Being around town, with various "stuff", I remember the promise I made to Alice, regarding the treatment of the dear young lady's ass, so if I'm still in the area, I stop at a sex shop. the store - I've never been here before.
As I am too old to be ashamed, if ever, I ask the seller, because he is one, about the product that interests me. He comes and puts various models of schoolbags on my stall, but, I have no idea why, I am inspired by something that, if it were a sculpture, would make me think of Brâncuși's column of infinity. The difference is that here the elements are spherical and the "toy" is no more than twelve centimeters, excluding the handle, intended to recover the object from the anal cavity. The seller tells me that it is a tool that gives great sensations, especially if it is extracted and orgasmic moments, with an enthusiasm that, of course, makes me believe that ... the boy knows the "problem" from his own experience ...
I have nothing to do with them, it's just their ass, not mine! ... The only thing that bothers me is the idea of ... "parade". Dad, do what you want, how you want, with whom you want, except rape and pedophilia, but don't brag about this thing in public! ... I'm not a churchgoer, but I'm a Christian and ... I'm proud of this thing! ... POINT!
I buy the object, without commenting on the price, then I see my way. As I "relax", I call "Alice PZD" who, as usual, rejects my call, then, almost instantly, addresses me with: "text".
I'm a little squeamish, so I send him a text: "I have something for your ass" He replies, relatively quickly: "baguette to you, like I have the job" Fuck her! ... I'm on my way.
In about three hours, I receive a text: "Are you upset?" I'm already at home on TV, so I keep watching my news program, as if nothing happened. I get, "Tomorrow, at ten, can you?" I just don't feel like answering. Around three in the morning I hear, the phone being charged, that I received another message. I take advantage of the fact that my wife sleeps "concrete" and I go to see who, what and how. It's also from Alice PZD: "Are you still alive?" I answer: "No, do it, I'm dead!" Answer, very quickly: "Do your pussy go crazy" It's my turn: "Grammar, do it, you've been to school!" He sends me an angry emoticon. text: "I'm busy not seeing my head, and you, don't let me sleep at night!"
He managed to upset me: "Sleep, love, on the Tutankhamun model, because I don't bother you anymore!" And, if I still get to this, I give him a "block".
So, I spend about three days in peace and quiet, then, one morning, when I leave my yard with my own and personal car, I find that there is a well-known car less than thirty meters away. It's Alice's wonderful service car. I pass by, apparently without looking at her. He comes back, like in the police movies with chases and ... he practically sticks to the bottom of my car ... I start playing, braking, repeatedly, to exasperate her, then, as my gearbox has the mode "Sport", I go to an acceleration of leaving her ... a little far, back. She may have been talented, but I am also a boy raised on the bank of Dâmbovița, in the capital ... I have something to comment on, that it beats everything that can be European, without any nausea ... Finally, I slip into an alley, I park and, sprinting, I go down. , a bit clumsy:
- What do you want me to forget?!? ...
I look at her, "full eye contact", cruel:
- On your knees, spoiled!
She's really stupid! ... She's on her knees! ... I take two steps forward and grab her by the scalp:
"Come to you, you bastard, I don't feel like making fun of you!"
He looks at me, in pain, as if:
- Do you want me to suck it, here? ... Do you want to fuck me, here? ... Do you want to undress me, here? ... Do you want to beat me, kill me, here? ... Do it ! I do not oppose! ...
Something is definitely happening! ... Either I'm crazy or she's "gone!" ...
Likewise, looking at her harshly:
- To you! ... When I arrive, be washed and ready to perform! ...
It is clear:
- It's done, boss, to live! ...
"Go to the cunt, you whore!"
- I'm going, live! ...
She returns to the car, then disappears.
From the yard next to the place where I parked, a guy is coming out, about forty years old. It is addressed to me, clearly, as there are no other people present on the street:
- Dude, if I had one of these, I'd be in front of her! ...
No comment. I get behind the wheel and see my way. Arriving in front of Alice's block, I get off and extract from the "secret" compartment of the car the wonderful dildo I bought.
I'm greeted by Joe Dassin - not the man, just his music.
I ask her:
- Do you still have whiskey?
He runs to the kitchen, from where he returns with a bottle of cold Ballantines. He places it on the table, then pulls out two glasses from the library. Helpful, she pours into glasses. I'm kidding:
- Who told you you were allowed to drink?!? ...
Surprised, she leaves her glass on the table. I grab mine and put the contents down my throat. I tell:
- Now, you're allowed!
- I wanted to get lucky ...
- I don't get lucky with people who follow me! ...
She bursts into tears:
"Do you think I didn't catch you blocking my number?"
- Aha, so that call came from you, which, after I answered, was interrupted.
She cries even louder, nodding in the affirmative. I light a cigarette:
"Come on, pour me some more so I can forgive you and give you luck."
He pours me, his hands trembling. We are lucky, then we each take care of our glasses and cigarettes. I tell him:
- After you finish the cigarette, go to the slit.
That's all he needed! She extinguishes, as if angry, the cigarette in the ashtray and then, eagerly, takes off her nightgown, or fur, whatever it is. It looks a lot like the one I saw her wearing, except it's a pale pink, not a blue one. He gets rid of the textile on the couch, then, sluggishly, not anyway, he gets down on his knees in front of me and takes off my shoes, then undoes my trouser belt, slit, giving me a pleading look. I know what he wants. I get up and let her pull on my pants and panties, then help her take them off, raising one leg at a time.
She puts her hand, finely, on my abdomen, guiding me to sit back, then, as she unbuttons my shirt, from the bottom up, she makes my cock disappear into her mouth so skillfully. I throw another malice at him:
"If you want, I'll get you a guy who's closer to you and you don't have to pay."
Astonished, she leaves my cock alone:
- What do you mean, do you want to share me?
- Not love, but it seems that our dialogue on the street had a witness. A four-year-old guy who told me, without me asking him, that if he had a girl like you, he would be in front of her.
"And what did you tell him?"
- I got behind the wheel and started.
Smile:
- So you can be jealous ...
laugh:
"Not love, but what's the point of having a conversation with him?"
She is silent, moving on to the activity she is so good at. I get rid of the hats on me too, then, if I'm still with my cock "like hair", I grab Alexandra by the tuft, instructing her to get up. I get up too, taking her hand on the blonde splendor, and with the other hand the black and discreet bag in which I brought "Brâncuși's column". When I get to the bedroom, I tell her that I need the "smart" anal cream, to have it on hand, plus some napkins. Before that, however, I show her my purchase from plafar, an anal cream for treating hemorrhoids, with propolis and buds. I unseal the tube and put a drop on my fingertip. After checking the cream, wipe it with a napkin, confirming that we can try.
- It's expensive?
"Just a few larks, love."
He starts laughing:
- And I who gave a lot of euros! ... And it has no healing properties! ...
I say to him, laughing:
- Come on, get your ass kicked, let's get to the practical part.
He sits on his elbows and knees, then, turning his face to me, in a pleading voice:
"Speaking of beating, are you still beating me up?"
- Ass they say!
Simultaneously with the observation, I begin to articulate it. Loud. He lifted a hand from the bed and carried it, under his belly, on purpose. She rubs her lick hard, because I can see her from behind, commenting:
- Ahhhh! ... I feel you to the womb! ... Beat me! ... That's it! ... Tarrre! ... To the womb! ...
A threat:
- Wait and see what cocks in your uterus pull!
"I can't wait, my dear asshole!"
I have already significantly reddened both parts of her ass, but unfortunately all this confusion made my erection decrease. It's soft, what more ...
I stop, knowing that Alexandra, already, after the exercises with the lick and the palms applied, had an orgasm, then I take the hemorrhoid healing cream and apply a consistent amount on the rosette of the ass. Immediately, I put my hand on the "column of infinity" and begin the penetration. Arriving with the last ball inside, I take it in my hands again. Alice comments:
- You don't have a dick, do you?
- I didn't, because she got small, scared, seeing how much your ass beats! ...
- Finish me like this once more, so that after that, you can see what the fuck I'm shooting at you! ... Come on, beat me! Tare! ... Tarrrrreeeee! ....
The truth is that I beat her badly, even thinking that I am taking revenge for what happened the past few days and today, but, clearly, Alice is excited and ecstatic, rubbing her index finger as if she wants to get rid of him. Of course, the consequence also intervenes, and Alice lets herself fall on the bed, on her belly. With his head to one side, he addresses me:
- Come and kiss you.
As I know what he wants, I lie down, much higher, on the bed, to one side, pulling Alice by the back of the neck, to bring her with my mouth to my dick. Sometimes he likes to do "still life" by letting himself be totally passive, on my will. He stands like a cow, as I say, with his mouth open and his tongue down, to one side, and I, to take her out of this state. , that I know it is possible, I put my thumb in her mouth, while with the others I lift her jaw close to her jaw, and with my index finger and thumb from the other hand I grab her nose. he breathes only on his ears, if he knows how to play, he bites me, playfully, with his finger in his mouth, then bursts out laughing, "rising". He tells me:
- Come on, I'll make it concrete for you, because I can't wait to move my uterus! ...
It doesn't take more than a minute for it to do as I was told, "concrete," then, crumbling, it puts its hand on a pillow and, as it is particularly elastic, turns on its back, He jumped his ass off the bed and put his pillow in, then, with his ass on the pillow, raised his legs, grabbing his ankles.
- Come on, Daddy, fuck the girl!
Following the drum drills on the ass, plus the torment of the turkey, Alice turns out to be not wet, but flooded! ... They start penetrating, simultaneously with the pressure of the turkey with the thumb. I'm just over halfway into Alice's pussy with my cock. when it shakes. Comment:
- Dude! ... You're making me dust! ... Don't stop! ... Kill me, because I like mooooooorrrrrrrrrrrr! ... Grrrrrr! ... Ahhhhh! ... How good you are to me! ...
I help her prop her soles on my pectorals, then, bending over and squeezing her, I lean heavily on her, literally moving her uterus from its place. He gasps, moans, squeaks, comments:
- Don't stop! ... Kill me! ...
I also change the position of the legs, adopting the position of the Sumo fighter. I want to be able to reach, from behind, between my legs, to the tool handle in Alice's ass, because I want, at the first orgasm that she will surely have, to test what the salesman from the sex shop told me. I warn you:
"Let me know when you want to let go."
She is, from what I feel, surprised and curious:
- Okay, but why?
"You'll see, you naughty bastard!"
He's arguing with me:
"I'm a jerk, but I'm not a jerk, because I'm at home."
Is right.
- Okay, spoil! ...
-That's the idea! I'm sure I'm broken, including you! ...
I can't give him a reply anymore, because he announces to me:
- See I'm coming!
comment:
- Wine, beer, whiskey, vodka, brandy, plus others ...
At the same time, my hand got to the right place and I took his ass off with the new toy. He rolls his eyes, then, as he stutters, giggles, squeaks, pulls out all sorts, plus the comment:
"I feel like I'm going to die! ... That's it!" I'm dead! ... I'm dead! ... You can call for salvation! ...
The thing is, I feel pretty close too, and since I don't want to get bored, or get bored of her, I decide to become sadistic. I ask her:
- Does your washing machine work?
- You're crazy?!? How not?!? It is in perfect condition! ..
He realizes that some wheels don't roll even round:
- But what?...
I won't let her finish:
- Vomit today! Even if you want to, even if you don't want to! ...
He doesn't say anything anymore. Close your eyes and stay with them like that. I get out of her pussy, I get up on her chest with my ass, then, in a kind of combination, I approach the cock of the mirobolanta with my cock, while, with one hand, placed behind the bitch's head, I force her to take it, deep , in the throat. She protests, raises her hands, but I warn her:
"Don't you dare, I'm leaving and I never want to see you again!" Puke!
Meanwhile, with the other hand, I start to enter Alice's pussy. I'm already with three fingers in her vagina and squeezing. In the attic, Alice had already begun to drown in her own vomit. I hate it, but I also enjoy what I do to them. I suppose that, after such a treatment, she will know how to be extremely respectful, or, on the contrary, she will revolt. I do not know. For now, my cum mixes with Alice's vomit. I'm not wasting my time. I get out of bed, as tall as I am, then, holding my cock full of zoa with my hand, I go to the bathroom. The "village villain" also appears, with her chin and breasts full of zoo and her eyes in tears. I look at her, with force:
- Come on, get in the tub, let me wash you, you bastard!
It is clear to me that he is crying, even with a roar, but he is complying. I'm willing to make, as they say, peace, so I put the shower on him, aiming directly at the top of his head. He dropped to his knees, grabbing my leg:
- Don't leave me! ... Don't abandon me anymore! ... I don't ask you much! ... Let me be a part of your life too! ...
I don't comment, but I shake hands, she manages, shampooing her hair. I apply all my techniques to him so much confirmed, so much so, that ... “how good it is.” Since he has already calmed down, I move on to the rest of my body, then, after rinsing myself, I get out of the tub. and I wipe quickly, then approach alice's so tasty body.
Arriving in the living room, after pouring some whiskey into glasses - I don't protest anymore, knowing it doesn't make sense - looking into my eyes, he says:
- You have no idea how much I would like to have a child together ...
Hurry:
"That wouldn't imply any obligation on your part!"
laugh:
- Sister, are you on contraception?
- Normal! That we just do it unprotected! ...
I laugh even harder:
- Should I take out my identity card, that is, the "bolintin" so that you can contemplate the year of my birth?!? ...
She's serious:
"Let there be more cases!"
I smile:
- I know, baby, but I ... I don't have a driver.
He bursts out laughing:
- You're a jerk, not a serious man! ...
I pause for a moment, then slowly change the subject:
"What's your little ass doing, you little bastard?"
Laugh:
- I took out my toy, but it was ... it was! ... It was, it was it! ...
After a break:
"If you do that to me, I certainly don't have much to live for!"
I tell her what inspired me, and Alexandra comes up with the idea:
- That's it! We call him Brâncuși!
laugh:
- Baby, I don't know if you know, but Brâncuși was a big futangiu ...
Upset:
- You know what? You would be giving yourself old, but, historically speaking, not to mention the geographical part, how do you know how Brâncuși was?!?
It's the moment I get upset:
- Because our generation has read and still reads, those who still shade the earth!
He jumps off the couch and hugs my knees:
- Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me! ... I'm a fool! ... I don't want to argue anymore! ...
He stroked her head, even though his hair was still wet:
- Love, one of Brâncuși's "episodes" was Maria Tănase. My father was friends with Mărioara. Don't ask me how close you are, because, at that time, I was much too small, but big enough to notice that my mother didn't like the closeness between my father and the famous singer at all ...
He looked me in the eye:
- How do you want, Simple Brâncuși, or Brâncuși futangiul?
- Brâncuși, baby, because the rest is implicit! ...
I help her up from the floor and kiss her.
Maybe IT WILL FOLLOW
