A 30 year old virgoNotice to the owner of the medium and

A 30 year old virgo Notice to the owner of the medium and its authors. All the stories that I have posted in this forum are my absolute intellectual property; I have some registered, such as: "Adventures and misadventures of a luxury prostitute" 12/RTPI-004413/2011 in the Regional Registry of Intellectual Property. (Community of Madrid) I have posted the same stories on other sites, some with other pseudonyms, which can lead to confusion or suspicions of plagiarism. If I detected some of my plagiarized stories for onerous nature, and they were registered in my name, I would first report it to the medium where it was published, and to the competent authorities. The magical night, and the virgo of Estíbaliz I didn't like Estibaliz as a woman, but her tenderness and sincerity captivated me. Together with that beautiful body, I decided that his first night of love, as I said before, I was going to remember for life. -Honey, I said, using the sweetest voice I could. I know that you would like this to be your wedding night, and for me to be that man you just married. Close your eyes, and live it as if it were reality. She closed her eyes and prepared to accomplish what she had daydreamed about for so many years. -Yes, my love, marry me, I have been keeping my honor for you for thirty years. I was curious to know what a virgo is like; In a foreign magazine, not about sex, it was about gynecology and all the woman's sexual organs were reproduced, including an intact hymen. I spread Estíbaliz's legs to see his virgo; It's not that I distrusted her, but I was curious to see if the hymen is the same as the one I saw in the magazine. -What are you going to do to me, "my husband"? He told me with a trembling voice; It was palpable that the emotion overwhelmed him. -Make your wedding night, "my wife", unforgettable. -My God! What thighs! With her legs spread wide to the full angle of her hips, she was amazed at such an abundance of women. With the sexual hunger that we single people went through in those years! I decided to get fed up with being female, I put aside my spiritual prejudices based on pure love, this time materialism won: it was endorsed by my eighteen centimeters of "male" that threatened to break the frenulum that joins it to the glans. I very gently opened the labia majora of her vulva, and... Indeed! the entrance to her vagina completely covered by some kind of pink fabric. He was witnessing a magnificent spectacle that very few men have bothered to contemplate. -Dear. I'm going to prepare your pussy before deflowering you. Her thighs trembled, perhaps from excitement or impatience? Because two streams of water emanated from that fountain that, winding down both sides of its legs, were lost in the valley that formed them. Immersed in the contemplation of his immaculate Virgo, I did not notice his forest. Around the vulva, invading both groins and hiding the mons of Venus, a bush of black and very curly hairs formed that jungle unexplored by any man. He was going to be the first to defile that sacred corner that every decent woman brings to marriage. A clitoris emerged from the foliage that made an impression on me. Not that I had seen many, but the one in Estibaliz seemed exceptional to me. The moment I placed my tongue on it, the bearer of such a delicate delicacy gave a start with her ass that almost split my lips; Thank goodness pussies don't have teeth. What if not! -Phew! Felix. But what have you done to me, there! -Did you not like it? I asked him while I took my lips away from such a delicate strawberry.- Damn! darling, I just couldn't resist the pleasure it gave me. -But my love... This is just the beginning. -Go on, go on, "my husband." Give me more pleasure like before; and if I can't resist it and I die, tell everyone that I have preferred to die as a whore for one night, rather than decent for a lifetime. I have highlighted this phrase in bold, because it was sublime, and I will always remember it as the greatest expression of love and passion that a woman emanated from her feelings towards me. I had to put my underwear in his mouth as a plug (it's the first thing I found on hand) because he couldn't stop himself from screaming; But it is known that with my lips sucking on her vulva, and my slip in her mouth, (smelling like a male), it unnerved her so much that she went into such a state of excitement that I got scared, and I quickly stopped sucking her clitoris and nymphs, and removing her underwear from her mouth so she had to take a breath. It was redder than a Lanzahíta Watermelon -Oh! Oh! Oh! He didn't stop repeating. -Don't scare me Estibaliz Damn! What are you ruining for me? Fuck! What was missing was that after the affair with the Brigada's daughter, another affair with Mr. Nicasio's daughter. To get out of town in hell. -Already! Already! The soponcio is over. I breathed a sigh of relief. You just had to see her, she who already has red skin, at that moment she was pure fire. -Fuck! what a scare Now serene and calm, she approached me; His teeth played with my right earlobe. -My love: the moment you just made me live is the greatest thing I have ever felt in my life. I never could have guessed that this would give so much pleasure! -But. Don't you masturbate? -The fact that? -Don't tell me you don't know what it's like to masturbate. -Well no, not really. -But don't you talk to your sister and friends about these things about sex? -No no. We are ashamed. -And when you confess, the priest doesn't ask you questions about these things? -The Parish Priest, Don Senén, tells me that if I commit impure acts, but since I do not smoke or drink, I tell him no. I wasn't hesitating; It was totally clear and sincere. The prototype of a villager with no more vision of life than her limited environment, and her short understanding pointed out to her; that together with the sexual repression of the early sixties, and not having siblings; His ignorance on these issues was not surprising. -But don't you touch your chin when you're excited? -Yes, but I don't feel anything. Well! Sometimes it tickles me, but not the pleasure I have felt with you. -Well, this has only been the prelude, now will come the true work of the art of love. Prepare a towel. -A towel! So that? -To avoid staining the sheets. -Don't worry, I'm the one in charge of cleaning the rooms. -But you can bleed a lot, it would be best if you put a towel under it. -Oh! Yeah. How stupid I am, I hadn't thought of that. -Are you ready, "my wife"? -Yes, prepared and totally devoted to you, "my husband." That thing about deflowering a woman seemed like something totally out of my reach, and even less so outside of marriage, but there was the virgo of Estibaliz waiting to be deflowered by me. That red, ugly face looked at me so sweetly that the most beautiful flower in the rose garden perished, and for a moment I experienced that wonderful feeling that they say a wedding night grants. The print was to be painted by Rubens, and to have included Estibaliz in his pictorial work "The Three Graces", because her body surpassed the other three in beauty. Now it was I who entered a state that I cannot explain; although a friend who was a psychiatry student told me later, when I told him about it, that it was "the syndrome of saturation of the elements at my disposal." I have no idea what that syndrome is, but it must have been true, because I was completely paralyzed and didn't know what to do. Estíbaliz was waiting with her legs wide open for "her husband" to complete the act of going from maid to wife, but I still didn't know where the hell to start. And look, the thing was clear: because of her pussy.-Honey. The confusion overwhelms me, the emotion I have on this our wedding night is so great, that your beauty has paralyzed me. I told him to get out of that trance. -Don't worry my love, come to my side and hug me; and let's hope that your heart recovers from the shock. Take. She put her beautiful left breast in my mouth, which filled it completely with her areola and nipple. Sucking on her beautiful peduncle, she calmed the uncontrolled impulses while she caressed my curly jet-black hair. It was not a wedding night; But how many brides and grooms would like to live it like we were living it! I looked at the clock on the bedside table, and it said twenty past three. I fell half asleep in his lap as his fingertips touched my lips. I woke up at five past five, I had slept for just over an hour and a half; The aroma of Estíbaliz's exudates filled my nostrils, and my penis rose forming a kind of ridge on the sheet, the time had come. I delicately climbed onto my beloved's body, which was already prepared for such a delicate operation. With the fingers of my right hand, I observed the lubrication of her rose, it was totally ready to be cut. He couldn't help but sigh deeply. -Calm down my love, calm down... -I am my heart, I am... I took my penis with one of my hands to the mouth of that port, remaining still there... -Does it hurt you, my love? -Not my life, mercilessly pierce that curtain, and reach the bottom of my heart. And I pierced that mesh that guarded his treasure... Leaving in that towel what kept decorum. I swear to you, that wherever I go I will keep as a treasure, what this scoundrel stole from you, the one who went to "his Forum."