How he knew the first of the witches...The witches (part 1:

How he knew the first of the witches... The witches (part 1: Onyx) For several months I was the puppet of two witches. When someone talks about witches, the first image that comes to mind is one of those big-nosed and toothless old women, dressed in black and flying aboard brooms Nothing of the sort. "My" witches (and I say "my" witches like I could have said "my" mistresses, "my" owners) were impressive beauties. And they didn't look anything alike between them. Onix, the first to bewitch me, is a 25-year-old woman: taller than me (she is 1.75 and I am 1.70), thin, with small breasts (I love small breasts and they allow her to do without a bra... she never wears it), short waist, wide hips, long and slender legs, thighs in which I could lose myself for hours touching its softness, licking, smelling, seeing that skin that turns golden because of its very fine hairs. Her buttocks are a poem...firm, hard, defiantly upright. His skin, white but with a perfect tan. And her face... If Onyx had been born sixty years earlier, I swear that would have been the model for the Barbie doll's face... and even then I would have done justice. Roxana is the antithesis of Onyx. It barely reaches the subway At 55, her breasts are a little bigger than her rival's, always pointing the nipples to the sky; his waist is short; her buttocks rival those of Onyx in turgor and beauty... and her thighs: what can I say... they are perfect. I have never seen an angel, but I know that I am not wrong in saying that the Roxana's face is the face of an angel, with the finest and most delicate features that can be seen. You can imagine... with huge black eyes, a turned-up nose... plump lips, unique for oral sex; all crowned by a curly black hair. If this were not enough, the freshness and grace of its 18 years make its perfection complete. What did those two beauties see in me? I don't I am more than a thirty-something approaching forty, divorced, without children. Nothing out of this world. Rather ugly. That's right... I'm proud of the 19 centimeters and a half of my cock! But they couldn't have known that when They had just met me. I insist: what did they see in me? Don't know. Probably no one knows. No one can know why a woman falls in love with a man or She just becomes infatuated with him. Witches or not, women are unfathomable. It all started at Christmas 2000, when we met with family for Christmas Eve dinner. The meeting took place at my house. older brother My parents, my two younger sisters with their husbands and children and me. Another of my sisters, Esther, who was single, arrived accompanied by a foreign friend: Onix. Ónix had come to Mexico to give a course in the Faculty of Sciences (she is a biologist, like my sister) and there they had met and made friends Since Onix, a Portuguese woman, was far from her family, Esther invited her to our dinner. It was, as far as I can remember, one of the most pleasant Christmas gatherings of my life, everything was happiness and harmony, good food and good wines (my father's wine cellar is famous among those close to him); but what fascinated me most that night was Onyx: her figure, her face, her coquetry, his horniness, his intelligent and lively conversation... and, above all, everything, the flirtatious and lascivious looks he gave me from time to time. Those looks disconcerted me. A young, beautiful and intelligent woman was flirting? Wouldn't I be seeing Moors with trachetes? I cleared my doubts very soon after. Once finished the dinner we gave each other Christmas presents (there were none for Ónix, but she understood) and the obligatory hugs. When it was my turn to hug Onix, she clung to me a lot, she made the hug last a little longer than normal and gave me a warm, wet kiss during which the corners of Our mouths were in contact. I assumed no one had noticed of the looks we gave each other, or the singular hug we gave each other... without However, when I hugged my sister Esther to congratulate, she whispered to me very low in his ear: --I already saw you, bastard! But be careful, Carlos... Onix is ​​a witch. I took that comment very lightly then... no. I thought of a real witch; I imagined that my sister wanted to tell me that her friend was a heartbreaker, a hottie or something... How wrong was! And, out loud, my sister asked me for a ride: -- Serves "You're leaving Onix at his hotel," he concluded. And so we said goodbye to the rest of the family and we got into my beat-up Caribe model 83 (you guessed it: neither I'm rich... one more reason not to have much contact with girls); Esther He hurried to get into the back seat: "I'll get out first," he pretexted. Gallantly I helped Onix into the passenger seat, which allowed me to give him a look. good look at her thighs, before closing the door and taking my place. There was forgotten to say that Onyx was wearing on that occasion (a cold December in the city from Mexico) some leather pants, which were probably very hot but which They stuck to her body like a second skin... which made her even more desirable. We headed to my sister's house, in Coyoacán. We arrived and she low. --Behave yourselves, hey! -was his farewell. I waited until my sister opened the door of his building and entered, and I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Onix did not take his eyes off me. view from above. I got, frankly, very nervous. We went to his hotel, which I was in Insurgentes, and on the way we talked about trifles. When I stopped exactly at the door of the hotel, without turning off the car engine, Onix turned to see me: --And...? --What's happening..? -I asked. --Aren't you going to accompany me upstairs? Me I was completely devastated for a few seconds, which seemed like forever. Then I responded, trying to calm my voice: --Of course. Let me park me Still perplexed by the turn of events, I took off, turned the corner, found a spot and parked. Once Once the maneuver was completed, Onix turned around in his seat and approached me, in a clear invitation. I didn't think twice. I pulled her towards me, hugging her waist and we gave each other a kiss that, despite being the first, turned into a fierce duel of languages Her mouth was very hot and wet (I like kisses salivating) and, when we kissed, we gasped like dying people. With a little caution I moved my right hand until I placed it on her left tit. Through the fabric of the sweater and her blouse, I could feel how her small chest fit entirely in my hand and my friend the nipple jumped out quickly to greet me, while Our mouths were still joined in the hot kiss. At some point we stop kiss and, without letting go of her chest, we stare into each other's eyes. "I like you a lot, Carlos," he told me. Let's go now. I felt in the glory. We walked the block and a half to the hotel, and the hallway of it, Hugging as if we were boyfriends from a long time ago. I thought there would be some I hesitated at my entrance, since it was not a cheap hotel, but the person in charge The counter did not make any gesture and simply gave the key to Onix. We enter the elevator and Onix pressed the button for floor 4, which is where his room was, but as soon as the elevator doors had closed and the elevator had begun to move, the beautiful Portuguese woman snapped her fingers and the elevator stopped. --As did you do that? -I asked amazed. --It doesn't matter... -and he approached me, inviting. We kiss with passion, with anxiety, pressing our bodies together hot. But I was worried about being in an elevator, where someone could enter whenever. "Don't worry, no one is going to interrupt us," he told me, as if he had read my mind. Then I didn't stop anymore. Hugging, kissing, I began to pass my hands all over her body: I ​​felt for the first time her glorious buttocks, I delighted in kneading her breasts, feverishly, I rubbed her pubis over the clothes. And she was not far behind: she kissed and licked my mouth and my neck, close of the earlobes... he gave me little bites... with one hand he He was holding on to my neck while with the other he pulled down my fly and started to rummage through my boxers. Then he touched my cock, which at that time was already completely stopped. He clung to her and started moaning in my ear and saying: --What a delicious piece you have! I want to eat it! Since I couldn't get it out fly, given my state of excitement, unbuckled my belt and pants and freed my cock. He began to flirt with me, raising and lowering his fisted hand. on my trunk, while with the tip of his thumb he rubbed the head: --How barbarity! Look what you have for me! He knelt down and looked at my cock with face of a naughty girl, without stopping flirting with me. I leaned against a wall, to let her operate freely, but I told her: --Calm down, Onyx! Better let's go to you room. Someone here could surprise us... --Forget about that... I stopped the time -and then he started to give me one of the most delicious blowjobs of my life. Your "I stopped time" comment caught my attention, but I was incapable, at that point, of commenting anything. I had started to feel a sublime pleasure: his mouth, wet and hot, enveloped almost the entirety of my cock; His tongue, with admirable mastery, licked one side or the other of my trunk and then fluttered over the glans. Then the blowjob continued, moving the head back and forth at a maddening pace. Afterwards, I went back to doing the tongue job... I always use a condom. You know... AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea, chancres, pregnancies... But, for some reason (which I found out later) I didn't I didn't bother to wear one, neither in this electrifying moment in the elevator nor in none of the meetings I had with Ónix and Roxana in the future. Me I abandoned those caresses. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. During For several minutes, Onix continued sucking me. He took it out of his mouth to lick it from the tip to the balls; I licked them or slapped me while I He asked: "Do you like it, my love?" I couldn't even answer him, concentrated more good at containing an ejaculation that was approaching at a gallop. --Come, my love. "I want to drink your cum," he snapped at me in that language that combined the words usual in Mexico, with those of Argentina, Cuba or Spain (I had lived some seasons in those countries). Those words were the trigger. My cock It swelled and hardened even more and began to shoot jets of semen into the throat. I came like never before, in large quantities. My legs gave out and I had to lean on his shoulders to not fall. I came and came for a eternity and Onyx swallowed my entire load. She stood up, panting and excited, and she grabbed my lips to give me a big kiss, which tasted like me. own semen, acrid, bitter. Then we stayed still, recovering the breath. The scene was, to say the least, funny. She, a goddess of sexiness, with a red face, somewhat dilated nostrils, disheveled hair, but still fully dressed. Me, acezante, with pants and boxers lowered to the knees and the penis flaccid and shiny from the humidity. No We were able to avoid laughing while I tried to put my clothes back together. Once we were more or less presentable, Onyx returned to He snapped his fingers and the elevator resumed its journey to the fourth floor. This me remembered the previous incident and I asked him: --Did you say that you had stopped the that? --Forget it, boy. It doesn't matter. --Of course he has it...! Onyx, Explain to me what you did, please... --It's okay, dude. I said I stopped time. That's what I said. I can stop time for very short periods. my face disbelief made her smile. "Listen," he said, "we have time and I'm going to give it to you." tell everything. At that moment we reached the fourth floor, got off the elevator and We walked to his room in silence. Once we got in and she closed the door door, we kissed again there, standing, with a renewed warmth. --I am a witch -he suddenly snapped at me and left me standing there, trying to assimilate what had just happened. to listen, while he went into the bathroom. When he came out again, all the Questions that were swirling in my mind stayed there, stunned. Onyx came out from the bathroom completely naked. It was the first time I saw her like this and, believe me, She is an imposing woman. I won't have enough words to say how beautiful which is Onyx. Her brief breasts with small erect nipples (proud, I would say) me), her little waist, those hips that invited you to lean on them to screwing her, the legs that I could already see surrounding my shoulders... her spectacular and firm buttocks... all of her was a poem to lustful beauty. But it wasn't just about the physical. It was not only the resounding beauty of her body what it imposed. There was something else. Call it distinction, bearing, elegance, poise, salt shaker, mastery of the situation... maybe it was all of that together. --What do you seems? -He challenged me, while he turned around, without prudery or blushes. fools, so that I could fully admire her. --It seems to me that you are going to be my "Perdition," I replied, not knowing exactly why I said that. I approached him, I hugged her and we fell into bed together. (TO BE CONTINUED)