The Ages of Lulu

They, their beautiful faces, flanked left and right leading man, who then
I could not identify, such was the confusion that that radiant body amalgam me
had previously sunk. The perfect meat, shiny, happy in itself seemed to sink
it without any trauma, subject and object of a pleasure full, round, autonomous, so
other than suggesting those years mean, puckered, constantly made in
a face painful and irreparable.
Sad, I thought.

They looked, smiling, and watched the open group that offered them. At the edge,
pink skin was tense, tender, bright and clean. Previously, someone had carefully shaved
entire surface
This was the first time in my life saw such a sight. A man, a
big, muscular man, a handsome man, kneeling on all fours on a table,
straight ass, thighs apart, waiting. Helpless, cowering like a stray dog, a creature pleading, trembling, ready to please at any cost.
A dog collapsed, hiding his face, not a woman.
He had seen dozens of women in the same position. I had seen myself, some
times.
It was then that I wanted to be there for the first time, on the other side of the screen, touch,
counted, forcing him to lift the face and look into his eyes, wiping his chin and rub with
their own drool ...

... He put his finger at the stranger, the second.
Then his hand began to move more quickly, more vigorously, and his arm began
tremble, his whole body moved towards his hand.
His movements became more explicit, even more feminine, her lips tightened into a grimace brutal, ridiculous. And the stranger entered a third time.
It was maddening.
I could not experience any feeling close to compassion, even though I
clung to the idea that everything must be very painful for him.
He is being punished, I thought, as arbitrarily as has previously been awarded. It was fair. That little pain, a pain so ambiguous, in exchange for such beauty.
The vision of the unknown, entered the final analysis, I clouded the brain.
Only then calmed down, discard the hypothesis joyful and punishment
suffering.
I remembered all my torments young volunteers, those who perhaps
give all children but I could not leave yet. Squeezing a rubber
around the phalanx of a finger, spinning round and round until the skin turns purple and
flesh begins to burn.
Nail nails all the time in the palm of the hand, fingers hard drive and look after the irregular signals, little half moons livid. And the best, introducing a nail in the narrow slit between two teeth and push it up against the gum.
The pain is instantaneous. The pleasure is immediate.

The stranger began to move again. Surely twisted pleasure.
Then the other man with yellow hair and eagle tattooed, blue, in the forearm
abandoned its passive spectator status and stood up. He laid his hand lightly
left on the stranger, whose face, lost between two massive shoulders, I could see
yet. His right hand clutched a glorious cock ...

... Both the stranger as her lover immediately, sodomites, cattle were undoubtedly
gym. Flawless bodies, elastic muscles, now tense, shiny skin, flawless
tan, young and beautiful Greek beaches of California.
Perfect meat.
There was nothing feminine about them.
The blond man was to be placed just behind the unknown. The pace of your hand
accentuated the daunting right of her sex, huge, red and shiny, stiff.
The thick purple veins, skin tortured by little, they seemed about to burst, a
bodes well, but he very calmly stroked, feet planted on the ground,
eyes, serene, watching the movement of the hand, face serious, even sober, while
his co-star was still waiting, nailed on all fours on the table.
The blond man masturbated slowly, carefully.
At the same time, by hand
monotonically free stroked the rump of the unknown.
Suddenly, without altering at all the away from him, lifted and dropped again.
The scourge sounded like a whip.

That was a new sign, the expected password. Everything was to happen very quickly. The
blond man opened his lips. He smiled again.
The stranger shook under the blows, increasingly violent, exploding in my
ears with the din of trumpets Biblical Jericho.
Her skin flushed, her thighs were bent, his hard, smooth athletic body, crushed in so many infernal muscle machines, now fluttered helplessly. Her ass thighs trembled like a virgin on their wedding night.
The music progressively diminished, until it stopped completely. The crack of whips substituted.
The stranger snorted. The blond man had lost his temper. Some of them cried,
and then separated.

This time the interval was very brief, and surprising. The stranger's face filled
blow across the screen. It was beautiful, more handsome than his executioner, dark, brown eyes,
eyebrows and lips perfectly drawn, almost feminine, jaw wide instead
and powerful ...
... Then, with astonishing ease, totally alien to me, my seizures, the blond man entered literally came in the big boy, laid his hand on her waist, grabbed the other by the hair - that I loved it, definitely, Lester, you are a dog and began to move into it ...

I looked, and was not able to process my own feelings. Little by little man
ceased to be fair, his hair turned black, inside my head, dotted with gray and white
stiff, fell over a few more years, suddenly, and now had a name, but I
I dared not say it, I dared not even think about it.
The camera focused on Lester's face. He was sweating more, now, his eyes almost closed,
tight lips, I was going very well.
I kept repeating it in silence.
You're a bad boy, Lester. You should not have done. You're so cruel. You and Dad mad
this time it's serious. Poor papa! So young yet so vigorous, spoiling the lifelong
grass, and you have destroyed your whole in a minute. This year they're not going to Eton, and dad
punished, he is doing now. Look at him, look in the mirror greatest dining, Lester. Am
sure he had not wanted to, but it is so honest, always so rigorous. You
deserve spanking, thou hast sought to pierce the garden with Chinese cooking strainer
to make your stupid golf course.
I've heard it said before, this will be the ultimate punishment. Dad's going to penetrate the Chinese
Lester, you'll get your ass that great funnel of perforated aluminum and will take
dripping blood. Do not you imagine it. But everything has its good side, believe me. The Chinese will
a hole such that when dad's cock attack to recover from even minimal
the irreparable damage they have inflicted on your lawn, you'll even find out, and that is
an advantage, I tell you, I know from experience, brother, dear Lester ...

The events of the screen took me back to reality. The blond man, blonde another
time, just run. Just the first jet of semen shot out, sign
incontrovertible in the absence of fraud, which entered again now, after
all, there was still an unknown.
But my body burned.
A dense transparent thread of drool hanging from my lip.