many more years ...

For the next year and a half of my life, I was burning with the love of Orchid and self-hatred. I rummaged through the Internet, torturing the search engines with all possible chica venezuela options; I learned by heart all the virtual beauties of Caracas; I gave up work, spat on tidiness and comfort, began to drink ... I could not understand: what made me miss all the ends of my love? And - drowned his misunderstanding in tequila and port.

It's been a year and a half. One day - an ordinary evening, everyday, dreary - the doorbell rang ... I will not lie, as if I "immediately felt who it was," as they usually say, no, I was convinced that this was Galya’s neighbor, the chairman of the house committee, was eager to tell me about the agenda ... Having decided to put out anger on it, I went to the door, looked into the peephole ... asked - “who?” Thinking about whether to open or not, I opened it. And - dumbfounded ...

At first we looked at each other. A minute or more. Then the Orchid said to me: “Hello!” In Russian ... And then: “remember to remember a minute?” Also in Russian, albeit with a strong accent ...

Retelling such scenes is a completely useless thing: it is impossible to describe all the views, interjections, treading, idiotic questions, smiles, and most importantly, that feeling of a gift, fabulous, undeserved happiness, which you do not believe - and it still overwhelms you to the ears ... Orchid sat on my couch; I held her hand, not even offering to undress her, and looked at her, and she - at me. I was unbearably ashamed of my apartment, of the mess, of the rows of empty bottles, of my appearance ... The Orchid laughed, blushed, spoke hoarsely, stuttered and again said:

- I came to Tibe ... I ... I am very sad without Tibe. I think: if tibya has a woman, I ... I just say thanks tibe, and look at tibya ... and remember a little bit. And go to Caracas. And if there is no woman ...

Such lovers and desperate eyes looked at me, that everything began to spin in me ... After a minute we kissed hysterically, gnawed and sucked each other’s lips; The orchid only whispered, gasping between kisses:

- No other woman? Not?..

And when I said “no ...”, she moaned, or rather, “screamed,” and dug into me, enthusiastically butting her plump breasts ...

It turns out that immediately after my departure, this desperate creature began to learn Russian, got a job - “I don’t think that I’m bad, it was a great job, only paper, not bad! ...” - and when I graduated from school and saved money on the trip - rushed to me. All this time, the Orchid has been living its dream: “I knock on Tibe, open the door, and I say Tibe — hello, remember mine? And ty me like this ... "(followed by caress, from which I soared to the ceiling). She had nothing but my address; there was hardly enough money for a return ticket ... It turned out that she was only 19 years old, and when I met her, respectively, there was not 18 either. Her name was Renata ...

... Our petting quickly turned into a striptease - and now I suck, smogchu, lick her nipples, which then only washed with a sponge - and which I dreamed so much! I am ashamed to recall the beginning of our first copulation - I was so stunned by everything that I ended up in Renata, without having had time to enter it. She waited for something unusual, waited for sex like a miracle - but ... the delight that overwhelmed me suddenly boiled, overflowed - and I jumped into the iridescent abyss, thrusting the whole economy into adorable flesh, and just wheezed and rumbled, dying from the delicacy between the legs and from shame ... Renata did not even understand what had happened, only looked expectantly at me with her eyes wide open; I understood what this sex meant to her - after all, it was probably her first time after that day (as it turned out), the first sex with her beloved ... and then I decided to fill it with bliss! I decided to drown her in orgasms! I called all my knowledge, all my experience, and I put my mouth around her pussy; Renata was surprised, but I licked her a couple of times, and the surprise gave way to a blissful moan. Thinking again that she was completely inexperienced, I poured my tongue into her bud. He was bitter-salty from the juices and from my sperm ...

Renata groaned, then - wheezed, howled, rumbled - and, finally, finished with screams, filling my mouth with a fountain of her seed. It flowed down on me, as once - my sperm on her face. Her eyes were wide, like saucers, and immensely surprised; when the convulsions began to let her go - a smile blossomed in them, also surprised - and happy, as if Renata recognized something amazing ... Encouraged, I swore to “finish” her at least three times; hugging her and kissing her head and ears, I whispered - “did you like it?” “Oh, si-i-i ... yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah !!!” “This is only the beginning,” I promised, and, feeling that the member was again “ready,” I began to “process” Renata in the way that the nights of my stormy youth taught me ...

The most amazing thing is that the tender Renata subsequently expressed a clear inclination towards rough, furious, “animal” sex, and even towards masochism, towards playing master and slave. I understood that secret, forbidden impressions of rape had been transformed in such an amazing way - when she was let in her arms, beaten and she went into agonizing orgasms - but never spoke to her about it. Once she confessed to me that the rapists deprived her of virginity, and before she did not know what sex is. It was like this: she was harassed by a fellow from a slum kid: his name was Antonio; Renata flirted a little with him, but then gave a sharp rebuff. Being angry, Antonio persuaded a familiar gang ...

What fate awaited me - and it remains unknown. Luckily. And Renata told me an amazing thing:

- I say "thank you" to this Antonio. He made it so I learned tibya ...

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