‘I can feel his finger moving in a circular motion, tickling around the tight flesh on my tail, begging to enter, pressing the center, seeking to open me up and sneak inside. Unfortunately, neither water nor shampoo are slippery enough for this task. Maybe a little conditioner would have made the task easier, but it would end in fire. It would be better to endure the pressure of his dry finger working its way into me. I have to relax, breathe, let go, and let his finger keep going in, even if it hurts and scratches.’

Rebeka stood against the wall, opened her mouth, and lifted her head while breathing deeply, gently, and without tensing her fingers or the muscles in her body. Once she filled her lungs with air, she opened her mouth and softly let out a sigh, after which she let out a sensual moan.

With water as the only lubricant, the fleshy muscles that made up Rebeka’s sphincter gave way until she swallowed the first knot of Omar’s big-toe phalanx.

Rebeka felt herself being invaded from her position against the wall. The moment of surrendering her least-used hole couldn’t have felt more morbid to her. So much was the excitement that, in a few seconds, Omar ended up pushing and moving up and down his finger inside her anus, and although it caused pain, discomfort, and the desire to evacuate, the sensation did not even compare to the pleasure it brought.

After noticing that perhaps the water would not be enough, Omar spat from above, and the saliva made its way down to fall onto his second knuckle. The lubricating fluid coming from the boy’s mouth could not fulfill its purpose of entering his girlfriend and ended up on the floor of the tub.

  Rebeka felt how the finger that had invaded her loins with such difficulty was now being roughly removed. The sensation of it coming out as she struggled to relax her muscles was like that of going to the bathroom, so it was not very pleasant, and it made her skin pores bristle, making her hair stand on end.

‘You can tell they’re not fingering him. Once something’s in, it’s common sense not to pull it out so fast!’ she thought, at the uncomfortable sensation of feeling something that had already been put in her being pulled out. ‘But if it went in once, it’s going to go in easier the second time... or so I hope.’

With goose bumps, Rebeka could feel her boyfriend reach down, use both his hands, and spread her buttocks as wide as he could. The boy placed a considerable amount of saliva on the tip of his tongue and, after using considerable air pressure, shot the fluid from inside his mouth to the center of his girl’s ass.

 Rebeka had no idea what her boy had set out to do. Suddenly, she was surprised by a rush of air, which preceded a whiplash that caused her sphincter to open and close several times, as if it wanted to take the saliva that had been forced into her.

‘He spit on me; I can’t believe it!’ she said to herself after opening her eyes in surprise, throwing her head back, and smiling with excitement and mischief at the unusual event.

Omar stood up again, and this time, without the prior warm-up of running his finger down her arched back, he put his thumb back on his girl’s sphincter.

‘You should have done that from the first moment’ thought Rebeka after rolling her eyes and letting saliva drip to the floor from her open mouth. ‘Now you have! Your finger entered me with no problem at all; that’s wonderful.’

Omar didn’t even pause for his thumb to pass beyond the first phalanx to the second, due to the fact that he made an even, uninterrupted motion. In a second, Rebeka felt the knuckle of her beloved’s fist collides with her ring of flesh. That was an indication that she would not be able to move forward, no matter how hard she pressed.

‘How good it’s feeling!’ sensed Rebeka as she let sounds escape from her mouth. ‘How splendid every sensation is—how he wiggles his finger, circles it, withdraws it slowly, puts it back in, and pulls it out completely. This must be from all the openness I’m getting.’

“You deserve a treat,” said Omar in his beloved’s ear.

Eager to receive the gift, Rebeka could feel four fingers resting on the entrance to her nature. With her boy’s big toe all the way in and the other four on or around her clitoral area, she spread her legs wider and quickened the breathing she wanted so badly to control. It was a gift to feel her pleasure bell being rubbed, in compensation for the shuddering movements he was making her feel. After all, it was the same hand doing double duty, and if she wanted him to masturbate her more roughly, his big toe would move to make it happen.

“Aren’t you going to tell me it’s water all this hot slimy liquid between your legs?” asked Omar rhetorically. “I think that’s enough; don’t forget that the purpose of this is to open you up, not for you to come.”

When Omar’s four front fingers stopped touching her, Rebeka clenched her fists and glued her forehead to the wall. At that moment, she felt the finger she was already so used to withdraw from inside her, while two more invaders presented themselves, who showed no mercy and, using the fluids she already had, made their way in a circular motion.

‘My flesh is stretching! I feel myself opening up, and I don’t resist. On the contrary, I push outward to loosen myself more.’

Rebeka’s hips bumped against Omar’s hand. ‘Whew! He turns his hand and makes his fingers do a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn, from right to left. Aaah! Now, from left to right, as they go in and then out, Wretch, what are you doing to me? I like it so much.’

With a gasp, Rebeka began to move her hips as if she was being impaled, all until the two fingers withdrew.

‘Mmm, why?’ She wondered as a vague idea crossed her mind and left her excited. ‘Is it planned to use three fingers?’

Omar’s fingers were almost twice as fat as Rebeka’s. In other words, two fingers of him made the diameter of three fingers of her, who perfectly remembered never being able to get four fingers in.

The challenge of whether or not he could pull it off was what excited the girl the most, and at the steep entrance showing her open doors, Omar positioned three fingers as if they were spear-shaped, about to be wedged inside the flesh. Without waiting long for his girl, he began to press in an upward motion.

“Ohhh! It hurts,” she cried out and made her boy stop, but then she pleaded, “Don’t stop; I like you to push me with a little more force than you would if you were putting two fingers in.”

After receiving confirmation that he could continue what he was doing, Omar showed more firmness in the force he was exerting and kept pushing.

‘They’re going in all three,’ thought Rebeka, as amazed as she was excited. ‘They feel huge, big, and fat, like they’re tearing into me. It hurts; it hurts more than they slip, and that’s because they’re quite lubricated. His three fingers are going in even further, opening my insides. It's amazing that I can accomplish this with his help.’

Omar reached the base of her hand, and before moving his fingers any further, he decided to tread carefully and pull his fingers out. His girlfriend’s facial expressions were characteristic of someone who was being burned by what was being done to her. He remembered that recently, out of desperation and not thinking about the pain of others, he missed the opportunity to experience one of the body’s most forbidden pleasures. He didn’t want to miss the opportunity to take the picture he was looking for. After all, his girl was quite eager to get the work section over with and enjoy what the rest brought.

 “Putting them in and out several times, you make me fit the size of your fingers, and it feels... amazing,” assured Rebeka, on the verge of going crazy, who, as a product of excitement, ran her tongue over the slab of the bathtub, which was more than fogged by her breath.

Omar was behind her, filming as much as he could with the camera phone, moving his fingers like an expert, fascinated by how easy it was to get in and out. With a little more confidence, he pulled them out, stuck them in, and moved them around. He was vibrating his girl, shrinking his fingers inside her, and mixing saliva and other fluids.

“Do you think it will stay open if I take my fingers out?” asked Omar.

"Yes,” replied Rebeka.

"Perfect,” indicated Omar, who pulled his fingers out and bent over after changing the camera mode. “Oops, it didn’t stay open. You’ll have to open it yourself. Come on, open it for me. I want it wide open; let me see you as far inside as I can.”

At her boyfriend’s orders, with her forehead still glued to the wall and like a bitch in heat, Rebeka placed her palms on her buttocks to spread them sideways, and with four fingers, two from each hand, she penetrated herself as deep as she could. Glad to have fulfilled one of her most intimate fantasies, she opened her loins as wide as she could and felt the air rush into both her holes.

Rebeka could imagine the morbid sensation her boyfriend felt as she looked inside him. Much more than that, as he was taking her picture, it provoked her to see such an image at another time.

‘Whew, this way.’ Rebeka couldn’t let her imagination fly. ‘If he were to spit on me again, or even better, if his member were to spit milk, if his semen were to dribble inside, it also turns me on; if he was emptying his bladder into me, how would it feel? Oooh! How barbaric, my mind is lost among the perversions, desires, and fantasies that arise between the moment... but...’

The sound of a photo being taken brought Rebeka back to the present.

‘There is only one more picture left. Now what’s to come?

Freaking out like an animal, Omar stood up from where he was. With his free hand, he grabbed Rebeka by the hair, and although he didn’t have the courage to pull them, he commanded:

“Kneel down.”

 ‘Yes, no more words; keep it up,’ thought Rebeka, ready to follow the movements her beloved guided her to make!

After making his girl kneel and turn in front of him, Omar couldn’t help but reward her good behavior by feeding her the food ration she was entitled to as soon as she opened her mouth.

Rebeka stuck out her tongue and instinctively put her hands behind her back. She could infer what was coming when her boy treated her so roughly.

‘You’re at your limit, aren’t you,’ the girl thought, as if she were asking Omar, but avoided doing so.

“Sssh! Mmm! Agg!” Those were the sounds Omar could hear; after all, his girlfriend was there, crouched in front of him, gagging on the cylindrical log of meat, only half of which fit in her mouth.

   Rebeka was not frightened by the size and showed it with the determination in her gaze. She also believed that, in the right position and with the necessary effort, the rest of that thick, fat, veiny member could fit between her lips, even if it meant that the tip would reach her throat. She wasn’t disgusted by sucking what wasn’t ice cream; it didn’t melt or wear away, for she saw it as a tasty, thick, hot candy that she could suck, lick, and even bite without being able to run out. She felt that the more she did it, the more she enjoyed it because it became easier. Her whole mouth turned to water with every thrust her man’s member gave her throat.

Kneeling before her boy, she did not feel submissive and helpless, for she was invaded by a feeling of power and superiority, which made her want to perfect her oral love-making techniques. Being there in front of him, tasting such a moment with her tongue, in the heaven of her mouth, the inside of her cheeks, her tonsils, and finally the beginning of her throat, was like being rewarded. However, the less she coughed and the more she sucked, the more fully she could enjoy that gift.

‘I’m yours! control me!  own me!’ thought Rebeka. Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, she would expose her thoughts more freely, but now was not the time.

The brunette’s state of arousal was glued to the ceiling. Holding on to her boy’s firm buttocks, Rebeka managed not to lose her balance on her legs while bent over and not to touch her overflowing pleasure zone, for she knew that, if she did, it wouldn’t be long before she would have another orgasm. 

“Don’t control yourself! I want it whole; give it all to me; I’m craving it!” warned Rebeka as soon as her boyfriend’s glans rested on her tongue and she could speak properly.

Still, you could tell that, thanks to the excitement, what she wanted most was for the member to reach the back of her throat.

Hearing his girl’s words and making eye contact with the open path of a gorgeous little mouth, Omar tightened the grip he was making on her hair and, with a slow but steady motion, pushed until he collided with the roof of her mouth. After turning his girlfriend’s wishes into orders to be carried out, he continued to push and thrust his member in.

‘To tell you the truth, I like it better this way!’ Rebeka analyzed wide-eyed, looking at her boy’s abdomen, chest, and chin. With her mouth wide open and her tongue out, she felt how holding her breath and controlling the urge to gag warmed her ears, face, neck, and chest more than usual. ‘I don’t have to suck when he makes my mouth a hole he can use and abuse.’

After noticing that there were only two fingers left for his pubic area to make contact with his girl’s lips, Omar watched his beloved’s face redden to a fever pitch. The veins in his neck popped, the muscles around his jaw tightened, and his eyes began to crystallize with tears from holding back the urge to cough, vomit, and not be able to breathe. After sensing that he was doing something he shouldn’t, he pulled his member out of his girl’s mouth.

The thick, stiff, hot, veiny piece of flesh was all smeared with thick fluids that trickled over Rebeka’s breasts and chin as she sought to fill her lungs with air.

‘He doesn’t seem to want to hurt me, and he’s still trying to control himself,’ thought the girl, who, as soon as she felt the heat on her face subside, continued the blowjob act. ‘I still can’t get it all the way in, despite how mind-blowing it feels. The problem is that he’s pointing it upwards, and that makes it impossible for him to make the descent down my throat as he bumps into the end. Lying on the bed, face up and with my head hanging down, would be a more natural angle, but I don’t want to move from this spot; I haven’t dried my hair yet, nor have I taken the last picture enough to forget everything and give myself over to a marathon of pleasure.’

With an idea in mind, Rebeka changed the position of her feet. She went from crouching to kneeling while curving her spine and hiding her breasts a bit. After leaving aside the fact that she had the heel of her right foot tucked inside her wet, overflowing hips, the level of her mouth lowered considerably compared to how it was. Before, her mouth was at the level of her boy’s waist; now it is below.

After seeing his beloved’s face below the previous level, Omar felt her licking his dangling meat sack like ice cream. To him, it felt rich, but it was nothing compared to what his member was asking for. Since he had the phone in one hand, he was forced to let go of his girl’s hair, grab his member, and pull it down so that it pointed to the ground.

As it happened to a tree branch, the unyielding piece of flesh was forced to change the direction in which it was pointing, to the point where it looked like it was going to split and the veins popped out even more. Rebeka found it as painful as it looked, but it was ideal for the intentions he had.

 With her mouth open, a virile member pointing downward, and eventually lessening the pressure of hardening blood, she resumed fellatio.

After shaking her ass sensually, Rebeka’s breasts also jiggled back and forth. For Omar, she still did not have her mouth full and could not suppress or let out any moans voluntarily. After interpreting the sounds as if they were desperate requests, he aimed at his member and lowered his hips.

With each thrust from her boy, Rebeka could feel the meaty shaft enter much more easily than before. After looking up from below, she found two eyes that resembled the look of a child asking permission to do something bad.

“You have my approval to do whatever you want with my mouth,” manifested the girl with her face.

With more care than delicacy, Omar stopped holding his member to reposition his hand on his girl’s head and thrust his hips while holding her tightly by the hair.

 Breathing heavily, Rebeka took advantage of every moment she could to oxygenate her lungs, for she didn’t know when her beloved would give her back the breath she was missing.

‘Now if it’s going to go all the way to the base...’ Rebeka said to herself, tempted by the excitement she brought with her and the challenge of accomplishing something she hadn’t been able to before.

With her tongue as far out as she could, to make room in her mouth, Rebeka dropped her hands to the floor in a sign that she would put up no resistance in the act. She closed her eyelids, opened her nostrils, and showed how willing she was to swallow the food given to her.

  From Omar’s point of view, the situation was somewhat risky; after all, the bathroom door was still open, while under the stairs was his mother-in-law sleeping. What would happen if she peeked in to see such a scene? The gagging coming out of Rebeka’s mouth, the tears dripping from the eyes of an innocent girl, the fluids dripping down her neck, her member losing itself in the mouth of someone who said no bad words and was polite when speaking while holding her head.

The thrill provided by the dangerous situation was exciting for both the one giving him pleasure and the one receiving it.

‘I’m gobbling it up, stroke after stroke,’ thought Rebeka, who had left the reins of the situation in her boy’s hands. ‘I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I’m almost at the end. I don’t want to stop. Tears are coming out of my eyes. I feel the desire to vomit; the retching is becoming more frequent, but I must not stop.’

 At that moment, Omar witnessed the same expressions that intimidated him earlier, but the resolve in his girl’s eyes made him stand firm, and he would not stop holding Rebeka’s head, pulling her by the hair towards him.

‘I see him, and he sees me. I can still hold on, even if I can no longer control my hands. This feeling is already uncontrollable; it makes my body tremble on my heel. With my hips moving from side to side, I’m masturbating without using my hands to the point of coming. Sometimes I wish I didn’t feel these unpleasant desires to vomit, which mess up a pleasurable moment like no other, not to feel pain the first time I put something into my body, not to feel discomfort when I use my other hole as an object of pleasure, and definitely not to suffer so much the day I have to bring a baby into this world. As bad as these sensations may feel at first, overcoming fear and enjoying what’s to come, in my opinion, is the true definition of what love is.’

Unable to hold on any longer, Rebeka broke eye contact with her boy, raised her hand as high as she could, and tapped his right thigh twice.

After interpreting the gesture as a sign of rest, Omar moved his hips away, pulled his member out of his girlfriend’s mouth, and witnessed her recovering from the situation. Her face was fluid and flushed, and he could tell she was somewhat upset, which caused him to tread more carefully.

‘If I throw up, I don’t care!’ thought the girl, somewhat frustrated with herself, as she prepared to give it her all in the next round. ‘I’m in the bathtub anyway, right next to the toilet.’

After understanding that he had given her enough time, Omar slowly brought the tip of his amatory muscle closer to his girl’s lips. As he had done before, as soon as Rebeka took a deep breath, lifted her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue, he pushed it in, using an even motion. As soon as he made contact with the end of his beloved’s throat, he began to thrust his girl’s head more aggressively, as if he were racing against time.

With her boy’s member colliding with the end of her throat, Rebeka let out the last gasp of air she had left. She stuck out her tongue a little more, lifted her chin, and craned her neck, just to settle in a little better. From one moment to the next, she felt as if at the back of her throat there was a kind of bump or barrier, something that, after all her hard work, Omar was able to pass over roughly.

  Thanks to the force he was generating and the fact that his member had become malleable enough to stop resisting going the way he had, Omar could feel how he slapped his groin against Rebeka’s face. Finally, he felt his skin against his beloved’s jaw, and with his second head, he played as deep as he could go and showed a victorious expression for that accomplishment.

Rebeka opened her eyes in surprise at what was happening. It seemed impossible, and she did not expect to have accomplished such an act, but there she was, glad that she had not given up and tried as many times as necessary. Her beloved’s member could barely be felt at the base of her throat, it was more like a lump that could not be swallowed. But there it was, and it became memorable.

Quickly, Omar pulled out of his beloved’s mouth and asked:

“Are you okay? I felt like something.”

He stopped talking, as he could not describe the sensation he felt with the tip of his penis as it abruptly lowered and passed through the pharynx to enter his girl’s larynx.

“Do it again!” demanded Rebeka, with the enthusiasm of someone who had managed to solve a difficult problem and wanted to confirm that it was no fluke.

Omar complied with the order of his girl, who, as soon as she finished speaking and opened her mouth, was already placed in the same position. Inwardly, Rebeka believed that it had been a coincidence; even though he had succeeded, he wanted to make sure that he would not forget the sensation or the proper way to do it again in the future. That’s why she had to try again.

 Again, Omar thrust his hips, introducing his member through his girlfriend’s mouth, and although it was to be expected, he found himself again against the barrier of the throat that did not let him pass. Although the “Pop” this time was much more fluid, the pause on Rebeka’s part was as noticeable as the increased efforts of Omar’s hand.

They were there once again. It couldn’t be a coincidence; Omar’s amatory muscle was fully thrust all the way down the inside of his beloved’s throat. Putting his fears aside and heeding the urgings of his girl’s mouth, he pulled out until he was a little more than halfway out and, in one thrust, regained all the ground he had initially given up.

  After two, three, and four times in a row, Rebeka felt her throat being besieged by the boy she loved and gave herself body and soul to. Although she still managed to keep her urge to vomit and retch under control for quite a while, right on the fifth lunge, a gulp of vomit caught her off guard.

With her mouth still clogged by her boy’s member wedged all the way in, Rebeka could feel a handful of fluid seep between the corners of her lips and shoot outward under pressure. It wasn’t semen, but partially digested food, which must have been in her stomach.

Omar stopped holding his girl’s hair and watched as she disconnected from him, trying to hold back the vomit that still remained inside her mouth, while he pointed to where the toilet was.

Rebeka dropped the rest of the contents between her cheeks into the toilet, and while breathing heavily, she spat several times, trying to wring out what was left between her lips.

 He heard the sound of a photograph. It was the last one.

On the phone screen was Rebeka almost rolling her eyes, breathing heavily on the toilet, while spitting out her breasts, without realizing it.

After she finished taking a breath, with a triumphant smile, she raised her head to look at her boy, and at the same time, she said:

“Ohhh, the feeling is so unpleasant. The taste of vomit is so strong, I might not even be crazy enough to want to repeat this for the rest of my life.”

Omar’s eyes and gaze were uncrossed, and at the same time, he dropped the hand with which he was holding the cell phone. The boy lowered his shoulders and acted somewhat depressed at the news, as if he was looking forward to repeating the moment, as many times as he could. 

 “Or at least not for tonight.” She finished the sentence she had started, correcting it so as to help his mood.

Omar regained his enthusiasm and of course, drew a mischievous smile on his face, then put the phone aside and grabbed his member. There, inside the bathroom, kneeling, looking up, vomiting, with her mouth open and her eyes longing for more, were Rebeka and her boy, to whom she was going to give a punishment for the scare she had given him.