It was delicious to hear her asking me to stick the stick to the eggs in her throat and splash the hot milk down there. Look, I'll be honest with you, if someone has never tried giving a little bitch a cum in the throat, they don't know the pleasure it can provide, I guarantee it is tastier than doing it in a pussy. My mind has always been tainted with the stain of sexual sin, since I was very young, I dedicated myself to thinking only about these things. I remember that when I was a child, I already took my sisters' classmates who visited our house.

And I went much further, I ate my sisters too, they were naughty and still young started to give to the kids and offered me, they were older than me.  I am not to blame for having been born with a big dick and that with that the two sluts they wanted to fuck him. And that was it, they wished, asked and I stuck the hard stick in them. In my opinion there is no such thing as sin in this or that, everything is allowed.

It doesn't matter if the cunt is from the neighbor's daughter or my sister, the taste is the same, I pass the salt. I ate cousins, nieces, childhood friends, sisters and even an aunt from my father. What caught my attention on the part of them was the fact that he was skinny and small and had a huge, big-headed work tool. My aunt Helena was twenty-five years old she was seen by everyone as an old girl, due to the fact that she had not yet married.

Males were not interested in her because she was ugly to dance. Tall, thin, with a dry butt and very toothy. She was always in a bad mood and beat up any kid who put the beast in front of her, but she was always very kind to me, I could even suspect.  One night, when my parents and the other brothers had gone to mass in the neighborhood chapel. And it was just the two of us at home, she pulled me into bed and, after taking off my clothes, wanked my dick and started sucking it.

He seemed to be quite experienced in the matter, although no one had ever seen the naughty with any male, maybe he would fuck on the sly. At ten years old my cock was about twelve to thirteen centimeters, huge if we take into account the young age and it was made, climbing on the varnished stick. It was the first time that I fucked the pussy of an adult woman, hairy and fleshy, very different from the girls I used to fuck in house games.

She laid me on Daddy's bed and I got a hard nail, upturned. Then the auntie came naked, with those huge, fleshy and pointed breasts, stuck the tip of them in my mouth and told me to suck. As a good boy I obeyed and started to breastfeed. She moaned with her eyes closed and pressed herself against me. Then he turned on his back and threw that dry ass in my direction and told me to lick his holes. I was not disgusted because at that time of the championship I was already completely horny and crazy with lust, I would do anything.

I started to lick the ass and pussy of the naughty, while she swallowed my mast until the eggs. With so much fire I started to let go, I left shyness aside and went further than she asked, I stopped licking and started to suck her two holes very hard, which took her to the clouds. She lay on the side of the bed wide open, holding her toes with each hand. My goodness, see that big pussy with her mouth wide open in my direction, inviting me to enter completely inside it was great. Who said that skinny women without a fleshy ass don't have their value? I jumped on top of it and dug my stick into that piece of hairy flesh.

 Punching it in and out without the slightest pity, putting the very sharp sword into the hilt, and it bit me all over. In that rage, I started going crazy, I got crazy with lust and the dick didn't come because it varnished. She lay flat on the bed, with both feet facing the wall and her head in my direction. I positioned myself in front of her and put my cock in her mouth, started to fuck her throat very hard, the way she had oriented me and she swallowed my massive mast very easily. Sometimes, because I was tired, I wanted to stop the movements, but she patted my ass to keep going.

His purpose was for me to come in your mouth, I wanted to feel my rod splashing warm milk deep in your deep throat. Which didn't take long to happen. It was about an hour after I started that fuck, my parents were about to arrive. My legs were shaking. If it took a little longer, I might not realize it, however luckily for me I started to feel like ejaculating. It didn't take long before a huge amount of pasty gala, like condensed milk, was poured down her throat and the auntie swallowed it all with the most.

 Dirty face. From that day on we started to fuck whenever we were alone in the house. This naughtiness among us took over a year, it only ended after she went to live in Alagoas. I remember that there she met an asshole with whom she married and after several years she returned to visit us. At that time, I was already a more experienced teenager and we fucked inside the stream, a kilometer away from my home, to kill the nostalgia.

 Uncle, the husband as the slut got it, never even suspected anything. For this reason, I don't trust dating a woman and leaving cousins, nephews or even brothers with them. If I fucked the relatives and even my sisters the others can also do the same, dry leaf near fire catches fire, this is the purest truth, believe me. I know of cases where parents fucked their daughters, and believe me, it was not rape. I had a friend who told me in detail how she fucked for the first time with her own father.

She said she felt a hard-on for him every time she saw him in a swim suit on the beach or in the pool, since he was a teenager. On one occasion he took courage and declared himself, he did not give another, he took cock! I believe that it was because I started life with this kind of bad example in the midst of my own family that I ended up becoming this immoral, insensitive and trapped man by the most pornographic in this world, where carnal desires speak louder in human life. than anything else.

Very early I learned to live with the practice of sex in its most shameful forms. It definitely contributed a lot. Time passed, I grew up, I passed the stage of adolescence and reached adulthood, but nothing changed inside me, I remained the same bastard as before and it blinded my inner and outer eyes, preventing me from perceiving the abyss in which it was falling more. And more, day after day. From the twenties to the late forties. I just did nonsense, tripped, fell, got hurt and was responsible for the pain of many people. However, after making so many mistakes and cooperating for my own unhappiness, I decided to change.

It was then that I chose to step on the brake of my madness and pay more attention to the sad reality in which I found myself, alone and with no one to talk to or share my personal constraints. I became a man alienated from reality, isolated and confused. I learned in an inexplicable way how to control my sexual impulses and gradually I got cold. The evil desire that consumed me inside was extinguished. At fifty-four years of age, after a long time of throwing away the sincere love of several women who loved me.

Having valued sexual immorality more than true relationships based on the purest love, of getting married twice, spreading children and daughters everywhere, I ended up inside four walls. With my ass stuck in this chair, writing fictional stories for readers I don't even know or know where they are. The truth is that I aged and now, looking back, I realize how useless I was. Useless because I spent most of my shameful life harming others, destroying the happiness of others and being a precipice for those who chose to cross my path.

Because instead of sowing the good, I planted evil in the land of hearts that I was fortunate to visit for many years for which I lived. Useless for letting me be dominated by my lower limb and not the mentality that is inside my skull. Instead, I allowed my mind to be clouded by the filthy thoughts that dominated my inner being, everything in me was contaminated, the sin of sexual immorality blinded my understanding for decades and turned me into a monster without feelings.

I look at the past, in a brief reflection, and I am ashamed of all the madness committed. So many insanities, so many moral maladjustments, that finally imprisoned me in this darkness. Today, I find myself lonely. I live in a large house, with several rooms and I have a small family consisting of two children and a dog. However. I occupy a small, cramped space that I usually call cabinet, where, in front of a table, a computer and the keyboard where I tend to hurt my fingers from pressing its keys so much, I became a writer and I give life to such sad characters and useless like me.

I live in complete inner agony I am completely unhappy and dissatisfied with myself and what I have become.  I ask myself every day whether the unruly life I led was worth it. The immoralities I practiced, the impure words I spoke, the wounds I inflicted on those who only gave me love, the many times when I got drunk and made alcohol my greatest companion. No, none of this did me any good, it didn't work, it didn't bring me anything positive. It only helped you to knock on my door.

I see you in front of me, behind and beside me as if I want to prevent myself from living, existing, breathing ... I hear your soft, silent, treacherous steps when you come to torment me with old memories of the past, where marked, wounded, almost I did not survive the disappointments I went through. There were so many happy stories that I wrote, hundreds of people who read them, while I stayed here behind that table. Crushing my fingers on the keys of this computer without gaining anything in return, not even a portion of that joy that I can make others feel.

I chose a beautiful profession, I received a gift cassette from God or Destiny, I don't know! Whoever decided to turn me into that insignificant storyteller who speaks of love and passion. Through his works, but has never even been loved. thus, irritated with myself when I perceive the emptiness in which I find myself, as a result of the many mismatches that life has given me. But what the hell, and since when is that living? it's just endless martyrdom! Between these four walls, there is only myself and the silence that allows me to think, reflect.

 Create mental fantasies that I later turn into a poem, short story or romance ... And that unfortunate shadow called loneliness that is amused at the expense of my sadness.  My new story will not talk about what happens out there, in other people's lives, because I got tired of writing what the world feels and hiding what actually burns inside me. The main character of this drama will be myself.

The enemies that surround me will be my own feelings made of disappointments and anguish, for all the nothingness that I have always been, the little that I never had, for never giving priority to my interests and just wanting to please those who don't even know I exist. Who am I really? Where did I come from and where am I going to go in this uncertain, doubtful, questioning world? I am a man and a computer isolated in this gray room whose tight space makes no difference.

 For I spend all my time sitting in this disgusting chair typing nonsense words, extracted from my confused thoughts, busy doodling images painted by the illusion that portrays an invented happiness very well and that deceives hearts deluded by the creative art of a writer. I am a poet, a romantic, a lunatic writer and I almost never get up to take a few steps, it hurts my spine and infuriates my nerves.

This is my space, my corner, my isolation. Nobody sees me here and the discomfort of many questions goes away. I am like a monk who remains isolated in his monastery without worrying about what happens outside, where ordinary people live and their problems are almost always insoluble. I am a man of letters, points and commas, the most absurd ideas and exaggerated fantasies.