cad is blurring cuardaigh sĂĄbhĂĄilte Dia duit; Selcan Is ainm dom, tĂĄ mĂ© 23 bliana d ‘ aois, is bean shingil mĂ©. Ă sĂșilleabhĂĄin, 1.65
is duine ard, gnåthmheåchain mé. Tå mo scéal Le Fear Céile Mo chol ceathrair Kenan
baineann sĂ© leis an mĂ©id a bhĂomar trĂd. Is fear tuircis iomlĂĄn 34 bliain d ‘ aois Ă© Kenan.
I ndĂĄirĂre, nĂ raibh aon smaointe den sĂłrt sin agam faoi ar dtĂșs.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin nuair a thĂĄinig Siad Go Mardin, d ‘ iarr fear cĂ©ile mo chol ceathrar orm trĂĄthnĂłna
theastaigh uaidh mo rĂomhaire. Thug mĂ© mo rĂomhaire dĂł freisin. Kenan thart ar 1 uair an chloig
bhĂ sĂ© i bhfostĂș ar an rĂomhaire go dtĂ. Ach conas a bheadh a fhios agam faoi do thaifid roimhe seo
gur fĂ©idir leat teacht isteach agus a fheiceĂĄil go bhfuil mĂ© ag lĂ©amh scĂ©alta gnĂ©is ar an suĂomh seo. Ceann amhĂĄin
nĂ dĂșirt SĂ© tada liom ar feadh tamaill, Kenan. Ach lĂĄ amhĂĄin bhĂ mĂ© I mo shuĂ sa chlĂłs trĂĄthnĂłna,
agus toitĂn rĂșnda ĂĄ chaitheamh agam Ăł na sinsir (tĂĄ teach Clasaiceach mardin againn le clĂłs) dom,
“Selcan, nĂĄ bĂ cearr liom, ach mĂĄ scriosann tĂș an t-am atĂĄ thart nuair a thĂ©ann tĂș ar lĂne,
bheadh sé go maith duit. Come on, tå mé ar aon nós, nuair a fheiceann duine eile do
b ‘ fhĂ©idir nach smaoinĂonn sĂ© ar rudaĂ maithe. Is duine thĂș a bhfuil aois ĂĄirithe sroichte agat, mar sin
is gnĂĄth na suĂomhanna a iontrĂĄlann tĂș, ach tabhair aird fĂłs!”chomh luath agus a dĂșirt sĂ©, mo cheann
doirt uiscĂ fiuchta sĂos.
Toisc gur teaghlach muta ‘ah muid (fiĂș mura bhfuil tuirbĂnĂ ĂĄ gcaitheamh againn). TĂĄ gach nĂłimĂ©ad mĂcheart
bhĂ mĂ© intuigthe. Ach Labhair Kenan chomh croĂĂșil sin gur cineĂĄl mĂ©
bhĂ mĂ© compordach muinĂneach. Nuair a labhraĂmid amhail is nĂĄr tharla rud ar bith, fear
bhĂ an fhĂric go raibh a fhios aige faoi na rudaĂ a bhĂ ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh agam ag tosĂș ag caolĂș orm.
Fear an-dathĂșil agus lĂșthchleasaĂochta a bhĂ i Kenan i ndĂĄirĂre, iad seo
agus mĂ© ag smaoineamh, tĂĄ m ‘ inchinn ag snĂomh, tĂĄim I mo shuĂ ag fĂ©achaint isteach i sĂșile Kenan
Ba ghnåch liom mo chosa a chum ar an urlår go leor. Gach nóiméad de mo chuid ama anois
BhĂ SĂ© ag smaoineamh Ar Kenan. TĂĄ a fhios agam cad a rinne mĂ© mĂcheart, ach fĂłs
bhĂ rud Ă©igin ag rĂĄ liom nach raibh sĂ© folamh fĂșm ach an oiread. Thairis sin
ós rud é go bhfuil a fhios agam freisin na fadhbanna atå aige lena bhean chéile, ba mhaith liom fós é a
Bhà mé ag smaoineamh.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin chuamar chun bricfeasta leo arĂs. Nuair a Ă©irĂm ar maidin, bĂm go maith
nĂ chaithim Ă©, agus BhĂ t-lĂ©ine bĂĄn orm arĂs an lĂĄ sin, agus is fĂ©idir
Shuigh mé ag an mbord i bhfolach é a oiread agus is féidir. Ach is dóigh Liom Gur thug Kenan faoi deara é seo
tarlĂłidh sĂ© go raibh sĂ© i gcĂłnaĂ ag fĂ©achaint ar mo bhrollach. An nĂos mĂł a smaoinĂm air, an cĂłfra
tĂĄ mo chuid foircinn ag Ă©irĂ nĂos deacra agus nĂos deacra, agus tĂĄ mo phussy faoi thionchar a bheith dĂreach tar Ă©is dĂșiseacht
bhĂ sĂ© ag uisce mar a bhĂ sĂ© ag uisce. NĂ raibh mĂ© in ann seasamh go fĂłill. TĂĄ rud Ă©igin ag mo thuismitheoirĂ
bhà Sé ag caint, Bhà Kenan ag glacadh påirte sna comhråite, uaireanta bhà sé ag bualadh orm le focail Nollaig.
Ach nà bheidh mé riamh ag caint faoi rud ar bith, nó ag ithe rud ar bith
nĂ raibh aon rud fĂĄgtha. Ansin Rinne Kenan iarracht tobac a chaitheamh. BhĂ sĂ© ina shuĂ dĂreach os mo chomhair,
nuair a sheas sé suas, chonaic mé an puffiness ar thaobh tosaigh a shorts. A leithéid de cheann
bhĂ sĂ© chomh clĂșmhach go mbeinn tar Ă©is sĂneadh amach agus Ă© a bhrĂș le mo lĂĄmha mura mbeadh nĂĄire orm. SĂlim go bhfuil sĂ© freisin
thug sé faoi deara mo chuma. Ach nà raibh aon rud le déanamh agam, bhà mé chomh dona. O
nuair a chuaigh mĂ© isteach i mo leaba san oĂche, ag smaoineamh Ar Kenan, stroked mĂ© mo pussy go minic agus
tå mo chosa ag crith, ag crith, thåinig mé mar thuilte uisce.
LĂĄ amhĂĄin, agus mĂ© I mo shuĂ sa bhaile liom fĂ©in arĂs, ghlaoigh Kenan amach an fhuinneog,
“Selcan, nĂl aon duine sa bhaile, agus bhĂ caife aisteach agam freisin, mise
an fĂ©idir leat Ă© a dhĂ©anamh mura miste leat? Agus caithfimid tobac le chĂ©ile!”dĂșirt. Seo
deis dochreidte a bhĂ ann dom. An chĂ©ad doras eile go teach mo aintĂnĂ
Rith mĂ© trĂd, chuaigh mĂ© isteach sa chistin, thosaigh mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh caife. DĂĄla An scĂ©il, TĂĄ Kenan Dec Freisin
thåinig sé isteach. Tå sé ag caitheamh shorts daingean agus t-léine, comhrianta uile a choirp
bhà sé soiléir. Go håirithe déanann an coileach mór sin atå le feiceåil faoi na shorts dom
scaoil sĂ© arĂs Ă©. Agus muid ag comhrĂĄ anseo agus ansiĂșd, bhĂ caife againn freisin,
LĂon mĂ© na cupĂĄin lĂĄithreach agus shuĂomar sa chistin agus lasamar ĂĄr gcuid toitĂnĂ.
TĂĄ ĂĄbhair ag oscailt agus iad ag oscailt, go dtĂ na fadhbanna a BhĂ Ag Kenan le mo chol ceathrar
bhĂ muid i dtĂr. Kenan, tĂĄ a bhean chĂ©ile an-drogallach i gciall ghnĂ©asach agus gach 4 mhĂ, ach
bhĂ sĂ© ag insint dom faoi conas a d ‘ fhĂ©adfadh siad a bheith le chĂ©ile agus rudaĂ. Agus dĂșirt mĂ©, ” tĂĄ tĂș rĂł-fonnmhar
nach mbeidh tĂș? B ‘ fhĂ©idir go bhfuil an fhadhb leat!”DĂșirt mĂ©,” rud Ă©igin mar sin. Ach dĂșirt sĂ© liom freisin “” TĂĄ
b ‘ fhĂ©idir go bhfuilim rĂł-fonnmhar, ach is dĂłigh liom go bhfuil an dĂĄ rud as seo, agus sĂlim go bhfuil na tomhais
beagĂĄn an iomarca, b ‘ fhĂ©idir mar gheall air!”dĂșirt. Agus dĂșirt mĂ©, ” Cad atĂĄ i gceist agat, mĂ©id?DĂșirt mĂ©.
“NĂĄ cuimhnigh, dĂ©anaimis trĂd an gcuid seo!”dĂșirt. Ach thuig mĂ© cad
cad a chiallaĂonn tĂș. Nuair a d ‘ fhiafraigh sĂ© go leanĂșnach, “Selcan, tĂĄ sĂ© mĂcheart dom labhairt faoi seo fiĂș, ach
tuig, tĂĄ mĂ©id mo rud beag mĂłr!”dĂșirt sĂ©,” bĂodh nĂĄire ort. BhĂ mĂ© cosĂșil Le “” Cad
an mĂ©id sin, Ăł dĂșirt tĂș go raibh sĂ© mĂłr?”D’ iarr mĂ©. Ar bhealaĂ indĂreacha dom,
“Anseo tĂĄ sĂ© thart ar 5-6 orlach nĂos mĂł nĂĄ mar is gnĂĄch!”dĂșirt. Agus dĂșirt mĂ© lĂĄithreach, ” GnĂĄth
CĂ© mhĂ©ad? CĂ© mhĂ©ad atĂĄ agatsa?”Chuir mĂ© an cheist trĂ rĂĄ. “Offf Selcan
is 23 inches!”dĂșirt sĂ© agus chas sĂ© corcairdhearg.
Ag an nĂłimĂ©ad sin, mhothaigh mĂ© aisteach istigh freisin. Nuair a shiĂșil mĂ© timpeall oneternet, chonaic mĂ©
dicks na bhfear, ach is dĂłigh liom go raibh sĂ© seo rud Ă©igin go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil. Agus ionam
rugadh an fonn chun Ă© a fheiceĂĄil chomh luath agus is fĂ©idir. Nuair a smaoinĂm air Seo, Is MĂłr An Trua Ă Kenan
tĂĄ sĂ© ag iarraidh an t-ĂĄbhar a athrĂș, Ă© a choinneĂĄil Ăł theochtaĂ an aeir, ach eile
bhĂ sĂ© ag lĂ©im isteach i ngach cineĂĄl ĂĄbhar. Bhris mĂ© mo rĂșn uair amhĂĄin. Ag an aois seo
bhĂ mĂ© i bhfolach mo mhaighdeanas an oiread agus a bhĂ suim agam ann ar feadh tamaill agus mo bhrionglĂłidĂ
Bhà mé ag iarraidh An Fear A thabhairt Do Kenan. Agus bhà år gcófraà ar tà rith amach, sin é
idir. Ag an nóiméad sin thåinig smaoineamh chugam, mhothaigh mé meadhrån agus mé ag ceannach år gcupåin
lig mĂ© orm agus chuir mĂ© mĂ© fĂ©in i do airmâŠ
BhĂ ionadh ar Kenan faoin mĂ©id a tharla roimh” “Selcan, an bhfuil tĂș ceart go leor? Lig dom uisce a thabhairt duit
an ndĂ©anfaidh mĂ©?”faoin am sin, bhĂ mĂ© ag tosĂș ag mothĂș comhrianta uile a colainne
fiĂș. Chuir mĂ© mo lĂĄmh ar bholg Kenan fiĂș toisc go raibh mo lĂĄmh dĂomhaoin. Ach sĂ©
gan a bheith ar an eolas faoi seo go lĂ©ir, bhĂ sĂ© ag iarraidh aire a thabhairt dom. Is Ă Mo lĂĄmh Anois Kenan ‘ s
bhà sé ina chrotch, agus bhà Mé i lap Kenan. Cibé rud a tharla ag an nóiméad sin agus
nuair a d ‘oscail mĂ© mo shĂșile agus d’ fhĂ©ach mĂ©, d ‘ athraigh lĂ©iriĂș Kenan freisin
chonaic mĂ© Ă©, agus go tobann bhuail ĂĄr liopaĂ. TĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil nach bhfuil muid ag pĂłgadh a chĂ©ile
bhĂomar ag ithe do liopaĂ. NĂ thiocfaidh na daoine sa bhaile go dtĂ an trĂĄthnĂłna
Ăł bhĂ a fhios againn, bhĂ gach rud ag dul mar a theastaigh uaim. Kenan ar thaobh amhĂĄin
agus é ag ithe mo bheola, bhà sé ag bogadh a låmha timpeall mo bhrollach ar thaobh amhåin. Ag Dul Ar Mire
Thosaigh mé, bhà fear i dteagmhåil léi agus å phógadh agam den chéad uair.
Bhà mo ghluaiseachtaà nua, ach threoraigh sé mé chomh hålainn,
nĂ post Ă© dul ar mire fiĂș.
Is cuma cad a tharlaĂonn anois, ag smaoineamh, “Kenan, ba mhaith liom a bheith leatsa!â
DĂșirt mĂ©. Chuir sĂ© suas mĂ© lĂĄithreach, shuigh mĂ© sĂos ar an mbord, chuir sĂ© mo chuid Ă©adaigh orm go mall
tógann sé as go mall é, ar thaobh amhåin ritheann sé a liopaà ar mo chraiceann, ar an taobh eile
agus bhĂ a mhĂ©ara ag iniĂșchadh mo phrĂobhĂĄideachta go lĂ©ir. NĂ raibh mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh tada
ach, fuair mo phussy sĂĄithithe agus thosaigh sĂ© ag sceitheadh as mo chrotch. Go hoifigiĂșil
BhĂ mĂ© ag caoineadh faoi liopaĂ Kenan. “TĂĄ tĂș iontach, a stĂłr, tusa
ba mhaith liom gach rud istigh ionam a mhothĂș!”BhĂ mĂ© beagnach ag impĂ. Ach sĂ©,
“DĂ©an socair, a ĂĄilleacht, go mall, nĂl aon deifir orainn!”ar thaobh amhĂĄin, ag rĂĄ
bhà sé ag rith a theanga timpeall mo chrotch, agus é ag stróiceadh mo chosa.
Agus nuair a fheicim mnĂĄ ag licking a gcuid pĂșitsĂ ar an IdirlĂon, guĂm gach rath orm freisin
dĂĄ mbeadh fear ann a ligh mar sin, bheadh mo mhian fĂor. Ă cadhain
cĂ© go raibh a mhĂ©ara ag brĂș mo sinĂ, bhĂ a theanga i mo phussy sĂĄithithe.
BhĂ mĂ© gan smĂĄl agus BhĂ Kenan ag licking mo pussy cosĂșil le dĂșsachtach. Braithim go bhfuilim ag conradh
D ‘ fhĂ©adfainn rud Ă©igin a mhothĂș ag sileadh. Mar a bhrĂșnn sĂ© a theanga isteach ionam
bhĂ mĂ© ag crith agus ag gearĂĄn cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte. BhĂ mĂ© ag impĂ anois, ” Tar ar cad
sea, ba mhaith liom an coileach mĂłr sin de do chuid fĂ©in!”mar gheall ar.
Sheas Kenan suas agus bhain sé a chuid éadaigh le ribe. Don chéad uair a
BhĂ mĂ© ag feiceĂĄil baill ghiniĂșna an fhir beo. Rud iontach a bhĂ ann,
bhĂ fĂ©itheacha ollmhĂłra aige agus a cheann cosĂșil le beacĂĄn. “Ar mhaith leat Ă© a liceĂĄil?”sĂ©
d ‘ iarr sĂ© agus thĂłg mĂ© i mo lĂĄmha Ă© gan smaoineamh ar chor ar bith, ar dtĂșs scrĂșdaigh mĂ© an cruas sin,
bhraith mĂ© Ă© i mo lĂĄmha agus thĂłg mĂ© Ă© idir mo liopaĂ. Nollaig Porn tĂĄ mĂ© ag fĂ©achaint ar
BhĂ mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh Ă© mar atĂĄ sna scannĂĄin. Thosaigh mĂ© go mall ag sleamhnĂș isteach i mo bhĂ©al o
a dick mĂłr. Agus ritheann sĂ© a lĂĄmha trĂ mo chuid gruaige, d ‘ fhĂĄg sĂ© gach rud chugam
d ‘ fhĂ©ach sĂ© cosĂșil leis. Le gach cruas, fiĂș beagĂĄn isteach i mo bhĂ©al
bhĂ mĂ© in ann Ă© a fhĂĄil. Go dtĂ©ann do bholg sĂos agus suas agus go bhfaigheann do chuid anĂĄlaithe nĂos gasta
D ‘ fhĂ©adfainn iad a chloisteĂĄil ag fĂĄs. ThĂłg sĂ© suas mĂ© agus thug sĂ© go dtĂ an tĂĄbla mĂ©, arĂs
bhà sé ag déanamh a liopaà agus a låmha ag caint. Nuair nach bhfaigheann do theanga fliuch ar mo chraiceann
nĂor fhan sĂ© beagnach. “Go leor, le do thoil, fuck, tĂĄ mĂ© craiceĂĄilte, tar ar! trĂ rĂĄ ”
BhĂ mĂ© ag dul dĂł go comhsheasmhacht maith. DĂșirt sĂ© liom, ” is maighdean tĂș, nach bhfuil?”nuair a dĂșirt sĂ©,
“CibĂ© rud a tharlĂłidh, is mise mise, tĂłg mĂ©!”Thosaigh mĂ© ag impĂ.
Bhà an nóiméad sin tagtha. Is Kenan on me? My niamh niamh
agus Ă© ĂĄ bhrĂș lena fiacla, ar thaobh amhĂĄin, fuair an coileach mĂłr sin de mo pussy an-deacair
bhĂ sĂ© ag siĂșl i gciorcail ag an mbealach isteach. BhĂ mĂ© sĂĄite agus bhĂ mĂ© ag impĂ air
le haghaidh a sting. An chéad rug sé a coileach, ciorcal timpeall ar an mbealach isteach ar mo pussy,
Is it ready, dear?”dĂșirt. Agus nĂ dhearna mĂ© gearĂĄn, dĂșirt mĂ© dĂreach, ” Tar isteach!â
bhĂ mĂ© in ann a rĂĄ. BhĂ mĂ© ag tosĂș ag mothĂș go raibh ceann mĂłr dick i mo pussy.
Nuair a thĂĄinig cuid acu isteach, bhĂ sĂ© mar a bheadh mo shaol tar Ă©is titim orm. As mo bhĂ©al, ” Ufff!”sĂ©
bhĂ torann ann. Ach in ainneoin na pian a bhĂ ĂĄ fhulaingt agam, theastaigh nĂos mĂł uaim.
BhĂ Kenan ag dĂ©anamh gach gluaiseacht le cĂșram mĂłr gan mĂ© a ghortĂș.
BhĂ sĂ© ag tosĂș go mall ag dul isteach i ndoimhneacht mo phussy. I
BhĂ mĂ© ag ardĂș mo chrotch agus ag dĂ©anamh slĂ dĂł Ă© a ghreamĂș nĂos mĂł fĂłs. NĂos mĂł
bhĂ sĂ© go hiomlĂĄn istigh ionam agus ag fanacht. An plĂ©isiĂșr a fhaigheann sĂ© nuair a fhĂ©achaim isteach ina shĂșile
raibh mĂ© in ann Ă© a fheiceĂĄil. BhĂ mo mhaighdeanas imithe agus bhraith mĂ© go raibh mĂ© ag cur folaâŠ
Nuair A thosaĂonn Kenan ag luasghĂ©arĂș a ghluaiseachtaĂ, dĂ©anaim gearĂĄn freisin
Thosaigh mĂ©. BhĂ sĂ© ag fucking dom mar i mo bhrionglĂłidĂ, gan mĂ© a ghortĂș, go mall
Ăasca a dhĂ©anann sĂ©. De rĂ©ir mar a luasghĂ©araĂonn sĂ©, glacann mothĂș iontach plĂ©isiĂșir ĂĄit na pian
thosaigh. BhĂ mo chorp ag crith cosĂșil le gealbhan beag. Faoi ChanĂĄn
bhĂ mĂ© ag caoineadh cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte. Mar a thĂ©ann sĂ i agus amach as mo pussy, mo plĂ©isiĂșir uiscĂ teacht amach
bhà guthanna macalla sa chistin. Tå år gcomhlachtaà aontaithe, do mheåchan go léir
d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn Ă© a mhothĂș. Chaith mĂ© mo chosa timpeall a choim agus dĂșirt sĂ nĂos mĂł mar fhreagra
agus bhĂ sĂ© ag tosĂș ag luas. Anois tĂĄ a chuid gluaiseachtaĂ tosaithe ag cruaite istigh ionam
mar a thĂ©ann tĂș agus dul, go lĂ©ir an veins de do coileach mĂłr agus go lĂ©ir an teas de mo pussy
BhĂ mĂ© ag mothĂș Ă© sa doimhneacht is doimhne. BhĂ muid cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte, agus bhĂ mĂ© go dtĂ an nĂłimĂ©ad sin
Nà cuimhin liom cé mhéad uair a ejaculated mé.
BhĂ sĂ© seo rud Ă©igin go hiomlĂĄn difriĂșil Ăł masturbating. Mo pussy sĂĄithithe,
bhĂ mo chuid uiscĂ plĂ©isiĂșir ag sracadh trĂ mo ghort measctha le fuil. Chun sĂłlĂĄs a thabhairt dĂł freisin
bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh Ă©, d ‘ fhĂ©adfainn Ă© a fheiceĂĄil ag teacht nĂos gaire, tĂĄ sĂ© ag Ă©irĂ nĂos gasta agus nĂos gasta, mar sin tĂĄim
BhĂ mĂ© ag sroicheadh airde an phlĂ©isiĂșir ag gearĂĄn agus ag gearĂĄn arĂs. “Darling
tĂĄim ag teacht, ach nĂlim chun cum a dhĂ©anamh ann!”dĂșirt sĂ© i nguth ag fĂĄs. Mise freisin,
“Tar isteach, a dhuine, faigh colscartha, doirt do sperm go lĂ©ir cibĂ© ĂĄit is mian leat!”he is a
BhĂ orgasm agam arĂs. “Ag an am cĂ©anna, a stĂłr, tar ar! nuair a bhĂonn sĂ© ag caoineadh “,
bhĂ sĂ© ag briseadh ballaĂ mo phussy go litriĂșil le gluaiseachtaĂ crua. Agus mĂ© don uair dheireanach
ejaculated mĂ©, crith. Go gortaĂonn mo groin, tĂĄ mo chosa ag puntĂĄil
cĂ© go raibh mĂ© ag mothĂș a crith, tharraing sĂ a coileach as dom go tobann agus go lĂ©ir