Here in the interior, in small cities like this where I was born and I live, we give much importance to things that do not mean much in the big cities. For us who live in the country, a smell of green bush, of colony grass, of wet land when it rains, and even of trees we have watched grow, from the seed that we carelessly drop on the ground until it becomes adult, when it bears fruit. It was so with the great hose placed on the edge of the Road of the Cupim, leafy, sovereign, wonderful. Huge. Very big indeed.

I still have a special affection for the great hose of the Cupim Road. Oh, he had!

I remember it was the end of February, and from the number of blooming trees on every side you looked at, you could predict that autumn was coming that year with a promise of fruit in abundance. Especially, mangos, which in our region was the fruit we saw the most. Mainly sword, pink, ubá, coquinha , ox heart and pacifier, among many others. Delicious.

That night I would pass the heat was horrible and I would return home when, as I passed by the square, I noticed something different on the sidewalk of the house of Seu Sebastião and Dona Jovelina . There were more people sitting on the bench where usually they just sat. Curious, I approached and ran into Carlos, whom I had not seen in a long time since the death of his grandfather. Seeing him recognize me, I just waved, smiled, and continued walking toward my house. But inside me, my heart jumped, shot, and I had to take a deep breath to control myself. During the rest of the way, it was impossible to imagine myself going back to the past, with Carlos and the big hose of the Cupim Road.

There, from the side of the road where we were, we could hear the water running down the stream on the other side of the fence, just below the tree. It was so large that the hose seemed to hide with its trunk that stream of clear water that only appeared to our eyes as we climbed the ravine at the side of the road to pass the barbed wire fence. For this to be possible, it was necessary for one of us to grasp one of the wire strands and lift it up to make a belly, leaving enough space for the passage to the other side. It was commonplace, every now and then, for someone to bump and scratch the body in the barbs of the wire.

That afternoon, Carlos and I made a quiet crossing , without any accident, and headed to the stream. We sat on its bank and spent some time enjoying the beautiful landscape that opened in front of us. On the other side, on the other side, there was a clearing that could not be seen from the road because of the ravine. There, one could see a great variety of trees with their curved branches so loaded with fruit that they almost touched the ground. From where we were, we saw a wonderful orchard. Callos, seeing me so amazed by that sight, promised me that one day we would go, both of us, until then.

. From where we were we could hear the cars passing on the road up there, see the dust they raised, but we could not see them because the hose prevented our sight. We could not be seen either. After a while, we climbed and circled the hose surprises with its size.

Then, without saying anything, Carlos took a pocketknife out of his pocket, which I did not even know she carried with her, and, choosing a more hidden part of the trunk, wrote “Carlos and Beatriz were here sucking on their sleeve .” It was certainly the first sentence written on that log. No one had done this before, a sign that there were not many people there. Then she picked up a bamboo that we found against the hose and used it to knock down some of the sleeves that we started to suck right there at the time.

We were delighting in the very mature mangoes when, seeing Carlos biting a yellow mango with all his heart, I suddenly asked him: ” Have you ever kissed someone with a mango mouth?”   He was a little scared, and he said no and at the same time he went to where I was, put his arms around my shoulders and we kissed. A long kiss with delicious mango flavor. Excited, we went to the creek and dipped our hands in the crystal clear water, washing them quickly. We returned, leaned against the trunk of the hose, and resumed the interrupted kiss. As he kissed me, Carlos was squeezing my butt with one of my hands while with the other I was holding my little tits and I felt his cock getting hard, harder and harder. At the feel of that stiffening cock I was opening my legs and sliding them between them, rubbing against it as he pulled me, squeezing me against his body as if he wanted me to crush him on the tree trunk. Without stopping kissing me, he opened my blouse and, with my help, took my tits off and sucked, squeezing that pink, hard pinch on his lips, making me moan softly as he pressed his head between his hands and threw the body forward pressing the stick against my body making me tremble in his arms.

Placing my hands on my chest, he pulled my body a little away from his and, without stopping kissing me, he unzipped his pants, slipped his hand in, picked up his dick, and took it out with slow, slow movements. I crouched down, picked up his dick, and kissed him before putting it in his mouth and swallowing it slowly, starting a pacifier, pulling his cock from his mouth and licking from his head to the sack and back until he swallowed again and again and again. All the while I stabbed him every time I pulled him out of my mouth.

We were feeling so safe and so comfortable that we took off all the clothes we wore and laid them out on the ground, on the grass, we lay on top of each other, inverted bodies, and sucked in a perfect 69. With his stick my mouth, I moan quietly clinging to his body as his mouth squeezed against my pussy , biting his lips lightly , fleshy lips, my tongue sticking into it like a snake twisting in, and his tongue coming in and coming out quickly, in a delicious way. With the pleasure of a stick tucked into my mouth and unable to let go of my moans, I made muffled, disconnected sounds. Placing his hands on his chest, I lifted my body, straightened and sat on his **** I made him all the way into my pussy , bit by bit as he held my little tits in his hands tightening his little fingers between his fingers. I wobbled crazily lifting and lowering her butt on his cock and making him come in and out in a mind-boggling rhythm I cummed with a hoarse groan as he, accompanying my enjoyment filled my pussy with his **** until she ran all over for his **** .

After clothe our clothes, I padi him to pass me the knife, went to the hose and, at the same place where he had written “Carlos and Beatriz were here sucking sleeve,” I wrote, with trembling letters “Carlos and Beatriz were here sucking. “

When I got home I had my pussy all wet, I had not even known how many times along the way, letting out muffled moans as it sweated and contorted with pleasure.

When I fell asleep the moon had already advanced a good chunk of the sky and I had, on the lips, a happy smile and in the mouth the memory of the taste of mouth kiss smeared with mango.

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