He never left me...The gift When I finished removing the

He never left me... The gift When I finished removing the wrapping, I opened the box and was surprised to find that object that I never imagined was the gift that my friend Bernardita gave me would give away When I finished removing the wrapping, I opened the box and I was surprised to find that object that I never imagined would be the gift I My friend Bernadette would give me a gift. I had met her in my store. godfather, where I was working while my summer vacation lasted. Bernardita is my aunt Amelia's niece, and she was 23 years old, four years older than me, and Despite the age difference, we saw each other a lot. The box contained an elongated object, similar in color to skin, of a material soft and somewhat flexible, and its shape was the closest to a male member, with thick veins and pores. It even had a part that was like a base, which had the shape of a very well made scrotum, with folds and everything. I took it with my hands. It should measure about 23x7 centimeters. I didn't understand why Alejandra had sent me that, and I thought how good it was opened the gift in my bedroom. If I had opened it in front of my guests I would have died of shame. A meal to celebrate my birthday. had been finished a few minutes ago. I wouldn't have known what to do but I would have I knew what they would have thought of me. Then, the idea of ​​a joke appeared in my mind. Yes, she was had a such a jovial character that he had probably done it to make me look ridiculous in front of all the people when I opened the box. What didn't count is that I didn't I'm used to opening my gifts in front of everyone. So I had him ruined the trap. He had probably gotten it in a sex shop, where They sell these types of items for bachelorette party jokes. My father's call in the hallway made me quickly put the object away. box, and when he came in I just told him I was looking at my gifts. I went down to dinner, and My gift was left on top of my bed, along with some clothes. Dinner passed without any incident. But in the night, I retreated to myself room, and I picked up the two blouses that my relatives had given me, the case with the earrings that my dad had given me, a CD and together they were with tickets to see my favorite singer in concert. And there was also the box with Bernardita's gift. Then I started to think What the hell was I going to do with that? Where was I going to hide it? If my father saw it I already knew the mess I was going to make. I picked up the phone and dialed the number Bernadette, however, was not there. Surely he had gone with his father to somewhere after my party. I was tired, so I took off my jeans, my tennis shoes, and I lay in bed, with my t-shirt that had Ricki Martín's character on it print. I took the object out of its box again, and it fell onto the carpet. In the soft light of the lamp, the details of the dildo became more dramatic. The edges and shapes produced shadows that contrasted with the bright veins and folds. Looking at it closely, it was almost a work of art. I don't think so They might have taken a mold of a real penis, but who knows. It was seen with so many details. I began to imagine what it would be like to get my hands on the one from Oman. I had never seen anything other than my younger cousin's, that had been when I was a girl, and he a baby, so it didn't count. With my fingertips I drew each its contours. If Bernardita knew that her gift had not worked, what would would you think? I'm sure he didn't imagine that I now had him peacefully next to me. I continued caressing the soft texture. He felt rich. I started to feel wet, and that sensation was pleasant. The flexible penis had a peculiar smell, rubber but with a flavoring. It was something delicious, and that's how it felt. So I directed it towards my upper lip, which is so sensitive. I passed it several times in my skin, and I felt his caresses, as if he also reciprocated me. Then that thought came to me, against which I exerted no strength to oppose I directed it towards my pubes. I gently passed it over my vulva, over my wet panties, caressing me like I had never felt before. The object is It slid easily over the moisture of the fabric, and made the shape of my body appear. excited vagina. My breathing had become labored. I touched my cheeks that were hot. I just pulled down my panties and spread my legs. I directed my special gift towards my vagina, and began to caress my labia minora with his head. It felt delicious. With the fingers of my other hand I began to caress my clitoris The dildo moved in different directions, and each brush against it My private parts made me even hotter. Then it happened. It was as if came to life, and therefore had personality. The rubber object became an imaginary lover, the materialization of loves that had not occurred done. My first thought was to think that it was Oman, the friend of whom my father spoke. I imagined that the artificial penis did not end up in the balls, but that I had a body, hands, arms, mouth, that it was Oman who was with me in my bed and who touched my secrets. -Do you want to come in, daddy? I told him, while I opened my vagina with two fingers, and I saw how he began to insert himself, looking for a way between my vaginal lips. I felt how the soft material compressed a little and how it folded to accommodate the direction of my interior. I found it quite exciting to see the elongated member entered slowly, and I couldn't help but smile, although my smile was like a grimace because the muscles in my face were tense so irregular. I continued putting it in even though I began to feel pain that forced me to stop me I returned to the caresses that my fingers provided to my clitoris. I must confess that I didn't have the courage to put it all the way in that night, and I think that my pain threshold would not have been prepared to handle it either. Without However, that object moved insistently entering and leaving my body. I remember that I lifted him up and kissed his false testicles, submitting to the desires of my imaginary lover. I fantasized that Oman was with me and made me his that night, and I could almost see his ample pecs brushing his erect nipples of my breasts, which were also caressed by the erotic article, thanks to the humidity that was impregnated on its surface. At one point, it seemed to be heading towards my anus. -Do you want there too, my love? Of course, yes - I told him, as I directed him towards that virginal corner. and I could feel how it was penetrating through that other orifice, thanks to the lubrication of my vagina, which now had the entire region wet. It seemed to me that although At first I also had pain, it was somehow different from what I had felt ahead. Let's say that I could bear this pain. I felt ashamed because of what I was feeling, however my fingers focused on continuing with the caresses of the clitoral area, and they began to take on a frenetic pace. I took out the vigorous penis from my ass and soaked it in my fluids, which were abundant. I rubbed its contours on my groin, the inside of my legs, and against my vaginal lips, which felt rubbed. But my body was shaking, I could feel the sweat that wet my pillow. My fingers moved faster and faster, I directed my little friend towards my mouth and began to suck him. It entered my mouth completely, here there was no pain that limited me, and I could feel it to my throat. I pulled it out to lick the head, and then sucked it again. my own fingers drove me crazy, and at times they were inefficient substitutes for my lover plastic when inserted between my vaginal lips, but again They returned to my clitoris to give me one of the most exquisite orgasms of my life. while I sucked and moaned. Finally I took it out of my mouth to take it to his new home: my vagina. I slowly relaxed, while my tenant continued to move slowly without any fatigue, providing me with more minutes of pleasant sensations. In this way, little by little I was achieving sleep, that comforter shared with me my bed, like a faithful companion. The next morning, my father's voice woke me up, because we were going out to La Marquesa, a national park a few kilometers from the city. When opening the curtains my father, the light illuminated the sheets and an insecurity took over me looking at my panties lying next to the bed and the gift box on the rug. Once my father left the room, I lifted the sheets, looking for my new lover, and anguish invaded me when I couldn't find him. Of I suddenly realized that my gift had not left me, it was still inside my body, the very skillful one had managed to make his way and now I was in it to the bottom. I still keep that gift as one of my most precious treasures. And it still goes accompanying me some nights. His appearance has not changed, nor has his vitality. He still has the same desire to make me mine as he did that night. unforgettable. Author: Anna Karina anna_karina182004@yahoo.com.ar