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Compendium IIIThe imminent return of David from his long trip has made Wednesdays much more exhausting. When Aisha came to pick me up, my expression was tense, with the silent faces of Emma and Isabella approving our relationship.
He was wearing a one-piece dress, adorned with an elegant floral print, which emphasized his captivating hourglass figure, highlighting his fine waist and broad, rounded backside in a modest yet discreet but also elegant way.-Calliope isn't home, right? - I asked worriedly as we walked back to her house.
The idea of attending to her and her daughter again was terrifying. Aisha smiled, her eyes looking at me mischievously.
• She is. - She replied to me with a seductive purr. - But she's busy with a study session.
Her words and gaze weren't entirely reassuring.
- Won't we interrupt? - I asked, growing more worried.
• Don't worry! - She tried to calm me down, her smile growing. - They're in their bedroom. We'll have ours to ourselves.
Each time, I felt myself getting tenser...
- What if someone comes and spies on us?
Her seductive smile didn't calm me down.
• They're busy. - Aisha told me, giving me a wink. - Besides, we're alone. Only us.
As we arrived at her house, I resigned myself. We climbed the stairs in silence, and although Aisha's figure was exciting, that uncertainty was eating away at me with each step we took.
Out of nowhere, Aisha broke the calm of our procession:
• Calliope, we're back! - She shouted down the hallway. - Come say hello!
I looked completely terrified, unsure of what to expect.
Calliope appeared dressed sensually as always: a white fitted and cut-out jersey that accentuated her ample breast and a short plaid skirt that flirted with the upper part of her curved thighs.Oh, hello, father of my sister's friend! - she greeted again sensually, although from a distance.
But it was then that her companion appeared, leaving me pale...
Marco? - she asked in an acute and surprised tone.
As I raised my gaze, it was as if a bus had run me over...
Brenda! - I managed to exclaim, just as surprised as she.
The voluptuous figure of Brenda made her appearance, wearing a blue marino blouse that was quite fitted and tried to discreetly pass off her generous bust, hugging her body and accentuating her curvaceous figure. Her rounded and petite buttocks were wrapped in a short and pleated skirt that reached above the knees, thus highlighting her turned legs. The cream-colored tone of the skirt complemented her outfit, matching her white socks up to the ankles and a pair of white sneakers with which she encapsulated her innocent yet seductive personality.Calliope and Aisha exchanged smiles in a clearly set trap, enjoying the drama that was unfolding between us for their own entertainment. The tension was palpable among us, as our gazes jumped from spectator to spectator, unsure of what to do.
Does she know him? - Calliope inquired, giving me a sensual smile in a playful yet honest tone.
Brenda let out a sigh...
Yes. - recognized Brenda, in a tone that denounced her emotional exhaustion and a pinch of sadness and frustration. He was my old neighbor.
What? Don't tell me he's the one... - Calliope feigned, to be interrupted by Brenda's gaze, which seemed to want to kill her.
The second-floor hallway returned to silence, with the weight of our shared secret hanging in the air. Aisha approached me, taking my arm and pressing it between her breasts, an action that clearly annoyed Brenda.
How is your mother? - I managed to ask her, trying to keep calm.
She's fine. - she replied, her voice agitated. Although Brenda has hers, she couldn't take her eyes off her friend's mother. Although she's been seeing many people lately.
The implication of her statement was clear: Sarah was hot, eager for sex, just like... Aisha and Calliope were at it.
'Marco, how do you know Calliope and her mother?' – Brenda asked, going straight to the point and highlighting the mother's clear disgust.
'Acaso Verito and Pamelita study with Lily?'
'No. My son Bastián studies with her.' – I clarified.
Brenda couldn't get over her astonishment…
'You have a son?' – she asked, more and more confused.
The mother and daughter were enjoying the situation. However, they also surprised me when I explained that Sonia and I were work colleagues and how she had asked me to impregnate her.
I looked at the three of us, feeling desolate. Although I knew the secret would soon be revealed, I never thought Calliope would figure it out so quickly, causing my past to collide with my present in such an abrupt way.
'Then, you two know each other...' – Calliope insisted again, in a mocking tone.
'Yes.' – admitted Brenda, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
And that's when Calliope dropped the bombshell…
'Marco is now my mother's lover,' – she pointed out with complete naturalness. 'Isn't it a small world?'
Her words hit us both hard. Brenda's eyes widened, leaving her speechless.
'What?' – she asked, incredulous.
Calliope let out a frustrated sigh, not wanting to disturb her friend.
'Yes. Marco is my mother's lover too,' – Calliope explained in a disheartened tone. 'My father's vagabond goes away for two months and my mother feels lonely.'
Brenda looked at Aisha, who lowered her head in embarrassment. But that didn't stop her from taking me to the marital bedroom without saying another word.
Unlike Emma, Cheryl, and Isabella, my relationship with Aisha is more about lust and solitude.
When we entered the bedroom, her hands went straight for the belt of my pants, then kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing while her hand slid over my pants.
My erect, hard, and swollen penis stood tall in front of her, who had gotten down on her knees. Her taut mouth slid over me, with her cheeks sinking in with each suck. I couldn't believe the enormous pleasure I felt at that moment. However, I could tell from the way she looked that Aisha found my penis delicious. My body was going limp as I made a deep throat, almost without gagging as I swallowed centimeter by centimeter. My hands made their way to her breasts, which I pinched while groaning with pleasure. For Aisha, my cock was a beauty, a pleasure weapon from which she could never have enough. She massaged me with her warm hand while kissing me, and the other hand played with her own sex. My length surpassed her hand and even her face. My thickness was superior to that of her husband David. I gave it my best effort to swallow her whole.Even he sent me to the heavens by wrapping my penis around his marvelous chocolate-colored breasts, loudly sucking me.From one moment to another, Aisha got up from her feet, stealing an incredible kiss and taking my hand, leading me towards the bed.While I was spinning with my erect penis, it seemed to me that I could hear the sound of some sighs, although Aisha prevented me from getting distracted.
I took her in my arms without much effort, placing her on the bed. I kissed her neck, nibbling her skin as I positioned myself over her. Aisha felt a pleasure shock as I was penetrating her, filling her slowly. My movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust bringing her closer to her pleasure.
We made love, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, our eyes fixed on each other as we shared the most intimate of our moments. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the bedroom, a passion orchestra that couldn't be silenced.
He kissed me in an exquisite way, giving me complete authorization to touch her breasts. My penis felt hard and menacing like a cannon. He turned around and started riding me.I was enjoying it a lot. I could tell that she didn't want to acknowledge that she was falling in love, just like Emma and Isabella, but it was different doing it with me than with David. Later, I would say that if David made her feel the same way I do, Aisha would be a faithful and loyal wife.My kisses were full of feelings. She made her feel receptive. As if she wanted to get pregnant. As if she knew I would be an exceptional father...
She felt another orgasm thinking about it. That aspect was another difference between us. While David avoided vaginal sex to prevent unexpected pregnancies, Aisha realized that I loved making love to her. Even anal sex with me was much better than with David, since I could contain myself for a longer time and make sure she felt pleasure, which was irrelevant to David.
It was like this that she wrapped her legs around mine, letting me penetrate her completely. She felt full. She loved it. I could go deeper than David. I could even press her stomach, drowning her in an ocean of ecstasy.
Aisha's orgasms started coming like a relentless and interminable symphony of pleasure, with each climax more intense than the previous one. For her, my cock was a work of art, a divine instrument of passion that filled her in ways she never thought possible. The sensation of my tip rubbing against her uterine cervix was like a revelation, taking her to the limit again and again.
Her moans became louder and more intense, resonating throughout the house as she lost herself in the moment.
My thrusts became stronger, my cock stretching her with each push. I could feel my semen accumulating, the implacable pressure inside me. And when I finally released it, filling her with my hot and dense seed, Aisha screamed with satisfaction, feeling more alive than ever.
Our bodies were... a sticky and sweaty commotion, our breathing was agitated against each other, the echoes of our mutual ecstasy reverberating through our bodies. That marvelous and solitary ebony goddess was looking at me gratefully and lovingly, her eyes briefly escaping to a part of the bedroom that her tender hands wouldn't let me turn to look.
With a sensual smile, Aisha looked at me, her eyes sparkling with malice.
•I want something special in mind! – she whispered sweetly, with a hot voice in luxury.
My enthusiasm returned, manifesting slightly in the vigor of my instrument lodged in her, which clearly she felt.
–What do you want? – I asked, eager to enjoy her succulent body and new heights of pleasure.
•I want you to give it to me up the ass. – she murmured, tracing her hand along the line of her buttocks.
As I went penetrating her tight hole, Aisha put her eyes in the back of her head, releasing moans that were equally pleasant as impactful. Her face was a mosaic of pure pleasure, a testament to her crude sexual nature as a woman.
It seemed like a woman in heat, making the slut shine from the chains of social norms.
I grabbed her breasts, holding them as if they were precious jewels. Despite using all my hand, they still spilled over the palms, with her nipples hardened rubbing against my fingers.
Our movements were a real fire, burning any remaining guilt or shame we might have felt.
Aisha's happiness at feeling my cock penetrate her ass was indescribable. It seemed like she had unlocked a new level of pleasure within herself, one she never considered before.
With each thrust, she felt disarmed and rebuilt at the same time, in someone who yearned for intimacy.A whirlwind of ideas was unleashed in her mind, but none of them related to her husband or daughters. In those moments, she was a goddess of pleasure and I, her most fervent believer.
When I finally came, my body convulsed so violently that it seemed almost painful.
It had been a spiritual experience, a transcendence on the physical plane that shook her to the marrow. And when Aisha descended from her ecstasy, she realized things would never be the same again. She had found a part of herself she didn't know and from now on, she would be able to ignore it.
• Marco! – she whispered in an agitated and lustful voice. - I need you to hold me tighter! I want to feel you deeper inside!
(I need you to fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me.)
I couldn't resist, eager to continue participating in our depraved games.
I thrust again with greater force, my cock inserting itself deeper and deeper with each jolt. The slapping of our skin filled the bedroom once more, like a testament to our insatiable mutual hunger.
My muscles tensed as I noticed the hunger in Aisha's eyes, the way she seemed to be begging me to come back to her. But I couldn't obey her yet, not when my cock had strained itself to the limit in our previous encounters.The bedroom turned into a blur of movements and sounds, a melody of passion that was both terrible and refreshing. And Aisha, once again, felt the beginnings of a new orgasm, making her feel infinitely more alive, more desired, more woman...
More complete.
It was clear I couldn't go back to my life with David. Something had awakened in me that could no longer be contained.
And as my cock swelled up inside her, I knew I was being claimed by someone else. She was marking me as hers and that thought caused a terrible shiver down her spine, delighting in the new dynamic of power.
My cock had become a declaration of war for her old life, a declaration of love and lust that couldn't be renounced.
And after coming inside her marvelous ass once more, filling her with my seed, she felt much more complete than before.
Her moans grew louder, resonating throughout the house like a battle cry. This was her domain now, her own kingdom of desire. And from now on, she would do everything to maintain it.
Our bodies remained entwined in bed. Our breathing, panting as we gazed into each other's eyes. There was no going back. We couldn't deny what we had become.
We remained in bed, exhausted and satisfied. It was then that I could look towards the door, seeing half of the hallway...
Aisha smiled, agitated, confirming my suspicions that we hadn't been alone at that moment.
...
We kissed a little more. I was caressing her precious and soft chocolate-colored breasts, wanting to have more time to rub them and kiss them, while she looked at me anxiously because she wanted me to suck and nibble on them.But time, as always, was my rival. As I got up from the bed, Aisha looked at me deliciously, following the shine of sweat on my muscles. Actually, I never believed I had a too-tonified physique, but the bite on her lips made me feel quite attractive.
She followed me with her gaze as I disappeared into the shower, with a disappointed expression in her eyes.
I know she wanted us to stay together a little longer, to enjoy our bodies until nightfall...
But I also know that I'm a responsible guy, and the idea of Bastián waiting for me alone would leave me uncomfortable.
As I was bathing, Aisha took one last opportunity to enjoy my cock, devouring it anxiously, feeling my semen pulsating inside her mouth and swallowing each of my drops.
Honestly, I don't know if before meeting me, Aisha was that good at giving oral sex to her husband or not. But I could tell she felt proud when cleaning me with her delicious tongue, a strange mix between submission and power.We got dressed in silence, our mutual lust much calmer. But as we left the bathroom, I took back my role as devoted father, without even remembering that I had seen Brenda and Calliope or worrying about saying goodbye to them.
In Aisha's living room, Aisha and I kissed again. I could tell what she was looking for in me had evaporated many years ago with David: the love and affection of a couple.
When we arrived at school, Emma and Isabella greeted their friend with complicit smiles, occasionally glancing at me with satisfied winks. Another session of her club closed, and they kept our lustful secret until the next day.
But when Lily arrived, Aisha became the same loving housewife I first knew. She looked at us with a warm satisfaction as my son and I returned to school, with anxious Cheryl waiting for us...
But for now, Aisha would return to her role as devoted wife and mother, only to awaken the insatiable slut within her next week.Next post
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Pense que saldría un cuarteto por los antecedentes, pero te desquitaste solo con Aisha.