caressed Cristina’s son’s back.
We all continued until we ran as we were. Moans, sighs, and more than one scream filled the room. There was no need for anyone to speak, the explanations would come later. It was time to rejoice. as we ran away we fell into bed mixed without stopping kissing or caressing whatever we had closest.
Cristina and the girl looked for themselves to continue kissing and giving their finger on their. And Marcos gave a magnificent black kiss to his mother collecting his friend’s semen coming out of his anus.
-Will you stay to sleep?
And that was the first of many nights they stayed overnight. And I didn’t go back to my flat either, but to pick up some things.