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Wish you enjoy ~* Lilith. --------------- Marco and I were inseparable as children. Our mothers were good friends, and became best friends when they separated from their husbands. Their meetings were frequent, they both loved to meet at night to drink and speak badly of men in general. Meanwhile the two of us ran through the house and played almost everything. We were the reason they met, or so i thought, at the time I had no idea the real reason we met was Marco.
While mom was a completely normal person, Marco's mother was a very eccentric person, different of everyone I knew. One day I was lost in the market's parking lot and an eight year old Marco found me, brought me to her and she kept trying to make me stop crying insistently until I stoped.
His mother loved me since we met and I couldn't figure why. When she brought me to my mother they turned into friends very fast, as Marco's mother tried really hard to let us two playdate once in a while, I learned to love them both.
When our mothers got separated from their husbands we became something like a family. Even in school it was like that. We studied together and while the teachers thought it was cute the way the tall and handsome young boy with deep black eyes and hair always walked along the green eyed little brunettethe other students just bothered us. Luckily for me, the sensitive and fragile one, Marco was always stronger than other boys, so in the end no one could approach me viciously without receiving a nice punch.
Once beaten by Marco they never tried anything again. He always was extremely strong and used to be called at the principal's office a lot he was the reason a lot of bruised boys were heading to the nursery. He used to be calm only when he was with me, with anyone else he used to be rough and lost his temper easily, half of the times ended badly. But I didn't care. We were happy that way, practiced sports together - he was unbeatable - and, living in the coaster little town of Ceu Azul, we went to the beach almost every spring and summer days and I always got surprised by the way he never got tan, like he was immune to sun burns… Actually I always thought he kept hidden an ultra sunblock to himself.
Teen plays with pussy on webcam xxx i always knew that the ordinances performed in the was really fond of shadows and stood under beach umbrellas for as long as he cold, but still… Stayed flawlessly white all the time. The years went by, we were growing and our mothers left or mutual affection overshadow what was happening right under their roofs.
Marco and I formed some kind of sensual ballet based in the exchange of glances and non touching proximity the extent to which our bodies were developing. He was getting even taller and broad shoulders emerged from nowhere, while my breasts were growing and my body was developing, and with all that intimacy, we could both stare amazed as it was happening, but we never done anything that could be objectionable because we grew up like brother and sister.
But chemistry was always there. I was only twelve years old and when ever I approached him I had this weird but exciting feeling, it was always in my mind since I figured out what the word boyfriend really meant.
But as it should be, nothing really happened. Until one day when I was thirteen and he was fourteen, playing a modern video game he had won as a gift, in his marvelous bedroom - his mother always had a lot more money than mine - in the second floor of his house, we started betting games. We played lying on huge pillows and I had already won four matches, making him angry, mainly because I was mocking him every time I won.
Sometimes he really had a bad time trying to figure things related to common relationships or what others should be expecting of him, like he was from another planet, not talking about predicting other's next movements… And that was strictly the case. Then after a moment listening to madison ivy live babe sex on livegonzo mothers laughing downstairs he looked seriously at me and said: "This time I'll win." Looking at me with a mixture of anger and defiance.
"Okay, let's see." I said laughing, and happened that none of us determined what would be the prize of the bet. So we start playing and I was really worried about his reaction if he lost. I didn't like when he got angry, and really didn't like to see him sad, so I intentionally let him win.
He jumped up, pointed his finger at me and poked me, I tried to ignore him. he then suddenly stoped and made a really weird expression while staring at me. "Leticia, get up, I need you standing to collect our bet." He said looking weird and I stood up.
I remember being dressing a loose white blouse and a blue school shorts with a yellow headband holding my long, smooth and chocolate brown hair, separating my fringe from the hair down the sides of my face. He blushed and looked apprehensive when stammered. "Show me your breasts ." That got me really surprised, making me sigh audibly. "You .
You want to see my breasts? Really?" I said getting even redder than he was. And he nodded really excited, but blushing. At that moment I felt many emotions going through me. I was ashamed and thought it as a wrong thing, but at the same time it made me so happy that he wanted to see me. I slowly lifted the front of my blouse. He was static and I could see his hands trembling, even more than mine.
So I undid the front of my bra and my small breasts bounced in front of him. I was holding my blouse with both hands, my forearms flanking my tits. He stared at me and I couldn't even imagine what went through his head. "They're beautiful . They are very beautiful." I heard him say as I looked down embarrased. Then he walked slowly, stopped in front of me - he was at least two feet taller than me gently grabbed my chin with his fingers, lifted my face and kissed me.
I almost fainted when his lips touched mine, he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me, and kissed a little harder. In some awkward way it seemed wrong, but yet so right .
He broke the kiss and asked with his face close to mine: "Can I touch you?" I nodded and he went his big hand down to my left breastwhich he held completely, college babes deeply fucked by big dicks then began to massage it, gently touching my nipple with his thumb. I was just feeling it, because I could not stop looking into his eyes, and for some reason, mine were wet.
He was hungering of discovery. I laced my hands around the back of his neck and stood tiptoed while I could feel his hands were groping all over my body and beneath my clothes, and I had no objection. I just experienced it the best way I could, while he was running through my most secret places with his fingers, with his hands, moving and caring enough to feel my trembling and hear my smooth moaning and act accordingly, reacting as I reacted, feeling me as long as he was sure I was comfortable with it.
Something inside was telling me I was his. I belonged to and with him. It was new to me and after that I figured that I liked it, being the focus of his desires. But my world collided with the hispid and cruel reality. None of us owned ourselves, to give ourselves to each other that way. That was the great and only moment we had, because less than a week after we discovered his mother had to leave country and was moving to the United States, going to New York.
It was the saddest moment of my life, watching them go. I barely could make through it. But as months and years passed, I was trying to manage my pain and my loss, and never met him again… So far.
. Four long years had passed. Our mothers have lost all contact, except for some sporadic phone calls and Christmas cards. I didn't got any taller, but my skin became a little darker, thanks to of living next to a beautiful beach, and despite being small, 5'1" only, my body is well developed, my waist tapered, my ass rounded.
Not to mention that my breasts began to attract attention, even more than I would like. It was hard to hide 34C breasts being shorty like I two hot girls need only one dick. On the beach they were a torment, all the boys used to glance at them, even those who tried to be polite.
But even though many, many chances I never got to date. The farthest I went was some kissing and making out every now and then but I rarely found myself with the same guy more than once or twice. There was something really wrong with me.
I even knew what it was, but could not admit to myself. The closest I came to having a relationship was with a guy called Ricky. He knew me from Marco's times, exxxtrasmall teen with braces gets fucked by huge cock with us for years and recently had become the most coveted young blonde in our college.
It turns out that for some reason, I ended up turning his primary objective. After being with several girls in high school he's got all his chips in me, like getting to me was some kind of challenge just because I didn't stay with anyone.
With the charisma he had and with all my friends striving I eventually succumbed and ended up dating him. He spent afternoons at my house helping me with my homework, which was easy for him as he was older, shared my house duties, gave me ride to school every day and could hide very well his lady's man side, which I've heard enough about. I even let him take liberties, such as touch me in some special places, but nothing was enough. He wanted to take me to bed and I, again, unable to understand - or accept - why, always denied.
So one day, when returning from a party, he was very drunk, started grabbing me in a rude way and even though I had let him grope my breasts and touch my pussy over my clothes it was not enough for him.
Ricky insisted until he could put his hand inside my pants and for a moment I let him. I was not enjoying it, not in that brutal manner which he touched my private parts, but being inexperienced I just tried to endure it. So he tried to put his fingers inside me.
I fought with all my strength to escape and luckily I managed to open the door and roll out of the car. He was angry, insulted me several times then left with the car screeching tires. The next day, upon arriving at college, I was ready to excuse him, after all, he was drunk and wasn't used to girls like me, who prefer to remain a virgin for no apparent reason. But when I got there everyone looked at me strangely, while some girls that hated me were laughing openly. So Sarah and Melissa, my friends, came to me and told that Ricky spread throughout the school he had taken me to bed, and although I seemed a good girl, I moaned like a whore.
I was devastated and started to cry immediately. Some of my friends came to console me as I tried to compose myself in the principal's office. I discovered that shortly after my friends cornered him and made him deny that absurd story.
After that I never talked to him again. Until the unexpected happened. Sarah, one of my best friends, the typical tall, blonde and popular girl, shallow but a really good person, came running to tell me that Marco had returned to the city. She was one of the few who knew how much I missed him.
Without wasting time I got ready and we left to the bar where she said she had seen him. And as soon as we got out of her car I saw him walking down the front stairs of the bar. He was incredibly taller now, his face was even more masculine, like it was composed of beautiful straight lines, he looked like some kind of greek god of strength. My heart started beating fast. I thought he had he seen me and came quickly to me, But completely different of what I imagined that would be our reunion after all this years, he didn't even look at me, just went fast to his truck and left.
I could not believe what just happened and apparently Sarah couldn't either. The disappointment must have been stamped on my face as she hugged me and was practically dragging me back to the car when a lot of people burst through the bar's door like they were looking for me. In no time I was told that he had beaten Ricky and not only that, he hit him one punch and people were calling an ambulance to help Ricky who probably had a lot of broken ribs.
I was trying to understand how could he do that, shatter bones with a single blow, while people were looking at me like I had something to do with it and, even that I wasn't paying any attention to them, Sarah insisted I went home to avoid any more problems and I did. She gave me a ride and I could see her checking on me occasionally, like she was trying to verify the impact of this evening events on me.
But I just looked really surprised, nothing else, and when we arrived she made me promise that I was staying home no matter what and said that in no time he should be here with me, because the little she knew him, she was sure he couldn't forget me either. What she said just motivated me to go to his house, that huge gray and amateur beauty banged after ballet smalltits european house that looked like a refined lookout.
I couldn't stand the feeling of having him so close nor the crushing feeling of him ignoring me, so I left a little note to mom and threw myself into the shadowed forest between our houses.
I run faster I could. Probably the police should be already looking for him. Ricky's father was an important figure in this city and what happened to him certainly wouldn't go unpunished. It was just a dark green and black blur passing through my eyes and the sound of smashing leafs and accelerated heartbeats while I was running. Until I heard my name. "Leticia." I heard the familiar but older voice calling me. I looked around just to see Marco staring at me through the trees a few steps away, standing in a clearing in the forest lit by the moon light.
"Marco." I muttered. I stepped into the clearing trying to understand what from mouth to anal invasion hardcore blowjob he doing there, stood still in the middle of nowhere, like he was expecting me to come find him. As I was completely in the clearing, when he could see me clearly, he stepped forward with insane strength, getting to me absurdly fast, a matter of half second or less.
My eyes were open widely. He was just in front of me and I barely could see him coming. I slowly looked up, and when I reached his face I saw only shadows. While I was thinking what to say after all this years he simply put his hands on my shoulders, making me shiver.
It was a dream disguised as a nightmare. Even in that weird situation I couldn't be happier than I was while feeling his huge hands touching me after all this time.
But something was different, very different. He tightened his grip over my shoulders and flipped me easily, making me turn in my heels, letting me backwards. It was a nightmare disguised as a dream. "M-Marco, what are you." I was saying as I felt he bending over me and crossing an arm over my neck and squeazing me against him. My back wasn't reaching no more than his abdomen. He had grown and got even taller since we were apart. But instead of saying how much he missed me, how hard it was being so far away from me or maybe say that he would never let me alone again.
He closed his arm around my neck and almost lifted me cheating muslim and french desperate arab woman fucks for money, while his other hand grabbed the front part of the blouse I was wearing and ripped it apart with a single pull. It sweet girl with amazing milk sacks cums on cam violent, the soft blue fabric stretching, making my back arc forward, and the sound of my clothes tearing.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed surprised and tried to get off his grip, but he lifted me by the neck, taking my feet off the ground.
I held his arm with my hands trying to share my weight and be able to breath and stopped squirming. I couldn't believe he was doing that to me. "You are mine, Leticia, and no one else." He said calmly, like all my weight in his left arm was nothing for him - and it really should be - and his right hand reached my bra, which he popped open just hooking his finger and forcing it's front part, making me arch again with his strenght. "Ugh!" My breasts bounced free in that cold night air and he lifted me even more, using his other arm too to not strangle me, until the back of my neck was near his right shoulder, then pressed me against him, pinning my neck and hands while his left hand subtly groped my left breast, my considerably big breast that was almost completely hidden by his hand, and mauled it hard.
I could feel his anxiety while doing it as I was sure he could feel me trembling scared in his arms. "A-Augh! Ma-Marco. Why are you doing this to me!!??" I managed to yell. He ignored me. Simply mauled my poor breast, stretching it from its base to the rigid nipple, making me squeal as pain rushed through my brain. He was insanely strong, I knew it, but feel him playing with my tit like it was a rubber toy. But even before I could beg him to stop, his hand already was elsewhere.
He ripped off the button of my jeans, broke the zipper and was forcing it down. "Marco don't! Please s-stop! Why are you doing--" He choked me and continued until my legs were undressed, then loosened my neck a bit so I could breathe, just to feel him holding the sides of my panties with mom sex sun ebony in hooked finger and tearing it up. "Aaaargh! Nooo Marco! Dooon't!" But he didn't listen, only stuck his fingers between my legs and started rubbing it slowly.
It was just uncomfortable, but suddenly something made him increase his rhythm and strength, until he was hurting me. "I can't believe you turned into this. I can't believe you forgot me this way." He muttered while I squealed in pain, his large fingers brutally sliding over and through my labia and petals, pressing against my virgin entrance.
"I-I nev-ver forgot y-you." I managed to say through all my cries and groans. And he clenched his arm again, cutting my air. "That's not what I heard. And that's not what I think. I'm raping you and you're completely wet. That's a whore behavior and that's what you are." He said gritting his teeth and then thrusted two of his fingers inside of me with no warning, no pity, no mercy.
"AAAAAAAAUGH!!!" I squirmed and bent forward as a rush of pain took place of my most intimate part. He stopped completely, like a thunder had hit him. Then slowly removed his fingers from me, while I struggled in agony. He lifted his hand where we both could see and it was stained. Stained with blood. "No. No!No!No!NO!" He screamed black cock missionary position creampie a monster, like his lungs were as strong as the rest of him.
So he lowered his arms, carefully turning me to him, holding me by my waist, my feet still far away from the ground, and looked at me as kindly as he used to. "Leticia. Leticia I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He said rubbing my teary cheeks and looking at me with that absolutely black eyes. I just let my trembling face rest in his hand. "It w-was Ricky, wasn't it?" I asked trying to endure the shivers and the pain I was feeling.
He simply nodded with grieve and regret stamped all over his face. "You a-always were terrible when it came to other people." "I can't believe you're still talking to me after what I've done." He said, his voice trembling as I've never heard before. "I simply lost control, I went crazy, I've hurt you. I've hurt you!" "Marco." I said looking at him trying to hold my tears "You can do whatever you want to me.
A-Anything. As long as you don't leave me again." He looked absolutely surprised, even amazed, then lowered his face near to mine and kissed me. We kissed during a long time, he was still lifting me by one of his arms holding my waist, my arms around his neck and his free hand all over my body.
Then he moved his hands to my legs and crossed them over his back, firmly holding my ass. We weren't kissing like unexperienced children anymore. We were kissing like lovers who wanted voraciously to be inside each other. And when it was already too much he held me fiercely, his face next to mine and our eyes connected, and I felt him moving under me, getting himself ready, then he slowly let my own weight force me against him.
I felt myself spreading, stretching to let him in. I groaned and closed my eyes, I didn't know how it should feel with a normal guy, but I was sure his member was huge like the rest of him, and it was hurting. A lot. "Augh. Aaaaugh." Even the tip hadn't entered yet and I was twisting in agony. I felt his forehead touching mine, like he was trying to comfort me, and he really eased it, lifting me a little so the pressure vanished.
But I didn't want rimi sen xxx sex story, I wanted him inside me, I wanted me to be his no matter the consequences. "Marco. Can you push me down?" I asked looking at him, feeling a single drop of sweat rolling down my brows and nose. "It will hurt." He said hesitatingly, caressing my back beneath my long light brown hair with one hand while the other was supporting me.
I don't know who you really are. I mean, what you are. But I'm certain that I want to be yours. I always wanted. I thought of you every single day in the last four years." I said feeling tears coming to my eyes "I think I can forgive every single thing you do to me today, so. I know you want me. Why don't you just take me." I managed to say looking at his collarbone and dildo play and squirting in the office his chest, as I was embarrased enough as to avoid his gaze.
I heard him gasp, his hands went down to my buttocks and I felt him grab them heavily. Then my eyes met his and I knew he would follow what he really wanted to do, exactly as I wanted. I felt myself stretching and almost ripping. "AAUUGH!" With a single downward movement he was strong enough to impale me on his member, easily getting through my virginal tightness and getting inside me.
The pain was excruciating. I sank my face in his chest trying to bear it, but after I knew I was already crying. My legs were shaking terribly, crossed through his back, and he stood quiet and still while caressing my hair, like waiting me get used with him inside me. It was almost killing me, but I was. happy. I could feel his dick throbbing two or three inches inside me. I was finally his.
Almost two minutes later I was able to look at him. He looked back, wiping my tears with his thumb. "Are you ready? Are you sure you wanna do this?
You are so tiny, so tight." Marco said. I nodded "I want you to have me. Please, just do it as you like and I'll like it too." My trembling increased, anticipating what was about to come. He forced me down slowly, reaching the most deeper parts of me, radiating a stinging and tingling sensation all the way inside me, making me squeal like I never did before and he held me tight, then some seconds later he lifted me until his penis was practically out of me, wich seemed to take an eternity, than sank into me again, just letting my weight drives me half size down his shaft "Uuugh".
And pushing me through the rest of his long and thick member, until I was completely stuffed again "Uuuuuuuugh!". And he repeated, and repeated, and repeated. I could feel even the most intimate parts of me stretching to let him get through and his rhythm was gradually increasing until the burning sensation was almost unbearable.
My screaming was echoing through the forest and some time later I started feeling completely numb, simply gazing at that night sky and that beautiful bright stars, watching me realizing my wildest dream, being completely used by the love of my life.
In some time he was losing control, reaching his climax, pushing me against his member with to much strength, doing me roughly, maybe roughier then I could resist, but my head was so light and the feeling was so intense that I just groaned and cried louder and louder, immersed in a sensation so strong that I wouldn't be able to describe if I try, feeling myself dripping, tearing, lots of pain was there, but pleasure was overwhelming.
Then his embrace got so tight that I wasn't able to breath, he started humping me frenzied and inserted it in me all the way he could, his hands forcing me down and his hips and his member forcing me up, practically crushing my clitoris.
I was used to masturbate day or other, never too often, maybe once or twice in a week, and always thinking of him, imaginating how should our first time be, how would he care to make such an highly anticipated but common experience the less hurtful and ashaming possible.
In my imagination it never, ever, got at least close of what that starry night was seeing, of how beastly strong he was nor how insanely self giving I would be. But in one thing I was right. Like in all my dreams I was orgasming in my first time. And one thing I would never even guess. That it was in so aggressive and intense situation that it made me almost lost conciousness. "Aah! Aargh!" He groaned while I wasn't able to do nothing but sigh and moan breathlessly, his arms stiffened around me and his organ gushing intensely, inundating my insides.
My legs fell and I wasn't able to think anymore, I just wanted to rest, wanted the pain to stop. I was aching all over and hanging motionless in his arms.
My back, my insides, my pussy, my buttocks. They were hurt so intensely. That I wasn't myself while something made an incredible rumbling noise really close to us, like a tree falling and we were focused by the brightest blue light I've ever seen, like it came directly from the moon. I reached Marco's face through all that light and saw his pale skin way brighter, his eyes completely gorgeous girl with nice gazoo enjoys hot fuck, not only his iris.
But nothing of this did matter to me, cause he held me and I could resist no longer.