peter boyle maid Porn Dia duit a lĂ©itheoirĂ daor, tĂĄ gach rud a bheidh mĂ© ag insint duit anseo tar Ă©is tarlĂș. Is Ă© an chĂșis atĂĄ mĂ© ag insint duit faoi na rudaĂ a raibh mĂ© trĂd nĂĄ go gcuireann tĂș lipĂ©ad ar dhaoine de rĂ©ir a roghanna nĂł a dtaithĂ. Is Ăospartach doshĂĄraithe mĂ© freisin den ghnĂ© seo de do chuid fĂ©in. NĂor mhaith liom a thaispeĂĄint-mĂ© fĂ©in a fheiceĂĄil faoi lĂ©iriĂș nĂł faoi choincheap, ach de rĂ©ir na bhfrĂĄmaĂ a nglacann daoine leo, tĂĄ mĂ© dĂ©ghnĂ©asach. BhĂ caidreamh agam le mnĂĄ agus fir araon.
NĂor mheas mĂ© riamh go raibh mĂ© aerach. Ach thosaigh mo spĂ©is san Ă©ighnĂomhaĂocht nuair a bhĂ mĂ© an-Ăłg, ar bhealach nach dtuigim fĂłs cĂ©n fĂĄth. Chuir mĂ© spĂ©is nĂ amhĂĄin san Ă©ighnĂomhaĂocht, ach sa ghnĂomhachtĂș freisin. Nuair a bhĂ caidreamh den chineĂĄl seo agam, bhĂ buachaill agam ar thaobh amhĂĄin freisin. Bhain mĂ© triail as caidrimh Ă©agsĂșla le cĂșpla cailĂn ar scoil ard nuair a bhĂ buachaill agam. tĂĄ mĂ© 25 bliana d ‘ aois agus tĂĄ go leor taithĂ agam. Ar ndĂłigh, bhĂ siad uile leibhĂ©al, leibhĂ©al agus eachtrĂșil laistigh dĂĄ ndĂĄlaĂ fĂ©in.
Maidir le cĂĄ hĂĄit le tosĂș, nĂl aon phointe gur fĂ©idir liom a rĂĄ Ăłn tĂșs. I bhfoirm gleacaĂochta meabhrach, rachaidh mĂ© trĂ leanĂșint ar aghaidh Ăł cibĂ© ceann a mheabhraĂonn dom cĂ©n ceann. An teiripe seo, ar fĂ©idir a mheas mar sheisiĂșn rĂ©itigh inmheĂĄnach freisin-Ăłs rud Ă© nach mbeidh brĂ©aga i mo chuid scrĂbhinnĂ, fĂ©adfar ainmneacha ĂĄiteanna agus daoine a fhĂĄgĂĄil ar lĂĄr ag pointĂ ĂĄirithe, gabh mo leithscĂ©al.
Is Ă© an rud is soilĂ©ire is cuimhin liom i m ‘ intinn nĂĄ ceann de mo chĂ©ad eachtraĂ. MĂ earraigh amhĂĄin inĂĄr gcathair te, bhĂ mĂ© ag fanacht i suanlios na scoile a raibh mĂ© ag staidĂ©ar ann agus an ghrian ag bĂĄcĂĄil linn ar an gcnoc an lĂĄ ar fad. BhĂ mĂ© ag dul ar scoil ard 3,bhĂ mĂ© i mo dhĂ©agĂłir brĂ©agĂĄn 16-17 bliana d ‘ aois. BhĂ sĂ© ar cheann de na hamanna maithe nuair a chuaigh tĂș isteach sa chith le fĂłn i do lĂĄmh agus rinneadh scannĂĄnĂș ar wanking in Ă©ineacht le porn ĂoslĂłdĂĄilte. BhĂ fĂłn Nokia agam freisin a d ‘ ĂșsĂĄid cĂłras oibriĂșchĂĄin Symbian ag an am sin. TĂĄ cĂĄrta cuimhne beag taobh istigh. Taobh istigh den chĂĄrta cuimhne freisin”.a lĂĄn fĂseĂĄn leis an sĂneadh” 3gp”. Ă bhailigh gach duine fĂseĂĄin Ăłna chĂ©ile, nĂ raibh Aon DhĂchĂșplĂĄil chatagĂłir eadrainn ag an am sin.
An tĂ© a thaitin leis an bpost, cĂ©n rĂ©alta porn, a bhreathnĂłdh air is cuma cĂ©n casadh. BhĂ fĂseĂĄn amhĂĄin ag gach duine. Agus bhĂ a lĂĄn fĂseĂĄin comhdaithe agam i gcatagĂłirĂ. Ar ndĂłigh, nĂ raibh na suĂomhanna grĂ©asĂĄin ar eolas againn de rĂ©ir ainm ag an am sin, ba ghnĂĄch linn rannĂĄn cuardaigh google a bhrabhsĂĄil ag ĂșsĂĄid clibeanna mar “sex, porn, sibel kekilli”, agus chuir an post DĂchatagĂłirithe mĂ© ar an eolas faoi go leor catagĂłirĂ Ă©agsĂșla. BuĂochas leis seo, bhĂ nĂos mĂł eilimintĂ fiosrachta ionam nĂĄ mo chairde. BhĂ mĂłrĂĄn leasanna neamhghaolmhara agam le daoine aibĂ, mar shampla fantaisĂocht, fo-Ă©adaĂ, pantyhose, babhtĂĄil bean chĂ©ile, faire leispiach, masturbation (aonair). Ag an am sin, fuair mĂ© suĂomh scĂ©al an-deas agus thosaigh mĂ© ag stiĂșradh mo chuid fantaisĂochtaĂ. BhĂ mĂ© chun triail a bhaint as na rudaĂ a raibh mĂ© fiosrach fĂșthu anois.
Agus mĂ© ag dĂ©anamh taighde, fuair mĂ© amach go n-imrĂonn dhĂĄ nĂł trĂ phictiĂșrlann inĂĄr gcathair scannĂĄin porn le linn a gcuid seisiĂșn. BhĂ mĂ© fiosrach faoi rudaĂ den sĂłrt sin roimhe seo, ach sa chuid den suĂomh a lĂ©igh mĂ©, deir sĂ© go mbĂonn an timpeallacht lĂĄn de ghnĂĄth d ‘fhir aeracha nĂł d’ fhir aibĂ atĂĄ ag iarraidh a bheith in Ă©ineacht leo. Ă thug mĂ© buille faoi thuairim cheana fĂ©in nach mbeadh aon mhnĂĄ in ĂĄit den sĂłrt sin, shĂl mĂ© go rachainn chun fĂ©achaint air, agus ar cheann de mo laethanta scoile i rith na seachtaine, thosaigh mĂ© ag lorg na hamharclainne scannĂĄin sin ag uair an chloig gar don trĂĄthnĂłna.
Ăs rud Ă© nĂĄr tugadh seoladh na pictiĂșrlainne mar urchar pointe cruinn, ba ghĂĄ Ă© a fhĂĄil trĂ cheist a chur, agus thosaigh mĂ© ag fiafraĂ de dhaoine timpeall na pictiĂșrlainne mar nĂ raibh mĂłrĂĄn eolais agam faoi ĂĄbhar an scannĂĄin. â… TĂĄ pictiĂșrlanna thart anseo, an bhfuil a fhios agat cĂĄ hĂĄit?”BhĂ na freagraĂ ar mo chuid ceisteanna ar an gceist seo diĂșltach i gcĂłnaĂ. BhĂ sĂ© gar do dhorchadas nuair a bhĂomar ag siĂșl mar seo. Chonaic mĂ© comhartha ar an tsrĂĄid inar bunaĂodh an domhnach: “… PictiĂșrlanna”. Comhartha sean, caite, dĂchĂ©illĂ a bhĂ ann. Mar sin fĂ©in, bhĂ an taobh amuigh pĂ©inteĂĄilte bĂĄn glan, a thug muinĂn. IĂșil.
ShiĂșil mĂ© isteach san fhoirgneamh agus d ‘ fhiafraigh mĂ© den fhear a bhĂ ina sheasamh ag an oifig bhosca cad iad na scannĂĄin a bhĂ ĂĄ n-imirt. Toisc go raibh cĂșpla pĂłstaer de scannĂĄin nua ag an mbealach isteach. TĂĄ sĂ© deartha cosĂșil le gnĂĄthphictiĂșrlann. “Is Ă© 5 TL an bealach isteach,” a dĂșirt an fear. Deirim 5 TL, atĂĄ comhionann leis an bpraghas dinnĂ©ar 5 TL a thabharfaĂ do mhac lĂ©inn ardscoile ag an am sin. Thug mĂ© an t-airgead, nĂor cheannaigh mĂ© aon ticĂ©id. Agus tĂĄim ag smaoineamh, “nĂor thug sĂ© ticĂ©ad dom, nĂl siad ag seiceĂĄil ticĂ©id istigh ar aon nĂłs.â Conas a bheidh a fhios agam go dtiocfaidh mĂ© trasna ar dhoras halla na pictiĂșrlainne nuair a thĂ©im suas an staighre, conas a bheidh a fhios agam gurb Ă© an t-aon solas istigh an solas a lĂ©irĂtear Ăłn porn ag imirt ar an scĂĄileĂĄn, conas a bheidh a fhios agam nach bhfuil ann ach 5-6 daoine istigh… Bhraith mĂ© aisteach nuair a chuaigh mĂ© leis an smaoineamh faoi ghnĂĄthphictiĂșrlann agus bhuail mĂ© le timpeallacht chomh difriĂșil.
Timpeallacht dim, unlit, beagĂĄn cum-smelling. BhĂ sweatpants agus t-lĂ©ine ĂĄ gcaitheamh agam, bhĂ mĂĄla i mo lĂĄmh agam. SĂlim go raibh leabhair ann. ShiĂșil mĂ© go dtĂ an lĂĄr agus shuigh mĂ© sĂos. Chuir mĂ© an mĂĄla ar mo dick. Ar thaobh amhĂĄin, bhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh a thuiscint cad a bhĂ ar siĂșl timpeall orm, agus ar an taobh eile, bhĂ mĂ© ag fĂ©achaint ar an scannĂĄn a bhĂ ag imirt. BhĂ meascĂĄn de dhubh agus MILF, scannĂĄn saor Ăł thopaic, a bhĂ ag sreabhadh go mall ag seinm. CĂ© nach cuimhin liom a haisteoirĂ, nĂ fheicim fĂłs gur chaith an bhean gĂșna oĂche dearg sular nocht sĂ. Mar gheall dĂreach mar a bhĂ mĂ© ag fĂ©achaint ar an gĂșna oĂche sin, thĂĄinig seanfhear agus shuigh in aice liom. Ag dul i dtaithĂ ar an easpa solais, bhĂ mo shĂșil ag piocadh an fhir go doilĂ©ir, ach an rud tĂĄbhachtach nĂĄ gur rug sĂ© ar mo dick faoin mĂĄla agus na sweatpants lena lĂĄmha te.
BhĂ mĂ© scanraithe. CĂ© nach mbeadh scanraithe? I ndomhan an-difriĂșil nach bhfuil aon taithĂ cheart ann, tĂĄ seanfhear tagtha chuige agus Ă© ag coinneĂĄil a dick i dtearmann a lĂĄimhe. BhĂ mĂ© scanraithe. Thosaigh sĂ© ĂĄ dhĂ©anamh anonn is anall lena lĂĄmha. “NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh,” a dĂșirt mĂ©. “Ceart go leor,” d ‘ Ă©irigh an fear in aice liom ag rĂĄ. NĂ hĂ© an chĂșis nĂĄr mhaith liom Ă© toisc nach maith liom Ă©. Go deimhin, is maith liom Ă©. Ach nĂor thaitin liom gur thosaigh sĂ© ag gnĂomhĂș go neamhdheonach. NĂor chabhraigh an fhĂric go raibh mĂ© I mo shuĂ sa tsraith lĂĄr liom ar chor ar bith. NĂ raibh aon duine os mo chomhair, nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann ach fĂ©achaint ar an scannĂĄn. CĂ© go raibh cĂșig nĂłimĂ©ad caite, bhĂ an bhean fĂłs ag damhsa go aisteach sa chulaith chĂ©anna sa scannĂĄn. NĂ raibh aon smaoineamh agam cathain a dhĂ©anfadh sĂ© beart.
ThĂłg mĂ© mo mhĂĄla agus chuaigh mĂ© go dtĂ an tsraith chĂșl. Shuigh 3 dhuine ag eatraimh mhĂ na nollag. Bhog mĂ© go dtĂ an ceann lĂĄr. bhĂ sĂ© ina 25idĂ agus 30idĂ. nĂor thug mĂ© faoi deara Ă© go dtĂ gur rith mĂ© leis, nĂł gur fholaigh sĂ© Ă©; bhĂ sĂ© ag gobadh amach lena dick tiubh ina lĂĄimh. D ‘fhĂ©ach sĂ© orm agus d’ fhan sĂ© le rud Ă©igin. BhĂ mĂ© ag ligean orm a bheith faoi ghlas ar an scĂĄileĂĄn ag an am. Rug sĂ© ar mo dick thar na sweatpants, lig dĂł dul, rug sĂ© ar a dick fĂ©in. Mar sin nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann seasamh in aghaidh agus thĂłg mĂ© a dick i mo lĂĄmh. D ‘imir mĂ©, d’ imir mĂ©, bhĂ wank deas agam. Mar a mhealltar mĂ© fĂ©in. In aice le ejaculating, dĂșirt sĂ©, ” TĂ©imid go dtĂ an seomra folctha.”DĂșirt mĂ© “nĂl”, d ‘Ă©irigh sĂ© uaim, d’ fhĂĄg sĂ© an halla. Fear tĂłgtha a bhĂ ann. NĂ raibh sĂ© dathĂșil. NĂ raibh suim agam ar chor ar bith.
theastaigh uaim dul go dtĂ an leithreas mar bhĂ mĂ© istigh ar feadh thart ar 15 nĂłimĂ©ad agus tĂĄim ag spochadh as an sceitimĂnĂ. Chuimhnigh mĂ© nach raibh ach doras an halla ar an urlĂĄr seo, agus thĂos bhĂ an oifig bhosca agus an chuid iontrĂĄla, nĂ fhaca mĂ© doras eile. Mar sin bhĂ sĂ© i gceist ag an bhfear beagĂĄn nĂos luaithe dul suas staighre go dtĂ an seomra folctha. D ‘ fhan mĂ© beagĂĄn nĂos faide ar eagla go mbeadh an fear ann. Agus chuaigh mĂ© suas an staighre go dtĂ an t-urlĂĄr uachtarach. Ba Ă© seo an ĂĄit ar a dtugtar an leithreas. BhĂ ĂĄit nĂochĂĄin lĂĄimhe amhĂĄin agus dhĂĄ chĂĄbĂĄn ann. Is dĂłcha go raibh na cĂĄbĂĄin bhunaidh bĂĄn roimhe seo, ach nuair a chonaic mĂ© iad, bhĂ siad lĂĄn le dĂłnna agus marcanna scrĂbhneoireachta ar fud na hĂĄite.
ShiĂșil mĂ© isteach i gceann amhĂĄin, peed air. Nuair a chuaigh mĂ© amach chun mo lĂĄmha a nĂ, bhĂ an seanfhear tamall beag Ăł shin ag fanacht liom. “An rithfimid,” a dĂșirt sĂ©. Nigh mĂ© mo lĂĄmha go ciĂșin. Chuaigh mĂ© go dtĂ an cĂĄbĂĄin agus d ‘ fhan mĂ© leis an bhfear. ThĂĄinig sĂ© isteach, dhĂșnamar an doras. Tharraing sĂ© anuas mo chulaith spĂłirt. ThĂłg sĂ© mo dick ina lĂĄimh. Shroich sĂ© don lick. “NĂl mĂ© ag iarraidh,” a dĂșirt mĂ©. Tharraing mĂ© sĂos a pants le mo lĂĄmha fĂ©in. ThĂłg mĂ© do dick amach. D ‘ fhĂ©ach sĂ go maith dĂĄ haois. Tar Ă©is dom beagĂĄn a imirt, thĂłg mĂ© Ă© i mo bhĂ©al. Ba Ă© seo an chĂ©ad uair i mo shaol a chuir mĂ© dick duine i mo bhĂ©al. Sin nuair a thuig mĂ© nach ndĂ©anann eispĂ©iris fĂ©achana porn cac i ndĂĄirĂre. FiĂș mura bhfuil sĂ© ollmhĂłr, nuair a thĂ©ann dick isteach i mbĂ©al duine, bĂonn tĂș an-leochaileach. Mar sin bhain sĂ© leas as mo leochaileacht agus chuir sĂ© mĂ©ar i mo asshole daingean agus mĂ© ag tabhairt gnĂ©as bĂ©il dĂł. BhĂ sĂ© go deas dom. ThĂĄinig sĂ© agus chuaigh sĂ© beagĂĄn nĂos mĂł i mo bhĂ©al, an chuid ceann agus beagĂĄn den chuid eile. “An mbeidh mĂ© cum i do bhĂ©al?”dĂșirt.
DĂșirt mĂ©, “NĂl, nĂl,” agus d ‘ fhĂĄg mĂ© taobh istigh. BhĂ duine nĂł beirt eile ag fanacht taobh amuigh. SĂlim gur chuala siad ĂĄr nguth. D ‘ fhĂĄg mĂ© an phictiĂșrlann le sceitimĂnĂ na heachtraĂochta a bhĂ agam. Bhraith mĂ© go raibh seamhan ĂĄit Ă©igin ar m ‘ aghaidh. Jul, tĂĄ sĂ© cosĂșil nach bhfuil mĂ© glan. ShiĂșil mĂ© go dtĂ an teach iomlĂĄn, bhĂ mĂ© chun dul go dtĂ an dorm agus cith a thĂłgĂĄil.
Ar an mbealach, bhĂ an cheist seo i m ‘ intinn I gcĂłnaĂ: an raibh seamhan ar bith ar na suĂochĂĄin? An bhfĂ©adfadh sĂ© a bheith greamaithe de mo sweatpants Ăłn ĂĄit a raibh mĂ© I mo shuĂ?
