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I didn't understand the situation very well, the dream had been so real that I could swear I was with the skinny one just a few minutes ago. My excitement didn't drop even a little, I looked at the clock and it was 8:15 AM. Apparently, I had slept for 5 hours, 5 hours where I dreamed that my best friend's mom gave me a magnificent blow job at the same time as she clawed her fingers in my pussy. I couldn't reason why none of this had been true, it was the first time I'd had a fantasy with her, never having crossed my mind to see her more than what she was, my best friend Martín's mom. After taking a bit of air sitting on the bed, I looked out the window and Martín's car wasn't outside, apparently the lucky one was still with the cutie, making real what I dreamed about his mom in those 5 short and eternal hours. I got up still with my hard-on like iron asking please for someone to do something, I had a dry throat and felt agitated like a marathon runner reaching the finish line. I walked a few steps to the bedroom door which was slightly open, mixed with the erotic dream I'd had it didn't let me remember if I really left her that way. It worried me a bit the idea that she might have made some noise or spoken some word while unconscious and the skinny one came to see if something was wrong with me and noticed my erection. I walked slowly into the living room trying to make as little noise as possible, served myself a glass of water and after drinking it I was about to go to the bathroom when I ran into the skinny one at the living room door, still having an intact erection it was impossible not to feel her.Uh, sorry, I didn't see you, believe me it wasn't intentional— I said at the same time that my cock was giving me a little jump.
No problem Maxi, in that case I was the one who hit you, I entered distracted and didn't see you either.
In all seriousness, I wouldn't like things to be misinterpreted and maybe ruin this friendship we have.
Ay nene... What are you saying? It was just an accident, it's normal besides your age getting up like that, Julian also used to get up every morning like that, it's not bad at all to remember old times— she said with a mix of melancholy and playfulness.
I didn't know how to react to this response, just like it had happened in my dream, it crossed my mind that she was the mother of Martin, a woman who practically raised me like I was her son, but in those moments and after such a strange night the excitement was stronger than me.
Remember old times? Why do you say something like that? You're a beautiful woman, you're not going to tell me you don't have someone behind you—
At the same time I begged the universe not to take her response badly and ruin everything.
Ay, you're saying it so I won't feel bad, I'm already an old woman, look at how I am, I was always faithful to a single man, even if he's not present— Her voice denoted sadness.
Don't take what I'm going to say badly, but you're really a beautiful woman, I think there are moments when you have to turn the page.
It's been so long since someone flattered me, but I think I'm closer to closing the book than turning the page—she said while noticing that her gaze was drifting down.
That's your opinion, I don't think any man with two fingers of sense would think that book is about to end when they've only read the first 10 pages.
Enough Max, you're going to make me blush.
After that, she came over and gave me a hug, where I took advantage of the situation and pressed my bulge against her.
Uh! I had forgotten that, sorry— she said completely blushing.I couldn't take it anymore, I was about to pounce on her without caring about anything else when I heard the obvious sound of Martin's car parking on the sidewalk. I was on the verge of making my dream a reality, or at least trying when he cut off all possibility. She listened and let me pass freely, not saying a word as she walked towards the living room while I went to the bathroom with my erection, taking notice of her discreet glance back at my cock. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I had to release, the heat was overwhelming between the dream that seemed so realistic and knowing that just after it, she hadn't only seen my erection intentionally but also felt it twice, completing the combo I needed to empty everything in less than 5 minutes. After cleaning up, I left the bathroom and headed back to the living room with the idea of going home, just as Martin was taking a coffee with his mother and had a notable surprised face, maybe even suspicious (although nothing had happened because of him), he invited me to take a coffee with them. After that episode, I didn't see the thin one for two weeks since due to university studies, neither Martin nor I had time for a party. The third week, we had finished our exams and were relieved of that weight, so we decided to get together again at his house before heading somewhere, although what I wanted most was to see the thin one. Saturday came quickly for my luck, at 9pm I knocked on Martin's door with a pizza in hand and two beers in the other.Hey Maxi! What are you doing here? he said with a surprised face at the same time as he stretched to greet me.
Had we arranged with Martín to go out tonight... Didn't he tell you anything? I said, trying to put on my best innocent face.
No, Tincho left early and told me he wouldn't be back until tomorrow, I thought he had told you,
What's weird... the guy is really clueless, he left me hanging
In reality, he had told me. The same cutie who I went out with that Saturday of dreams invited me to a house their parents have on the coast, and obviously it was an offer I couldn't refuse, so in this situation I thought of pretending not to know anything and trying to spend some time with the skinny one.
What a hung-up kid my son is, you always have to remind him of everything! he said with an evident tone of anger.
Well, these things happen, his love bug must be biting... Have you eaten yet?
Those are just excuses, he's always been like that. And I still haven't cooked and didn't eat anything... Why not?
And... I have two beers and a big ham and peppers... Are you going to reject my offer? I said again with an innocent face.
No, actually you're right, besides, some company wouldn't hurt me.My plan had started perfectly, the first card moved just as I needed it to. I entered my second home and put the pizza and beers on the table, while the skinny one told me she was going to change because she was dressed up expecting no one. I took advantage of the time she spent changing by opening the first beer and, knowing the house well, prepared the table and served a glass for each of us. After a few minutes of waiting, she appeared at the door and, to be honest, almost fell out of my mouth. She appeared in a dress clinging to her body, clinging to her slender body that, as I said, wasn't remarkable (how stupid and blind I was), but wrapped in that fabric, it was perfect; it highlighted a parked booty, beautiful, a belt that I never thought she had and her breasts without a bra with two nipples pointing at me like they were going to pierce me, plus she had painted her lips a dark red color that made her beautiful clear eyes and her blonde hair stand out. The truth is I had never seen her like this before; apparently, the worn-out clothes I saw her in so many years ago blinded me, not allowing me to notice that hidden behind that worn appearance was an impressive woman whom few people had the luck to see in her splendor. Without a doubt, my lost gaze at her beautiful figure and my lack of reaction were noticeable because she didn't take long to comment.— Hey! Are you okay? You look lost— while releasing a wicked smile.
— Yes, I'm fine, sorry, it's just that, honestly, please don't take it badly, you're beautiful.
— Thanks again, the truth is that after our conversation the other day I realized you were right, my book doesn't have to close, it's time to leave the past behind and keep going.
— I'm glad you took it into account, and I'm glad you put it into practice in front of me.
— Take it as a gift, a 'return' from having made me open my eyes.I was more than surprised, not just by her hidden beauty, but also by her radical change of attitude in just a couple of weeks, opening up to leave the past and continue with her life and together with the luck that I thought she was doing it for me. Outside of my intentions to keep her without stopping, it seemed perfect, it was a waste that a woman as beautiful and dignified as she was locking herself into past stories and not enjoying life.
Between waiting at the door and delaying due to her change of clothes, the pizza that was initially hot had already cooled down and the thin one noticed this and went to put it in the oven.
There was a kind of bar obstructing my view from where I was to see her bent over in the oven, so making myself charming, I took the beer glass that was for her and turned around to the other side of the bar to offer it to her.
The image that I took away after that was monumental and I think I'll never forget it, the dress in that position showed almost half of her booty, which at the same time displayed a black thong clamped between those beautiful cheeks. I got hard again and my erection reacted like when I woke up from sleep. I had a jean on, but despite that, the different bulge was noticeable.
I waited for her to rejoin me to offer her the beer glass.Take it, or else this will heat up and it's better if it's fresh— I said, emphasizing the 'it', since I had all the advantages. — No, it's better not to let it heat up because otherwise it'll make me sick— he said while laughing and again diverting his gaze downwards. — Seriously, I'm surprised by your change, I'm very happy that you've taken that decision. — Yes, and since you were the main instigator we could toast now that you're here. — Why toast? — For the future— At the same time he winked at me.After the toast and after eating pizzas, and almost finishing two beers, I had fallen into a blind spot even though it was evident that she was looking for the same thing as me, unless she was just a warm-up, we talked so much about life that I couldn't find a way to bring everything to the sexual plane and finally try to conclude my plan (I clarified that the one with the pasta and chamomile was always Martin, not me).
The clock struck 11 pm, and to try to change the situation and cut off all this philosophy of life, it occurred to me to go five blocks away to buy ice cream. At first, she didn't like the idea because she was afraid something would happen on the way, since the neighborhood at night is a bit rough, but with the heat I had, nothing mattered to me and if it brought something to help me get to the fuck, I would try.
Luckily, nothing happened on the way and I returned 15 minutes later with the ice cream. I knocked on the door again and she shouted from inside for me to come in. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room facing the TV with a movie that she invited me to watch while we ate the ice cream.
The truth is, the movie didn't interest me, maybe another time it would, but at that moment I only wanted to give her one, so without warning and discreetly turned off the TV and threw the remote control behind a couch cushion and put the ice cream on the floor.
Darkness was invading us, being just a few centimeters apart, we couldn't see each other. Discreetly, I began to pretend to look for the remote and took advantage of slowly touching her leg delicately.
I didn't get a negative response from her, she could have easily gotten up, turned on the light, and ended the game, but nothing like that happened.
In that same darkness, it wasn't just me who was looking for the control anymore; I felt her hand brush against my leg with an apology. It was all clear, so I was the one who turned on the living room light. After that, I went back to the sofa, sat down beside her, and took her. Gently from his face and ate his mouth. The kiss was completely reciprocated and our tongues didn't take long to be united in an uncontrollable frenzy. My cock was at a thousand, exploding in my pants, I lowered my hand slowly, tracing the entire length of his body, from his shoulders to almost the limit with his knees repeated several times, on one of those I started to lift up his dress and could feel his already wet thong.
He separated from me, looked at me with his clear eyes that melted me and also began to play with my member.
Definitely it was being better than in my dream. Unbuckled the zipper of my jeans and freed my cock from that confinement although the boxer still took care of covering her, at the same time as I played with her pussy over the fabric.
Her moans were soft but constant, and the fabric left evidence of her heat. I got up from the armchair and practically ripped off her thong. I was desperate to do what I couldn't in my dream and it was sucking her pussy.
I took a pleasant surprise when I knelt between her legs and saw that she was almost completely shaved and only had a small, straight line of red hair as the mountain.
Her pussy was beautiful and had her lips pointing outwards, which fascinated me; it was an impossible invitation to reject.
I looked at his face just before starting my work, he was with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, and I put my tongue in the middle of that beautiful pussy and started slowly passing it from end to end, stopping to suck, gently biting those lips that drove me crazy, stretching and moving them from side to side with my tongue that was making a feast. Her pleasure was constantly increasing, the flow that emanated was sweet, and the aroma of her pussy is still engraved in my memory, worthy of staying there until I die.
Little by little, I noticed that the previous small moans were starting to increase and here I started helping the blow job with my fingers, I liked doing everything quietly, step by step, but giving her maximum pleasure. Another surprise was when I felt that the pussy, although it had beautiful lips, was very closed, even more than in my dream.
I moistened my fingers with saliva and began to slowly put in and take out two fingers, which were coming out of there dripping. She opened her legs as much as possible, it was clear that she was enjoying each movement I made in her very juicy pussy.
She started to come like no woman has ever before, she was ecstatic, apparently the years without anyone by my side were bearing fruit for me, her screams began to resonate throughout the house, she asked me not to stop, that she had never felt anything like it, that no one had sucked her pussy like this before and hearing that made me even more potent. I felt her body getting tense little by little, the sound of her moans was impressive, so I decided to finish with the beginning of my work and attacked her clitoris directly with my lips and tongue.
It didn't take long for her to explode in pleasure, she had her first orgasm with me, simply from a pussy blow job. She sat down with her head hanging behind the sofa and her legs dripping with her own flow.
I had so many desires to try that pussy after the dream that left me so hot and grateful was the surprise of what I found there that I hadn't even taken off her dress yet and I was still fully dressed.
After a few minutes, she got up again, her face showed happiness from the received pleasure, she thanked me for making her come like that and confessed that since Julian had died, she had never gone back to having any kind of relationship with a man. Her small hand started moving up my pants again, my cock was ready in an instant, hard as a rock and ready for what came next, I pulled down my pants along with the boxer in a single movement, at the same time as I was unbuttoning his shirt, couldn't hold back the urge to see those tits hiding behind the fabric and which he had also dreamed of. Both of us were naked and the shirt hadn't lied about anything, the thin one really was beautiful, her figure was much better than I thought, quickly she knelt down and took my cock with her hand.
She started with a calm masturbation that quickly turned into a blow job, asking me to tell her if she was doing something wrong since she was a bit rusty... really rusty, it would be like this when she's in tune. She went up and down with her tongue on the trunk, kissed me, took her time to look at me with her beautiful eyes and melt me. At the same time as she went up and down, she helped the blow job with her hand or squeezed my balls tenderly. She would stop sometimes from sucking my member to dedicate some affection also to my balls, which drove me crazy.
Her red hair tried to cross in the middle so I took advantage of the opportunity to take her by it and help with the blow job I was performing, and pushed it gently down trying to make it reach the end but couldn't and she choked. And with total skill, every time she felt like I was about to cum and my cock started beating, she would slow down, decrease the rhythm and make me stretch out the pleasure. The dream, although not real, was quite similar, which still heated me up more and more.
She stayed like that for half an hour stretching out my pleasure, which almost became suffering, until I couldn't hold back anymore, I was on the edge of cumming and she responded simply by looking at me with her eyes and opening her mouth as wide as possible in clear sign that she wanted to fill it with cum.
That was too much, I couldn't contain myself and filled her mouth with cum as she wanted while a little bit escaped from the edge of her mouth. She swallowed everything and cleaned up what was left with her fingers which she also licked with her tongue. She savored the cum on her fingers and in her mouth, really liked what he was doing and it showed that he missed both the cock and the cum. I couldn't believe that I had dreamed about a blow job from her a few weeks earlier and now it's really happening, without counting that I had a pussy much better than I could have dreamed of and not to mention the body she brought hidden for so long. My heat was so great that my cock didn't go down despite having finished. I took her gently by the waist and laid her on the sofa, I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to grab her, feel that wet and dripping pussy in my cock. As soon as I lay her down and after previous kisses and caresses, I began to slowly guide my cock towards her pussy that was begging for it loudly, and it was at that moment when she closed her legs and covered herself with a pillow. Her face completely changed and became serious.Please go away, go away now, she said totally seriously.
But... What's wrong with you? We're having a great time, you're enjoying yourself, I'm also...
Grab your things and go, please, she said firmly while picking up my pants from the floor and handing them to me.
The truth I didn't understand anything, couldn't comprehend what was happening to her, if she had done something wrong, if she had said something inappropriate or if maybe I had rushed and ruined everything. Her posture completely threw me off, I didn't know how to react to say the truth.
I saw on her face that it was serious and not a joke, so I changed as she asked and before leaving tried to greet her with a kiss, which responded by turning away her face and saying chaudry.
Continues...
Good people, this was the second part, I hope you like it just as much or more than the first and if it's well received like the first part, surely the story will continue a bit more. I'm leaving the link to thePart 1Just in case someone made it this far and missed it. A big hello, until next time!
I didn't understand the situation very well, the dream had been so real that I could swear I was with the skinny one just a few minutes ago. My excitement didn't drop even a little, I looked at the clock and it was 8:15 AM. Apparently, I had slept for 5 hours, 5 hours where I dreamed that my best friend's mom gave me a magnificent blow job at the same time as she clawed her fingers in my pussy. I couldn't reason why none of this had been true, it was the first time I'd had a fantasy with her, never having crossed my mind to see her more than what she was, my best friend Martín's mom. After taking a bit of air sitting on the bed, I looked out the window and Martín's car wasn't outside, apparently the lucky one was still with the cutie, making real what I dreamed about his mom in those 5 short and eternal hours. I got up still with my hard-on like iron asking please for someone to do something, I had a dry throat and felt agitated like a marathon runner reaching the finish line. I walked a few steps to the bedroom door which was slightly open, mixed with the erotic dream I'd had it didn't let me remember if I really left her that way. It worried me a bit the idea that she might have made some noise or spoken some word while unconscious and the skinny one came to see if something was wrong with me and noticed my erection. I walked slowly into the living room trying to make as little noise as possible, served myself a glass of water and after drinking it I was about to go to the bathroom when I ran into the skinny one at the living room door, still having an intact erection it was impossible not to feel her.Uh, sorry, I didn't see you, believe me it wasn't intentional— I said at the same time that my cock was giving me a little jump.
No problem Maxi, in that case I was the one who hit you, I entered distracted and didn't see you either.
In all seriousness, I wouldn't like things to be misinterpreted and maybe ruin this friendship we have.
Ay nene... What are you saying? It was just an accident, it's normal besides your age getting up like that, Julian also used to get up every morning like that, it's not bad at all to remember old times— she said with a mix of melancholy and playfulness.
I didn't know how to react to this response, just like it had happened in my dream, it crossed my mind that she was the mother of Martin, a woman who practically raised me like I was her son, but in those moments and after such a strange night the excitement was stronger than me.
Remember old times? Why do you say something like that? You're a beautiful woman, you're not going to tell me you don't have someone behind you—
At the same time I begged the universe not to take her response badly and ruin everything.
Ay, you're saying it so I won't feel bad, I'm already an old woman, look at how I am, I was always faithful to a single man, even if he's not present— Her voice denoted sadness.
Don't take what I'm going to say badly, but you're really a beautiful woman, I think there are moments when you have to turn the page.
It's been so long since someone flattered me, but I think I'm closer to closing the book than turning the page—she said while noticing that her gaze was drifting down.
That's your opinion, I don't think any man with two fingers of sense would think that book is about to end when they've only read the first 10 pages.
Enough Max, you're going to make me blush.
After that, she came over and gave me a hug, where I took advantage of the situation and pressed my bulge against her.
Uh! I had forgotten that, sorry— she said completely blushing.I couldn't take it anymore, I was about to pounce on her without caring about anything else when I heard the obvious sound of Martin's car parking on the sidewalk. I was on the verge of making my dream a reality, or at least trying when he cut off all possibility. She listened and let me pass freely, not saying a word as she walked towards the living room while I went to the bathroom with my erection, taking notice of her discreet glance back at my cock. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I had to release, the heat was overwhelming between the dream that seemed so realistic and knowing that just after it, she hadn't only seen my erection intentionally but also felt it twice, completing the combo I needed to empty everything in less than 5 minutes. After cleaning up, I left the bathroom and headed back to the living room with the idea of going home, just as Martin was taking a coffee with his mother and had a notable surprised face, maybe even suspicious (although nothing had happened because of him), he invited me to take a coffee with them. After that episode, I didn't see the thin one for two weeks since due to university studies, neither Martin nor I had time for a party. The third week, we had finished our exams and were relieved of that weight, so we decided to get together again at his house before heading somewhere, although what I wanted most was to see the thin one. Saturday came quickly for my luck, at 9pm I knocked on Martin's door with a pizza in hand and two beers in the other.Hey Maxi! What are you doing here? he said with a surprised face at the same time as he stretched to greet me.
Had we arranged with Martín to go out tonight... Didn't he tell you anything? I said, trying to put on my best innocent face.
No, Tincho left early and told me he wouldn't be back until tomorrow, I thought he had told you,
What's weird... the guy is really clueless, he left me hanging
In reality, he had told me. The same cutie who I went out with that Saturday of dreams invited me to a house their parents have on the coast, and obviously it was an offer I couldn't refuse, so in this situation I thought of pretending not to know anything and trying to spend some time with the skinny one.
What a hung-up kid my son is, you always have to remind him of everything! he said with an evident tone of anger.
Well, these things happen, his love bug must be biting... Have you eaten yet?
Those are just excuses, he's always been like that. And I still haven't cooked and didn't eat anything... Why not?
And... I have two beers and a big ham and peppers... Are you going to reject my offer? I said again with an innocent face.
No, actually you're right, besides, some company wouldn't hurt me.My plan had started perfectly, the first card moved just as I needed it to. I entered my second home and put the pizza and beers on the table, while the skinny one told me she was going to change because she was dressed up expecting no one. I took advantage of the time she spent changing by opening the first beer and, knowing the house well, prepared the table and served a glass for each of us. After a few minutes of waiting, she appeared at the door and, to be honest, almost fell out of my mouth. She appeared in a dress clinging to her body, clinging to her slender body that, as I said, wasn't remarkable (how stupid and blind I was), but wrapped in that fabric, it was perfect; it highlighted a parked booty, beautiful, a belt that I never thought she had and her breasts without a bra with two nipples pointing at me like they were going to pierce me, plus she had painted her lips a dark red color that made her beautiful clear eyes and her blonde hair stand out. The truth is I had never seen her like this before; apparently, the worn-out clothes I saw her in so many years ago blinded me, not allowing me to notice that hidden behind that worn appearance was an impressive woman whom few people had the luck to see in her splendor. Without a doubt, my lost gaze at her beautiful figure and my lack of reaction were noticeable because she didn't take long to comment.— Hey! Are you okay? You look lost— while releasing a wicked smile.
— Yes, I'm fine, sorry, it's just that, honestly, please don't take it badly, you're beautiful.
— Thanks again, the truth is that after our conversation the other day I realized you were right, my book doesn't have to close, it's time to leave the past behind and keep going.
— I'm glad you took it into account, and I'm glad you put it into practice in front of me.
— Take it as a gift, a 'return' from having made me open my eyes.I was more than surprised, not just by her hidden beauty, but also by her radical change of attitude in just a couple of weeks, opening up to leave the past and continue with her life and together with the luck that I thought she was doing it for me. Outside of my intentions to keep her without stopping, it seemed perfect, it was a waste that a woman as beautiful and dignified as she was locking herself into past stories and not enjoying life.
Between waiting at the door and delaying due to her change of clothes, the pizza that was initially hot had already cooled down and the thin one noticed this and went to put it in the oven.
There was a kind of bar obstructing my view from where I was to see her bent over in the oven, so making myself charming, I took the beer glass that was for her and turned around to the other side of the bar to offer it to her.
The image that I took away after that was monumental and I think I'll never forget it, the dress in that position showed almost half of her booty, which at the same time displayed a black thong clamped between those beautiful cheeks. I got hard again and my erection reacted like when I woke up from sleep. I had a jean on, but despite that, the different bulge was noticeable.
I waited for her to rejoin me to offer her the beer glass.Take it, or else this will heat up and it's better if it's fresh— I said, emphasizing the 'it', since I had all the advantages. — No, it's better not to let it heat up because otherwise it'll make me sick— he said while laughing and again diverting his gaze downwards. — Seriously, I'm surprised by your change, I'm very happy that you've taken that decision. — Yes, and since you were the main instigator we could toast now that you're here. — Why toast? — For the future— At the same time he winked at me.After the toast and after eating pizzas, and almost finishing two beers, I had fallen into a blind spot even though it was evident that she was looking for the same thing as me, unless she was just a warm-up, we talked so much about life that I couldn't find a way to bring everything to the sexual plane and finally try to conclude my plan (I clarified that the one with the pasta and chamomile was always Martin, not me).
The clock struck 11 pm, and to try to change the situation and cut off all this philosophy of life, it occurred to me to go five blocks away to buy ice cream. At first, she didn't like the idea because she was afraid something would happen on the way, since the neighborhood at night is a bit rough, but with the heat I had, nothing mattered to me and if it brought something to help me get to the fuck, I would try.
Luckily, nothing happened on the way and I returned 15 minutes later with the ice cream. I knocked on the door again and she shouted from inside for me to come in. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room facing the TV with a movie that she invited me to watch while we ate the ice cream.
The truth is, the movie didn't interest me, maybe another time it would, but at that moment I only wanted to give her one, so without warning and discreetly turned off the TV and threw the remote control behind a couch cushion and put the ice cream on the floor.
Darkness was invading us, being just a few centimeters apart, we couldn't see each other. Discreetly, I began to pretend to look for the remote and took advantage of slowly touching her leg delicately.
I didn't get a negative response from her, she could have easily gotten up, turned on the light, and ended the game, but nothing like that happened.
In that same darkness, it wasn't just me who was looking for the control anymore; I felt her hand brush against my leg with an apology. It was all clear, so I was the one who turned on the living room light. After that, I went back to the sofa, sat down beside her, and took her. Gently from his face and ate his mouth. The kiss was completely reciprocated and our tongues didn't take long to be united in an uncontrollable frenzy. My cock was at a thousand, exploding in my pants, I lowered my hand slowly, tracing the entire length of his body, from his shoulders to almost the limit with his knees repeated several times, on one of those I started to lift up his dress and could feel his already wet thong.
He separated from me, looked at me with his clear eyes that melted me and also began to play with my member.
Definitely it was being better than in my dream. Unbuckled the zipper of my jeans and freed my cock from that confinement although the boxer still took care of covering her, at the same time as I played with her pussy over the fabric.
Her moans were soft but constant, and the fabric left evidence of her heat. I got up from the armchair and practically ripped off her thong. I was desperate to do what I couldn't in my dream and it was sucking her pussy.
I took a pleasant surprise when I knelt between her legs and saw that she was almost completely shaved and only had a small, straight line of red hair as the mountain.
Her pussy was beautiful and had her lips pointing outwards, which fascinated me; it was an impossible invitation to reject.
I looked at his face just before starting my work, he was with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, and I put my tongue in the middle of that beautiful pussy and started slowly passing it from end to end, stopping to suck, gently biting those lips that drove me crazy, stretching and moving them from side to side with my tongue that was making a feast. Her pleasure was constantly increasing, the flow that emanated was sweet, and the aroma of her pussy is still engraved in my memory, worthy of staying there until I die.
Little by little, I noticed that the previous small moans were starting to increase and here I started helping the blow job with my fingers, I liked doing everything quietly, step by step, but giving her maximum pleasure. Another surprise was when I felt that the pussy, although it had beautiful lips, was very closed, even more than in my dream.
I moistened my fingers with saliva and began to slowly put in and take out two fingers, which were coming out of there dripping. She opened her legs as much as possible, it was clear that she was enjoying each movement I made in her very juicy pussy.
She started to come like no woman has ever before, she was ecstatic, apparently the years without anyone by my side were bearing fruit for me, her screams began to resonate throughout the house, she asked me not to stop, that she had never felt anything like it, that no one had sucked her pussy like this before and hearing that made me even more potent. I felt her body getting tense little by little, the sound of her moans was impressive, so I decided to finish with the beginning of my work and attacked her clitoris directly with my lips and tongue.
It didn't take long for her to explode in pleasure, she had her first orgasm with me, simply from a pussy blow job. She sat down with her head hanging behind the sofa and her legs dripping with her own flow.
I had so many desires to try that pussy after the dream that left me so hot and grateful was the surprise of what I found there that I hadn't even taken off her dress yet and I was still fully dressed.
After a few minutes, she got up again, her face showed happiness from the received pleasure, she thanked me for making her come like that and confessed that since Julian had died, she had never gone back to having any kind of relationship with a man. Her small hand started moving up my pants again, my cock was ready in an instant, hard as a rock and ready for what came next, I pulled down my pants along with the boxer in a single movement, at the same time as I was unbuttoning his shirt, couldn't hold back the urge to see those tits hiding behind the fabric and which he had also dreamed of. Both of us were naked and the shirt hadn't lied about anything, the thin one really was beautiful, her figure was much better than I thought, quickly she knelt down and took my cock with her hand.
She started with a calm masturbation that quickly turned into a blow job, asking me to tell her if she was doing something wrong since she was a bit rusty... really rusty, it would be like this when she's in tune. She went up and down with her tongue on the trunk, kissed me, took her time to look at me with her beautiful eyes and melt me. At the same time as she went up and down, she helped the blow job with her hand or squeezed my balls tenderly. She would stop sometimes from sucking my member to dedicate some affection also to my balls, which drove me crazy.
Her red hair tried to cross in the middle so I took advantage of the opportunity to take her by it and help with the blow job I was performing, and pushed it gently down trying to make it reach the end but couldn't and she choked. And with total skill, every time she felt like I was about to cum and my cock started beating, she would slow down, decrease the rhythm and make me stretch out the pleasure. The dream, although not real, was quite similar, which still heated me up more and more.
She stayed like that for half an hour stretching out my pleasure, which almost became suffering, until I couldn't hold back anymore, I was on the edge of cumming and she responded simply by looking at me with her eyes and opening her mouth as wide as possible in clear sign that she wanted to fill it with cum.
That was too much, I couldn't contain myself and filled her mouth with cum as she wanted while a little bit escaped from the edge of her mouth. She swallowed everything and cleaned up what was left with her fingers which she also licked with her tongue. She savored the cum on her fingers and in her mouth, really liked what he was doing and it showed that he missed both the cock and the cum. I couldn't believe that I had dreamed about a blow job from her a few weeks earlier and now it's really happening, without counting that I had a pussy much better than I could have dreamed of and not to mention the body she brought hidden for so long. My heat was so great that my cock didn't go down despite having finished. I took her gently by the waist and laid her on the sofa, I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to grab her, feel that wet and dripping pussy in my cock. As soon as I lay her down and after previous kisses and caresses, I began to slowly guide my cock towards her pussy that was begging for it loudly, and it was at that moment when she closed her legs and covered herself with a pillow. Her face completely changed and became serious.Please go away, go away now, she said totally seriously.
But... What's wrong with you? We're having a great time, you're enjoying yourself, I'm also...
Grab your things and go, please, she said firmly while picking up my pants from the floor and handing them to me.
The truth I didn't understand anything, couldn't comprehend what was happening to her, if she had done something wrong, if she had said something inappropriate or if maybe I had rushed and ruined everything. Her posture completely threw me off, I didn't know how to react to say the truth.
I saw on her face that it was serious and not a joke, so I changed as she asked and before leaving tried to greet her with a kiss, which responded by turning away her face and saying chaudry.
Continues...
Good people, this was the second part, I hope you like it just as much or more than the first and if it's well received like the first part, surely the story will continue a bit more. I'm leaving the link to thePart 1Just in case someone made it this far and missed it. A big hello, until next time!
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