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Compendium IIIThat Wednesday, Aisha was watching me closely while I took my son to school. I felt literally stalked by her. Her eyes were looking at me through the crowd of parents and kids, noting in their eyes an uncontrollable anxiety.
When I approached the girls, just as I expected, Emma smiled complicitly, while Izzie looked at me impatiently because her turn would be the next day. It was clear that the 3 of them desired me for the silence they gave me as a testimony. But without saying much, Aisha took the initiative, her need too great to ignore.The walk towards her house was sudden, with our hearts racing with desire with each step. You could tell from their eyes that she was desperate. I even sensed that her underwear was wet.
Oh, good morning, father of my sister's friend! - Calliope opened the door, receiving me with our first exchange of words with a playful smile.
And without losing time, he gave me a passionate kiss, with his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me towards her. He took my hands to grab his buttocks, holding him firmly while we deepened our kiss, with our tongues exploring our famished mouths.He was wearing a scandalous yellow bikini, a gift from his ex-boyfriend Nick, who had considered it too revealing to be seen in public.
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With David's departure, Calliope and Aisha's relationship continued to grow in intimacy. Every night, once Sophie succumbed to her fatigue, Calliope would slip into the marital bedroom to enjoy her clandestine dates. Her light clothes fell like leaves under the storm, revealing her naked forms.
They had become experts in the art of making love silently, using eyes and caresses to communicate. Calliope learned about the sensitivity of her mother's dark areolas by contemplating how her eyes would narrow in ecstasy. Making love had become a sacred ritual, a moment when they connected at a level that transcended the ordinary. Thanks to the improvised water bottles used as consolers, they had been stretching and preparing Calliope's tight pussy for the pleasurable experience she was about to indulge in.Their levels of intimacy had reached totally new heights. They were no longer bound by family ties or bothered by them. Their lust far surpassed that bond. Aisha's neglected need for intimacy with David was being satisfied thanks to her daughter's help and mine, while Calliope satisfied her curiosity with her mother's seductive body and experience.
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But returning to those moments, Aisha started undressing, revealing her voluptuous figure centimeter by centimeter. Her heavy and majestic breasts are a full testimony to the beauty of maturity.
Although Calliope's breasts are firm and voluminous, they do not compare to the volume of her mother's, an aspect that Aisha knows drives me crazy. My eyes sharpened upon seeing her in her libidinous black lace-up bodice. Her breasts seemed on the verge of bursting out of their cups, with hard and supplicant nipples begging for attention.The spectacle was so exciting and surprising that the bulge in my pants didn't take long to manifest itself.
Together, mother and daughter led me smiling to the second-floor gym, where the hot tub was located. The air was filled with emotions as they began to undress me, their fingers working coordinately to release my penis from confinement of my boxers.
Aisha's breasts were swinging heavy and voluminous, her waist swaying seductively. Seeing her like that was like a punch to the stomach, making my body respond with a savage need.
Calliope didn't lose sight of her mother. Her youthful breasts were perfect, and Aisha couldn't help but feel a little envy.
They approached me, their gazes fixed on my penis as it jumped freely from my boxers. For both women, it seemed like a lighthouse of desire, a symbol of the passion that united them.Calliope was the first to act, her hands wrapping around the base of my shaft. She leaned over me, her flirtatious tongue teasing me while she savored me. Aisha watched us, her hand caressing her clitoris to stimulate herself. Her hands grew trembly as she saw it was her mother's turn to try me out.
The sounds of our combined moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate throughout the house. We were a trio of luxury, tied to secrets and desires that couldn't be spoken in public. Mother and daughter took their turns adoring my cock, their lips and tongues working in harmony driving me crazy.Calliope felt her mother's gentle touch guiding her. No longer just mother and daughter, but lovers sharing me. Aisha's expert hands traversed her daughter's body, with her eyes shining with a lust that reflected Calliope's.
My breathing caught in my throat as I watched two of the most sensual women in my life united in their pursuit of pleasure. My erection grew more rigid, forcing Calliope's hand while Aisha's skilled fingers traversed her body.
Unable to resist that passionate torture for too long, I grasped Aisha so tightly that her lascivious bust pressed against my chest. Her hardened nipples rubbed against my skin, sending shivers directly to my penis.
Our eyes locked and without saying a word, Aisha changed places with her daughter, her soft lips enveloping my cock in a passionate kiss.
Our tongues danced wildly, savoring the need on Calliope's lips. It was a moment of pure and uncontrolled lust, where time seemed to stand still. Calliope watched with many desires as her mother's head rose and fell incessantly, swallowing more cock than she had ever taken before.
Her own desperation and lust guided her hand to her femininity, her fingers entering easily. She moaned, her voice muffled by my mouth, while Aisha's hands joined hers, their fingers intertwining as her pleasure intensified.
But Calliope's desires became too intense. She managed to settle on top of me, surprising her mother.
Aisha gazed at her daughter with envy, but the raw passion on her daughter's face was impossible to resist. Without even realizing it, my fingers slid over her vaginal lips, probing the humidity lodged between her folds. The heat was palpable, a fire that consumed the air around us. I managed to look up at Aisha over Calliope's shoulder, causing a rich sensation to run down my back. I could feel her anxiety to join us, completing our circle of warmth that had formed over the months.But curiously, while looking at her mother, Calliope turned crazy. The idea of making love to her mother's lover got her even more excited, and she started moving faster, her hips pressing against me. Aisha's hand became bolder, her thrusts becoming more insistent as she appreciated Calliope's breasts bouncing up and down with each penetration. She was trying to bury us with them and bite and suck them, but her movements were so impressive that all I could do was kiss them, although her lips and tongue were parched. Having a young and impulsive girl try to penetrate herself was mind-blowing.The frenzied moans of the daughter became the irresistible siren's song that Aisha couldn't ignore. The water around us was shaking not so much from the bubbles but from the movement of our bodies.The hot tub water splashed around us, the sunbeams shining in an ethereal glow on our entwined bodies. The essence of our lust permeated the air, a potent cocktail of love and luxury. David's gym was a pure erotic scene, a board of love and pleasure that could never be replicated.
Calliope's moans grew more intense as the pressure built up, echoing through the house walls at moments she reached orgasm. However, Aisha's lust became indomitable. The sight of her daughter's orgasm was too much for her.
With a desire-filled moan, Aisha began to ride my face, her sex inches from her daughter's face. The connection between us was electric, animalistic, a current that seemed to pulse through the same air.
My tongue danced over Aisha's swollen clitoris, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Calliope watched, her eyes dazzled by lust, as her mother's body convulsed uncontrollably.
The pressure built up until Calliope couldn't take it anymore. She came in a scream, her body shaking from the force of her liberation. My penis shook inside her and she knew I was close.
And finally, with a powerful thrust, I filled her with my hot semen, watching her mother. The air was thick with the essence of sex, our bodies sticky with sweat and desire.
Once Calliope's tremors ceased and I could free myself, Aisha cleaned me up, then kissed her daughter and shared the taste of my semen.
My penis remained hard, my desire for both insatiable. Seeing them kiss, my Heart raced. The idea of making both of them love me, filling them with my seed, was intriguing.
Calliope smiled at me, looked at her mother and said: 'It's your turn!
Aisha didn't need more. She mounted me on my hips, her pussy still wet from her previous orgasm. She bent over me, watching her daughter. The thrill of feeling myself expanding her was too much for her, a pleasure so intense that she felt it in her soul.
The warmth of the wet pussy enveloping me once again was wonderful. I started to thrust into her slowly, with movements growing in power and demand. Water splashed again as our passion was unleashed, a whirlpool of love and luxury out of control.
Aisha was mounting me with an uncontrollable hunger, her sex hurting from my thrusts. The water was swirling around us, indicating the frenzied passion that was projected by our frantic movements. Aisha's eyes were full of passion as she constantly bounced back onto my penis, her breasts shaking like jelly with each bounce.Calliope was impressed at seeing her mother take me completely. Seeing the voluptuous body of her mother mount the same man who had made her come just minutes before, probably making her feel the same experiences, was impactful. Unconsciously, her hand slid back to caress her own clitoris.
At that moment, my teeth were rubbing against Aisha's brunette areola, causing her to sigh and moan as I nibbled on her sensitive nipples. Her eyes went blank, lost in the intense sensation that filled her sex again and again. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a ballet of pleasure and luxury that seemed to transcend the extremes of reality. As a result, the room resonated with soft groans and the constant pounding of flesh against flesh.
My hands explored Aisha's curves, holding onto her defiant hips with each thrust, while Calliope's hands moved faster, following her mother's joy, resulting in a powerful aphrodisiac.
The mother's moans became more frenzied as she reached deeper depths, her body moving to an infernal rhythm that reflected months of experience and practice. Like her daughter, my burning rod was pounding the mother's belly with madness. The majestic chocolate-colored breasts were shaking frantically, each one of our powerful thrusts reshaping the mother's entrails. Aisha was kissing me wildly, loving me with a deep and crude pleasure. There was no doubt that... way that David could provide her with the amounts of pleasure I was giving him in those moments.
His moans were becoming more potent, his hips tensing as the orgasms kept coming.
Aisha's orgasms were manifesting themselves slowly, in a melody of pleasure that extended to eternity. As they hit me again and again, her entire body shook with pleasure. I could feel my penis pulsating incessantly inside her belly, filling her with my hot seed. The sensation was indescribable, with a connection going beyond the physical.
The three of us remained exhausted, wrapped in a web of desire. We shared a wild and unfiltered passion that went beyond morality.
After Mom let me go, Calliope, like an obedient daughter, cleaned my penis with her warm mouth and tongue, delighting in the taste of our mixed juices with water.
Then Aisha brought Calliope close, possessing her with maternal, carnal, and luxurious love.
Yours! she proclaimed before kissing her daughter, her voice hoarse with desire.
Calliope yielded, with a perturbed smile between her lips.
And you're mine! she responded, grabbing the base of my shaft.
Once we could disengage, Mom and daughter settled into the hot tub's edge. The mother's magnificent and narrow ass was temptingly demanding additional pleasure. I positioned myself behind her, while her feline gaze made an invitation I couldn't refuse.
Calliope contemplated in silence as she appreciated the lascivious expression of her mother. Aisha's face, once benevolent and maternal, was at that moment a portrait of pure lust and carnality, with glassy eyes from uncontrollable lasciviousness while being penetrated through the ass, just as much as she enjoyed it. The unbalanced expression of her mother, contorted in a fusion of pain with pleasure, hypnotized Calliope.My thrusts were deep and powerful, opening up the narrow, hot, and refreshing hole of the mother, pushing Aisha towards the edge of the tub. She moaned, with her eyes bulging, as I was impacting on her key points. The sensation of my thick cock sliding in and out of her was almost unbearable.
I could notice Calliope's curiosity as she contemplated her mother. The desire to deepen that sensation that had her mother so passionate. Her lustful hand slid once more between her legs, with her fingers trying to alleviate her anxiety, imagining how it would be to be filled in such a vicious way.
The sound of our skin slapping and the water splashing and bubbling filled the gym atmosphere, punctuated by Aisha's cries of pleasure. Calliope's orgasm was growing, with her body thirsty for satisfaction.
Aisha's cheeks flushed, her body trembling from the force of her orgasms and from the fact that her daughter wasn't losing any detail of her mother's actions. Yet, her body still desired more.
My waist pistoned constantly against Aisha's hips, with my inescapable grip as I continued to screw her more and more. As Aisha screamed her orgasm, her body shook due to the intensity. Calliope couldn't hold out for much longer, reaching climax a few seconds after her mother, with her waist shaking uncontrollably on her hand as she came intensely.
We remained silent, panting and exhausted for a moment, the water of The hot tub swirling around us.
While we were recovering, we settled in to talk. I positioned myself between the two of them, holding onto their delicious breasts while hugging them, as they grabbed my semi-erect penis like it was the most natural thing in the world.Oh well, mom. – Calliope started, her voice still rumbling after our encounter. – You were right. Being with an older man is... incredible.
Aisha shone with satisfaction.
• I know, sweetheart! – she replied, caressing my cheek. – But you also have to admit that Marco is well-endowed in the men's department.
I was left speechless as she enjoyed squeezing my glans. Calliope nodded, playing with her mother's nipple.
Or I can see why you chose him. – she responded, looking at me.
And it's here where I realized that, despite everything, the world is a handkerchief.
Or at least, Melbourne is.
• But tell me, daughter. – the mother started, caressing my chest. - What sparked your curiosity about older men in the first place?
Calliope hesitated slightly...
Or if you're being honest, mom, my best friend had an affair with her old neighbor this summer. – Calliope began to tell us. – She told me it was incredible in bed. Much better than her boyfriend.
• Did he really? Did Matty's bombshell deceive him?When I heard that, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine that I hadn't felt in years.
Oh yes! she said, with her cheeks flushed. - He told me it was his crush for many years. Even before he knew Matty. He said he seemed like a handsome, nice, and good guy. A responsible dad... and well, since Brenda wasn't very attached to her father, she fell in love with him.
I felt livid.
• Well, Marco is so committed to his son and daughters that's why I hooked up with him. - Added Aisha, kissing my cheek as she massaged my penis.
But he also told me he had an infidelity with his motherDuring the pandemic. – Calliope continued, making me feel like I was drowning in water. – He was married, but they would meet every two weeks, under the pretext of buying food and then, they would go to a hotel to screw for hours.
It was one of those moments where I wanted the earth to swallow me up. • So, was it because you wanted to experiment with your mother's lover? – Aisha asked, her voice sensual.
Calliope blushed even more.
• Well, I wouldn't say it was exactly that. – she protested. - But I felt curious about how it would be.
And if I needed further confirmation, what followed cleared everything up.
or The best part - continued Calliope - was that he told me they had done it allValentine's DayWhile Matty was with his wife on the beach, Brenda was getting it hard with her neighbor's cock. She told me she had never felt so much pleasure in life.
• Wow! Did Brenda say that? - Aisha asked, surprised.
I was stunned.
Oh yes! – Exclaimed, excited. – They went at it for hours while Matty was with the wife on the beach. Brenda said he was a real stud, exploring every hole of her body.
• Well, I know the feeling. - Aisha commented, looking at me delightedly as she continued to massage me.
I cleared my throat, with my penis twitching in her hands.
- I think... we should get ourselves together to go find our kids. – I said, still impressed by Calliope's story.
As the mother and daughter watched me leave the hot tub and gather my clothes, I thought about how Brenda knew Calliope. After all, she was in third year and studying something related to humanities.
But the idea that wouldn't leave my head was that Melbourne is a real stud.Next post
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