Los fantasmas de Martina

Living in a country has its advantages. One can enjoy the space, trees, and the sound of birds at dawn; but one can also find out what your closest neighbor is doing or not doing. From my window, I could see Marco's house, my neighbor. I knew from my parents that he had been widowed some time ago and rarely left his house, except for some mornings when he would go jogging in the gardens to maintain his physical shape and enjoy the fresh air of that spring.

For a man of his age, his body was athletic and well-built. From my privileged observation point, I watched him leaving to run with his soaked sweat-drenched shirt clinging to his body, transforming him into someone very attractive.

I also knew he was an engineer and had retired a few months earlier, which according to my mother made him a bit depressed.

Sometimes I would watch him sitting in his armchair, staring at papers or old photos, then stopping his gaze on some indefinite point on the horizon, looking thoughtful and distant. I must admit it gave me both pity and curiosity.

As the spring days advanced and the heat became more intense, my neighbor's morning outings became more sporadic. Maybe he was sick.

I asked my parents if they knew anything, pretending innocence, since I understood those days that this man attracted me much more for reasons other than mere neighborhood circumstances.

A few days before turning 25 and a few months after receiving my medical degree, my sexual experience reduced to an adolescent noviazgo that, although it broke my virginity, was not very satisfying.

My dark thoughts imagined that a mature person with sufficient years of experience would give me the satisfaction that my emotions and sex were waiting for. Many nights, I must admit, I almost vividly dreamed him taking off that soaked sweat-drenched shirt and walking around. toward a ghostly bathroom where the steam didn't allow for clear vision. My unconscious gaze slid down his body, from his chest to his pubis, but just as I could see in my daydreams his cock, I would wake up abruptly, sweaty and with my wet underwear soaked with fluids. I didn't know what to do, I was paralyzed between my obscene dreams and the real intentions swirling in my fevered head. How could I compare the reality of my adolescent experience, the sweet and slender cock of that past boyfriend with his precocious ejaculation or the images I saw while studying with the imaginary cock of my neighbor that shook my mind. I imagined it, of course, something bigger than my teenage love's cock, perhaps something thicker and with a lot of pubic hair around it. I had to make a decision, finding an opportunity to see it was essential if I wanted to get rid of the sex ghosts in my head. The opportunity was on my side when my parents told me they would be traveling the following weekend. I had to stay behind to study since I had an exam mid-week. After the usual goodbyes and relevant recommendations, knowing that my parents wouldn't return for two days, I prepared my plan. They say there's no better place to think than the bathroom, so I filled the bathtub and submerged myself in the warmth of the water, letting myself be carried away. As I elaborated my strategy, I felt like desire was taking hold of me. The heat I felt in my pussy was uncontrollable despite the foamy and refreshing water that bathed my body. I stood up and between soap bubbles posed one of my fingers on my clitoris, excitement made me jump. Then I lowered my hand and started rubbing my sex, occasionally inserting my fingers deep into my hot pussy. Accompanied rhythmic movements of my hand until orgasm. When I opened my eyes, relaxed and clean, I was already ready for anything. That Saturday the heat began to raise the temperature of the environment from early on. I put on a fresh slip and my impeccable white knickers. I had breakfast conveniently, styled my hair, and perfumed my entire body. I left the house and while crossing the garden that led me to my neighbor's house, a thousand hypotheses ran through my head. Upon arriving at the door, I hesitated, but I couldn't turn back. The sensation of curiosity and contained desire intoxicated me like a narcotic. I took courage and rang the bell. The door opened and revealed Marco, with an undeniable expression of surprise, his bright glasses, and his impeccable trimmed beard. - Hi Martina, do you have any problem? - No, it's just that my parents left for a couple of days, I was going to have breakfast and couldn't find sugar anywhere in the house. – I said stupidly. - Ah, good, if that's the case there's no problem, I must have some, come... All in the interior was immaculately ordered, as it should be for any engineer's house, I thought. - Sit down - he said, pointing to the armchair that I could see from my window. - You know? It's been so long since we've been neighbors and yet... - Yes, almost don't know each other... - I said without letting him finish. – But, every morning I saw him leave to run and haven't seen him for a while... - Ahhh... yes... clear... it's just that I haven't left the house in a while, since I retired, I don't have many reasons... besides... my wife... you know... - Of course I knew, his wife had passed away two years ago and I never saw him accompanied by another woman. Two years without touching a woman, I thought, feeling a whirlwind inside me. I couldn't let that moment slip away. It was the exact opportunity to make him understand my intentions. - Of course, I understand... – I said while opening my legs slightly to show my underwear and moving in the armchair to get closer. - I understand... - I repeated while my hand possessed his pants and felt through the fabric the rubbing of his cock. He looked at me again, this time with surprise, but didn't say anything. - You know? You attract me a lot... - I murmured. He remained silent and let me continue. I smiled wistfully, waiting for him to tell me how much he desired me or wanted to be with a woman, but he didn't. My hand on his groin felt like that cock was taking life of its own. Like a caged snake it started to give small jumps and move, growing with each shake. Without hesitation, I squeezed his cock again, still having some flaccidity. Then I undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his hairy chest, while he slowly and gently ran his hands along my thighs almost to my underwear. A deep suffocation invaded me and I felt like the inside of my pussy was filling with juices at the same time as my vulva lips opened eagerly and humidly. After I prepared myself to discover the contents of that package that my anxious fingers had touched. Almost with desperation, I lowered the zipper of his pants and introduced my hand. I lowered his pants a bit with some help from him and in front of my eyes, his cock and balls began to unfold. It was much more than what my imagination had delivered me. That roll of flesh was enormous and very thick. The trunk was marked by injected veins that started at the base and ended in an enormous head covered in skin.

My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing, slowly the foreskin slid away, the vision of that gigantic gland filled my mouth with saliva as I thought about what it would feel like to savor it with my tongue. His balls were also enormous and the stretched scrotum that contained them was as long as his cock and was rough and hairy.

His cock and balls were burning. The rough skin was sweaty and emitted a particular perfume. That mixture of aromas, between perfume and sweat, excited me tremendously.

I caressed his endless cock and burning balls. That cock was hardening but still had some flaccidity. I couldn't stop thinking about what size it would reach when it was definitely hard. While he was fondling his cock, he ran my dress leaving my tits exposed. He started sucking my nipples. I felt the warmth of his tongue and the hairs of his grizzled beard rubbing against my breasts. My nipples stood up almost instantly.

I couldn't wait any longer and I lunged at his cock to swallow it.

The head of his penis was wet with seminal fluid. That amazing juice mixed with the hormonal sweat aroma of his balls and I took a bite, putting my head in my mouth without hesitation.

I squeezed the shaft tightly with my hand, feeling it fill up with blood as it hardened, while my tongue savored the acidic and sweet drops of fluid coming out of it. I tried to swallow everything but couldn't. Then I devoted myself to licking and absorbing the body of his cock with my saliva. He pulled out my underwear with smoothness and rubbed his fingers on my moist and eager clitoris. He moved away and taking me by the hips, placed my pussy in his mouth to give it licks and then plunged his tongue into the juicy hole of my vagina. My juices must have known very well, I thought while enjoying myself, since he didn't stop sucking them with his mouth for a long time. Maybe my moans were too loud because he stopped sucking me. Would it be time to feel that cock inside me? - I wondered. He put it in firmly, squeezed my pussy like wanting to tear it off while pushing and pulling it in and out hard as a stick. The double lubrication of my saliva and my flows served for him to penetrate me until the end. I groaned with pleasure at each thrust. I felt full and complete. It was so thick that the edges of his glans rubbed against the walls of my vagina, taking me to paradise. He put it in and out smoothly first, then put it in quickly until the end. My belly trembled and before the last jerk, I had an orgasm. After a while, she took it out and sat on the couch. That cock pointed like a mast towards the bright sky shining with my juices. Without preambles I sat on her opening my lips to say pussy so it could enter without interference. And thus it did, losing itself deep in my entrails. Never had I felt such pain and pleasure at the same time.

I didn't leave an instant of sucking her with my hungry vagina until I felt the pulsations of his semen wanting to come out and the fluttering of my vagina having another orgasm. He couldn't or didn't want to ejaculate.  She pulled him out again, exhausted and sweaty. I couldn't leave him like that after everything he had given me. I definitely grabbed that cock starting to weaken and went back to sucking it. In my mouth, the flavors of my vaginal fluids and the first drops of semen coming from his cock mixed together. While holding his gland between my lips, I squeezed the shaft of his cock with one hand and caressed his inflamed testicles with the other. It didn't take long for him to react, my hands felt his spasms. I heard him groan and adjusted myself to receive his cum, not without giving his swollen and red gland a last kiss first. He grabbed his cock between his hands and almost instantly let out a warm and whitish torrent of semen onto my tits. With the last spasm, he brought his member close to my tits and spread his semen with the tip of his beautiful cock, while I felt his balls emptying between my fingers that were still caressing them. Exhausted, he collapsed into the armchair. - I never thought someone would make me happy like this at my age – he said, sighing deeply. I wiped his cum off my tits with my underwear and leaned my head against his abdomen. I was also happy, I had exorcised the ghosts of my sex. We stayed there for a long time, him with a smile on his mouth and me watching as what had brought back joy to me started to weaken between his legs. I never saw him again, they say he moved away and I saw him leave with a smile on his lips. I still keep the sugar bowl I took from that house among other things. FIN