Remained there doing it with my slut or I would go and not come back?
And why not a mix of both options? My heart was telling me that that foxy had played with my feelings and I should get away from her because the person who lies once, lies twice, and thrice... Moreover, my deep pride prevented me from forgiving her. But on the other hand, the repressed foxy I discovered in her the day before was blurring my original idea, which wasn't anything but returning to my hometown and erasing all contact with her so she couldn't find me. As I didn't know whether to think with my heart or with my dick, I opted for listening to both and mixing both advice. matured but be your slut . It sounded good. My plan was to leave for a while saying that my head was a mess, that I needed some time of reflection alone but without cutting off contact. If she was willing to wait for me during that time I needed, I would try from afar to make her desire and hate me even more. If, equally the move was risky and I was being a fool when it would have been very easy to stay and have a submissive foxy with whom I could play as I wanted, but as I say my heart and pride also pulled me, and when you've shared your life three years with the same person, it's hard to recognize but in the depths... I still had feelings for her and couldn't see her just as my slut . And I was afraid that if I stayed, my feelings would end up overwhelming me and I'd suffer again. In the morning, I sat her down in the kitchen to tell her how I felt. More or less I dressed it up a bit with nice words because if I told her I needed to stop loving her but keep the right to screw her whenever I wanted she'd send me to hell. We talked for more than an hour. I don't want to focus on the long conversation because, first, I barely remember it exactly, and second, it would be redundant repeating the same thing over and over again. I was basically asking for time alone, understanding, and patience, and she cried like a madwoman contradicting herself. She begged me not to leave and at the same time told me she would wait for me all her life if I needed it. She insisted that she loved me with all her soul, wanted to make me happy, and would follow me wherever I went, only to tell me later that if I was happy, she would have to disappear, she would do it. The contradictory person had taken a decision so by the afternoon after lunch (because driving on an empty stomach doesn't appeal to me) I left towards the city. We said goodbye with a big hug and I almost asked her for a farewell blowjob but at that moment she would have cursed my mother and I didn't want to ruin the moment. I had gotten used to living with my own rules and nothing could change that. They accepted it, almost daring to say they were glad about the breakup because it meant I was back home, or at least in the same city. The first night I spent at my parents' house since the other place didn't even have a sad yogurt. Not even take out the suitcases from the car. I took them out the next day after going to Mercadona to make four basic purchases. Parked the car in front of the entrance, loaded zone, and went up with the suitcases first. Then I went back for the shopping bags. My tactic is probably the same as most people, put the car bags at the entrance, close the car, and carry all the bags up at once as I can. There's no elevator and I'm not too keen on leaving bags in the entrance while I go up a few so I carry them all at once. When I was juggling to grab them all at once, the door of the entrance opened behind me and a Man, how long startled me. It was Susana (fictional name), my neighbor from 4th floor, just above mine. A lifelong friend of the family, she had been one of my muses during my teenage years when I masturbated. I hadn't seen her in years but it still gave me the same thrill as always. As they would say Our friends from American Pie, she was a total MILF, or in Castilian, a MQMF, Mother Who Would Fuck Me. She was around 45 years old, with brown hair below her shoulders, black eyes, and plump lips always painted red. Her tits could feed half of Africa and her ass... well, it had an ass to hold onto and not let go for life. She usually wore makeup and was very stylish in a very feminine way, often with high heels, walking upright which accentuated her large breasts and tremendous backside. The morbid pleasure of that experienced mature woman who catches you and leaves you dry wasn't lost on her.
Help you with the bags? I ask while grabbing a couple of them directly. I hadn't said hello when my eyes were already looking at her cleavage as she bent down to get the bags. - Leave it, it's not necessary.- But I had already grabbed the bags. - What strange to see you around here if it's been years since your hair was last seen!!- - Well yes, but I'm going home because this is missed.- I said while we started climbing the stairs. - But do you come alone or what?- I asked. - Yes, yes, that's how one lives better.- I said smiling. - How ready are you then and when did you get back?- - I arrived last night but went to my parents' place and now I'm coming straight from shopping, I just left the suitcases and didn't enter the house again.- We had already reached the third floor and I was about to open the door. - Ah, that's good, so if you need anything these days you know I'm upstairs.- - Okay okay! And thanks for the help.- - Nothing man nothing.- And with a couple of see you later we parted ways. And yes, discreetly I felt the obligation to look at her ass while climbing up the stairs towards her flat, and yes, it was still as appetizing as I remembered. - What a good girl slut- I said to myself when I was already inside the house. I had a problem, and it was that I was married. I had known her all my life with her husband (whom I will call) Jose. Her marriage was one of those you never explain. It's like seeing someone walk down the street and wondering what that piece of woman is doing with that mindundi. Shorter than her and chubby, he always looked like he was going home from work in his painting or electrician uniform which I deduced would be something similar. To her credit, I'll highlight her tremendous labia, a man who talked to God and everyone else, and whenever you run into him on the street, he always has some witty comment to say. I suppose she'd focus on that. Or maybe it was a sexual beast although honestly it didn't seem like it. The fruit of this strange marriage had produced two daughters, the first Natalia, 18 years old just Done, I won't go any further with her... for now. The last time I saw her was when she was 13 or 14 years old, and she was a little girl then. I don't want to seem like a beast, but at that moment she was still getting used to things. After seeing how well her mother was doing, I wanted to see how that girl had grown up. They had another daughter, who I reckon was between 7 and 9 years old - I'm really bad at guessing ages from memory and barely remembered her name. Anyway, I was home and started unpacking the bags. When I'm alone, the truth is that I'm quite lazy, so after putting everything away, I sat down to watch TV until at least two o'clock in the afternoon and still hadn't done anything about eating. I went to the kitchen intending to do something about it but realized how lazy I was and that I had forgotten to buy oil. It sounds absurd, but I had forgotten the oil. What could I do? Well, I decided to go up to my neighbor Susana's place and ask her for a bit, obviously. I rang the doorbell and she opened it. In pajamas. Short pajamas. Sandals, short pants leaving her legs in the air and a short-sleeved top. A blue one with green drawings. The view she offered when she turned around to get the oil was marvelous. I had never seen her like that before, and if I was excited then, I'm much more so now.
She gave me a bottle half full, I thanked her and went down to my house. I ate and then went back up to return the bottle. It was still just as fresh as before. -Hey, why don't you give me your WhatsApp number in case I need something else someday?- I asked myself when I was leaving. -Okay, note it...-. And after thanking her again, I went back home. When I got down, I already had a message from her leaving me her number. I thanked her again, risking being annoying, and I made myself a masturbation in her honor. She deserved it. The afternoon passed normally until almost dinner time when I received another message from her asking with sarcasm if I already had oil or needed more of what I responded with the same vacillating tone she did. Meanwhile, Claudia's messages kept coming, saying how much she missed me and how much she needed me. I was just giving her a hard time. The next morning I woke up and she greeted me again. The conversation was completely normal; I was still lying in bed and she seemed to have already done all the household chores and was bored at home alone so I told her I was going to have breakfast right now, asking if she was that bored that she should come down and re-breakfast with me, thus compensating for the favor from the previous day. She accepted and had me down in ten minutes, still wearing the same pajamas that were bothering me so much. I prepared a coffee and made one for myself, offered her cookies, and sat down to just look at her eyes and avoid being seen as I was mentally undressing her. We talked about everything, I told her a bit about my university life and how I had left Claudia and why I had come here alone, and she was telling me how bored she was. Since her daughters had finished their course, they had been sent to the countryside with the grandparents, her husband worked practically all day so she was alone every day without anything to do but clean and tidy the house, which made her sick of it. Besides when her husband came home from worked himself out on the sofa for the whole afternoon-night because he said he was tired so they didn't usually go anywhere. He didn't say it openly but my detector of a woman fed up with routine and eager for new emotions was about to explode. After a good while, claiming he had to make lunch, he went back home. This breakfast repeated itself the next day since she invited me to come up to her house and return the previous day's breakfast. I went up happily. This started becoming a kind of routine, one day she'd come down and the other I'd go up. If she didn't have anything to do, neither did I. We'd tell each other about our lives and we were getting comfortable with each other... until we started staying up late at night. While breakfasts didn't seem strange to me, just two neighbors sharing mornings, talking to me for two or three hours at night with her husband there made it more unusual. Although from what he had told me I imagined each of them on a sofa and silent without saying anything.
This for me had a great point, you know how things work on the internet. You can say any comment and if it's bad, just stick out your tongue with a smile to fix it. And if they keep bothering you, you feel more free to say those things that you wouldn't dare say face-to-face, like flirting with your neighbor who is married or taking the conversation to hot topics. I understand what you mean. It all started with innocent comments, talking about how bored I was and saying I needed to find a friend because I was so bored. Of course, with the appropriate icons indicating that I'm not saying anything directly to her, but as a man, I need to... fuck. She would follow up on those comments and laugh. And then she'd start opening up and telling me intimate things. I remember extracts from conversations like: -I'm really desperate haha -Well, see if you think you're the only one haha -Don't tell me... that's not it... little by little haha -Damn, God gives bread to those who don't have teeth -The world is so unfairly divided haha And with conversations like that and innocent questions, I'd be telling her things like nothing was happening with her husband and she needed it too, which clashed quite a bit with the morning conversations we had, which were much more cordial. Every night indirectly, I'd bring up the topic of flirting. I tried to increase the heat and at the same time let her know that I was available for anything. And it seemed like things were working. One day while chatting, she told me not to exaggerate so much, that surely I had 400 behind my back and before my negative response, I literally thought: -They'll be idiots, go ahead if I were your age... -If you were my age then what? 😉 And she started laughing and going off the rails. Seen it all, the next night I attacked with a similar phrase: Go ahead if you weren't married... and she replied in the same way I had the night before, only that I didn't... I cut and threw it at her directly: We weren't that desperate, were we? The floodgates had opened, the fooling around was getting reckless on both sides, although I didn't know until what point she would be willing to go, if for her it was just a joke with her neighbor or if she was ready for more. If it was just a joke, I'd take it, of course, since I knew how this situation was going to end up. Susana needed some action. I increased my offensive and our nighttime conversations started dealing directly with sex. I, pretending not to want the thing, was taking the lead. That's when I saw that we coincided on several things, such as the fact that a daily screw was necessary to live more relaxed. We ended up talking directly about how we liked it. When she spoke, I'd interrupt her with lines like You're going to get me hot in the end or I start thinking and getting hard at these hours to which she would respond very morbidity that If you have to go relieve yourself, mature, let me know when you're done. Morning conversations became tenser than ever. The sexual tension was noticeable, the looks were revealing but neither of us took the step... until I saw her ready and knew she wouldn't refuse and would let herself be carried away by her most basic instincts. That morning I went up prepared for anything. I was tired of getting hard when I saw her in her short pajamas showing off her beautiful legs, I yearned to screw her. The conversation started with trivial topics, I acted silly until I could light the fuse: Bah, I'm feeling spaced out... I haven't relieved myself in two days and it's going to drive me crazy. Haha, you're not very good at holding back. She replied laughing. At that moment she was standing on her feet in the kitchen making lunch and I was leaning against the table behind her without losing sight of her ass. Not very good... I'm climbing the walls. I said. Well, if you need it so much... do it! She told me with laughter, turning her head to look at me. Shh, I'm getting really hot and look how I get myself.- And grab the package that was already in good condition while she instinctively turned her head again to look at how I got myself. Her eyes went directly to my package. -Well, you know where the bathroom is!- -Oh, but I'll pass on going to the bathroom.- -I'm not going to be scared of seeing it huh?- -Then perfect.- And said this I took off my pants below the testicles and my cock came out flying towards her butt. My cock was rubbing against her pajama pant, I grabbed her and started a smooth movement while sighing. Susana wasn't looking at me anymore but knew perfectly that I had just passed right behind her. -And what are you thinking?- I wonder. A trap question, she already knew what I was thinking. -You. To do it with you. This butt and this pajama set gets me...
In that moment I saw his right arm stretch back slowly, almost with fear. He felt my cock with his hand until he found it stiff pointing at him. He grabbed it tightly. -Oh God you're so good.- He sighed. I grabbed her breasts from behind. They barely fit in my hands. -You're very good Susana.- That activated her and she started to move her hand slowly. I grabbed her hard nipples like rocks through the shirt.
Without solting my cock and without stopping her hand from moving, she turned around and stood facing me with her head bowed down, still gazing at her hand as if it were a lady giving herself a masturbation. -Oh, how you're doing.- She repeated this time with more emphasis. Her hand was poetry in motion. She was certainly an expert at giving blowjobs, just like she would be in everything else? -I'm eager to screw you.- I said firmly, bringing my hands to her ass and finally grabbing it for the first time. Without saying a word, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt with her free hand and semi-pushed me into sitting down on a kitchen chair. With her feet in front of mine, she grabbed one leg of her pants and pulled them up, leaving my underwear that kept her treasure hidden. With her middle finger, I grabbed her underwear and moved it aside along with her pant leg, exposing her coveted pussy to the air. A elegant, dark-skinned pussy with a recut hairdo on top and perfect vaginal lips, neither too big nor too small. She spread her legs and let herself fall onto me, inserting my entire cock into her. I almost exploded at that moment. I was soaked and it hadn't cost her anything to get her whole cock in one pull. She grabbed my head and started bouncing on top of me, moaning like a madwoman with her eyes closed. I lifted up her shirt and finally got to see her enormous tits in the first row. Enormous, that's saying little.
Her nipples were perfectly the size of my eyes. I lunged to devour them. I sucked, licked, and bit them... I did everything I could while she rode me at a rhythm that few times had seen. Our orgasms synchronized. Since we were both so hot, we didn't take long to come, especially mine was intense. She sat down on my cock as it slowly returned to its relaxed state. When she stood up, a good-sized semen stream fell from her pussy onto me. -It's better if you leave, my husband is about to arrive.- She said. It wasn't even 11 and he usually didn't get home until almost 1 am, but at that moment she seemed embarrassed and didn't want to force anything. I naturally got up and tried to calm her down before saying goodbye with a kiss and it's been incredible. I went back to my house and grabbed a beer to celebrate. I picked up my phone and the first thing I saw was... from Claudia. That foxy was like she had read it. As euphoric as I was, I didn't think twice and sent her I have paperwork in a few weeks, hope to see you on the weekend. No paperwork or anything, I just wanted to screw her again. It was curious, I had gone from horny to bull. And certainly, I saw similarities between both cases, or rather between both women. Eye, with Claudia I did indeed screw and a lot, we didn't go more than 2 days without doing it, but we had fallen into routine and the ejaculations were absolutely all the same, at the same time, of the same duration, in the same way... and she with her slutty side inside was tired and looking for something different. Although I loved her, her inner foxy was asking for more adventures than what I was giving her at that moment. It was roughly what happened to Susana, except that with her husband she barely did it once a week and she needed it daily. She needed her good doses of good sex, adventure, and cock... She needed someone to bring out, like Claudia, that inner slut that I had suppressed it after almost two decades of marriage. And I wasn't going to waste that opportunity. That's what I was thinking when the doorbell rang. Susana. I walked in directly. We need to talk. She started. Let's see, this thing that happened... is like... can't explain it, but it's not right, you know? It shouldn't have happened. Why? Because I'm married and you're my neighbor! And? And besides, you could be my mother!! - She was starting to get nervous. But you're not. Come on, it was a wild night and we both wanted it. No... you've got me mixed up. She said, releasing herself. No, you ran like a crazy woman just like me. You were so eager as I was. You can't deny that it wasn't wild... - I approached her while she backed away. It's not, let's see, you're confusing yourself... - She continued backing up until she reached the front door. Why did you come down? I asked, looking at her with my eyes already having pushed her against the front door. To come back and fuck? If you're still wearing those same pants to warm me up. I grabbed the elastic of her pants and pulled them out. You haven't even changed your underwear. And I put my hand under hers until my fingers reached her pussy. You still have my cum inside. - Please... stop... She started getting agitated. You need someone to really screw you and I can do it. My finger went in and out of her. You deserve a good screwing. I want you to stop... please... - Why do you want me to be quiet if you're wet? Don't you like what I'm doing? You're getting wet because you know what I said is true. Damn it... - I can really screw you, give you cock every day... do you want it? Do you want a real screw? My fingers were fucking her at high speed. Listen... ah... listen to me. Tell me. I need someone to really screw me... damn it... I'm desperate for a good banging... ahhhh... damn... - And then she came in my hand. The truth is, I didn't expect that. What time does your husband leave? I asked. I could have screwed her at that very moment, but I wanted to give her a good screw in conditions that wouldn't be forgotten and would make someone completely surrender. -Seven thirty.- -Well, tomorrow at eight I'll have you upstairs for what you need.- To which she responded by sticking her tongue out as far as where I had stuck it before. It was a 'yes, please'.
I had it clear, that idea of going down making myself the victim and talking about how I shouldn't have gone alone was just a way to wash my conscience and make me the one who would animate her to do it so I wouldn't feel guilty for putting horns on her husband. In this case, I'd morally blame myself for leading her to do something she didn't want, and honestly, I didn't care as long as I could fuck her however I wanted. She left and I went back to my thing, that is, planning my escape to Madrid to resolve a non-existent paperwork and visit my slut, just like Claudia had self-defined the last time we were together. Just by telling her I was going down, I was already giving palms with the pussy, but I'd have time to warm her up properly later. I had to focus on my new girlfriend. I let the afternoon pass and at night, around the hour when we usually talked, I sent her the following message. -You know what's coming tomorrow? She didn't take long to respond. -Siii -At 8 -Siii, tomorrow is finally a good screw -Jeje that's it -I'll leave you breathless!! -See if it's true jeje if you fuck me, you'll fuck me well ehhh -Of course -So nothing of jerking off now eh, I love you well loaded, all the cum for my ajaj -jeje, so don't get hot!! -And then? Jajaja, ufff how I heat up jaja Just thinking... -Tomorrow at 8, tomorrow at 8, I'm getting ready... jeje -ajajja, I'll also fuck you well eh, don't think it's just you and me, You'll see what a real woman is!!! -uyyy how scary, haven't you seen it yet? -You haven't seen anything small, those little girls of your age don't know how to screw jaja -Damn, do you know how I have her now? -I can already imagine buff that I'm eager to savor her, don't touch yourself!!! -Her frankness was leaving me astonished. Without thinking twice, I opened the camera on my mobile, took a picture of my member in all its grandeur and sent it. -Look what you'll have tomorrow -Damn damn damn I have to go to the bathroom!! -Why? Jeje -To come, buff how eager I am to fuck you now Your honesty was leaving me speechless. pray to the twelve apostles not to make me masturbate at that moment, but what I expected tomorrow was going to be better. -What a god Se acababa de correr. The conversation relaxed a bit as far as heat is concerned and with enormous concentration I could abstain from touching myself. After a while he bid farewell. -See you tomorrow at 8, I'm going to sleep thinking about what's coming -No fuck you a kiss, that's what I'll give you tomorrow... somewhere I hadn't seen a woman so eager for a tail in my life. -Good morning!!! Are you ready??? Wrote nothing more before getting up a little before 8. -Good morning!!! jeje get up, breakfast is ready A your orders, I thought, and at 8 sharp I was ringing her doorbell. She opened it with an ear-to-ear smile and invited me to come into the kitchen. I grabbed onto her waist and followed her through the house. She had prepared my usual coffee with cookies. -Enjoy your breakfast, because if you don't comply today, I won't let you come back again.- She said with a joking tone. -Yeah yeah... You'll come looking for me at my place...- I replied in the same tone. -One thing I'll anticipate, as a rule... In my house with so much clothes on, you can't be¡¡¡ When you come, if I let you, more lightly jaja- I wanted war from minute one. -Well take it off then.- She retorted- That's how I have to come.- She stood in front of me. -Let's start with the shirt outside.- And she took it off, rubbing her breasts against me.- Much better. And the pants... I think they also don't belong like that outside.- I pulled my pants down and took them off, leaving them on the floor. As quickly as I had undressed myself, I had gotten hard with my cock pressed against my underwear thrown to the left. She knelt down and passed her hand smoothly over my package. -And what do we do now?- I wondered. -It's better to take it off too, don't you think?- I replied. And with a skill worthy of an authentic professional, leaving me with my eyes like plates, she grabbed the rubber band of my underwear with her teeth and pulled them down, making my erecta cock would shoot up towards the top. I fired with my teeth down and my foreskin landed on her forehead. I was still able to smile at myself without letting go of my underwear. I let it go when she had it under my balls and grabbed my cock by the base.
You haven't told me, but you have a good cock, she said from below, staring into my eyes. Do you like it? I like it, I like it. I stick out my tongue and run it along her cock from bottom to top until it reaches my foreskin, which enters her mouth and sucks in. And it's yummy uhmmmm She grabs me with her lips, as if she were biting, and runs along the entire length while starting to lift and lower her hand, all at a desperately and excitingly slow pace. I didn't want it to end ever, but at the same time I wanted her to swallow it whole like a possessed person. I lowered my balls and she put everything she could in her mouth. She runs her tongue over them from inside. Seeing an aunt eat my balls with my cock resting on her face is one of the greatest pleasures I've been able to feel in life. I let go of my cock for her to return to it. She kissed my foreskin and circled it with her tongue. Her hand didn't stop blowing me. I spit saliva onto the foreskin and spread it with my tongue. She opened her mouth and swallowed it all, as deep as she could on the first try. She sucked it out so hard that I thought she was going to pull it out. I love your cock, and she went back in. She did it slowly and softly, enjoying every centimeter of the cock she offered. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. I could only put my hand on her hair, pushing it away from her face, and enjoy the blow job that this Goddess was giving me. The pace increased slightly. At one point, she turned her head and looked at me with my cock in her mouth, the bulge of my foreskin against her cheek, and that got me so excited. We hadn't even started yet and I was already about to come so Stop that. -Oh, for God's sake, let's go to your bed, I want to eat your pussy already…- I said as best I could. I took off my underwear completely and left it on the kitchen table, she got up and led me by the hand to her room. Nothing more than entering, in the dressing room, the wedding photo. Seeing it and seeing how now she's surrendering to me behind her husband's back excited me greatly. I lunged at taking off her shirt and biting her nipples. I pushed her onto the bed, grabbed her pants and pulled them up towards my head. I wasn't surprised to discover that there was nothing underneath. She fell on her stomach with her legs open and without blinking I lunged at her pussy. I ate it like I had been starving for a week. I opened it with my hands and buried my face in it. I was eating it like a lion devouring its prey. Susana grabbed my head and pushed me further into it, and with her hip tried to push herself up. A little more and I put my head inside. It was delicious, amazing, even with her trimmed pubic hair and everything.
God, how good it is, I hadn't been eating it like that in a while, don't stop joderrrrr- Chillaba. And her moods motivate me to eat it faster yet. Her liquids were dripping into my mouth and falling down my chin. -I need your cock, fuck me now, fuck me now!!!- She was going crazy. I stood up and pulled her until she put her ass on the edge of the bed, held her legs and placed her ankles over my shoulders... and then I slammed it in. Let out a yell that if it didn't wake up the whole building, it wasn't far off. In that position, I started to screw her. -Like this, huh, piece of slut.- -Diosss yes... fuck me... ahhh... it feels so good... don't stop.- -This is what you needed, foxy, a good cock.- -Give it to me hard, screw me without stopping.- I think she wasn't even listening to me, she was enjoying herself to the maximum. It didn't take long for her to reach her first orgasm. She twisted, pulled the sheet, yanked my hair, went crazy... It seemed like she hadn't come in years. I took advantage of her orgasm to slow down and not come myself. -Let me screw you.- She asked. Lie down.-
The sweat we had already was incredible. I flipped onto my back and she came over me. She put a leg on each side of mine, grabbed my cock and directed it towards her insides. In that position, I saw how everything entered her interior. And without further delay, she started riding me. She was a beast. She was screwing me in a brutal way, an authentic beast. Of course, I had never crossed paths with any other capable of maintaining that rhythm before. I grabbed onto her ass and enjoyed it. Every now and then, I would slap her and as if it were a racing horse, it seemed to accelerate and ride faster and faster. I felt like I was going to come and didn't want to yet, so I asked her to get off but she didn't listen, so I had to grab her by force and get her off me. I had already come the previous morning with her on top of me and wanted to change. -Get down on all fours.- I ordered. I grabbed her from behind and put her facing the dresser and a huge mirror hanging on the wall above it. I grabbed her hair while she was entering and leaving it inside. -Open your eyes! Look who's screwing you!!- I started moving. -You're really good at this...ahhh...I needed it...don't stop...- -Look at me while I'm screwing you on all fours, look at me...you're a slut.- -Yes, damn it...ahhhh- -Look at my eyes while I come inside you- I couldn't take it anymore, and she didn't either. Our orgasms merged and filled her completely. At no point did she dare to break eye contact. She was an authentic foxy and had already surrendered to me. Exhausted, she lay down on the bed and I hugged her from the side. -Good, how's it going? Do you pass with flying colors?- I asked, kissing her on the shoulder. -You give it to me, you give it to me.- Then should we do it again? -Ugh, every day...jeje...I really needed a screw like this, hadn't had one in years...- Her face was full of pure happiness. -Damn it, if I only knew before!! With all the blowjobs I've given you!!- -Ah, yeah?- She said, putting on an interesting face and making it seem like it didn't surprise her. -Well, with this ass of yours!!- And brought my hand. Until he grabbed it with passion. From 13 years old, imagine all the ones that have fallen! - Well look now, besides being a slut I'm putting you to bed! - Both of us laugh. We stay lying down for a while, which I take advantage of to rub her all over and more. We were eating each other's mouth while my hands squeezed that ass that had me oblivious, grabbed one breast, then the other... We had plenty of time since it wasn't even half past morning.
-We'll have to shower, right? It smells like sex in here, it stinks...-
She said with sarcasm. She got up and opened the window to ventilate the room. I followed her to the bathroom. I always followed her just to see her ass moving. I took out two towels and we entered the shower, which was quite modern and spacious, with non-slip flooring and controls to regulate the water temperature, nothing like my old bathtub downstairs. She set the water to 38 degrees and opened it. A few seconds later, it was at that temperature and I leaned against her to get under the stream of water. With the water falling on our heads, we kissed. I turned off the water to grab soap and what was going to happen was obvious. She put soap in her hands, rubbed them together, and started lathering me up from my chest. She continued down my arms, turning towards my chest and under until she reached my cock. She stayed there and took her time rubbing it well. I imitated her, putting soap on my hands, rubbing them together, and lathering her up, focusing on her big breasts and hard nipples. My cock was hard in her hands. She wasn't soaping me, she was making me masturbate.
-This cock still wants more, eh boy...-
She said, biting her lips. She opened the water, which immediately fell back on us, turned around, inclined her body, grabbed one of the tubes that brings the water up to the shower tray with one hand and supported herself on the glass wall with the other. She turned her head and looked at me.
-What are you waiting for?-
Nothing, I didn't have to wait for anything. I grabbed her hips and aimed my cock at her fiery hole. I entered like a... Knife in the butter. I made her separate her legs a bit more and pushed her onto my back so that her rear would be more pumped up. I grabbed hold of him and started drilling into it with water sliding down our bodies. I brought a finger to his other hole, to his arsehole. It was precious, little and shut tight. According to her, she had never done it through there before, i.e., her arse was still a virgin and her husband gay because if not it would be inexplicable that he had never broken it in. I'd be delighted to break it in for him, but not today, it was too early yet and doing it without prior warning could be dangerous.
I want to come on your face. I said while entering and exiting her at high speed, and she started her orgasm. Almost lost count of how many times she had come that morning. -In... ahhhh... my... bo... ahh... cahhhh- She managed to say as an orgasm shook every pore of her skin and part of her body. -Damn it, get down on your knees and suck me! In the middle of a millisecond, she had kneeled down and was swallowing at an infernal pace my cock that had just come out of her interior and was covered in her come. I leaned against the wall and accompanied her head movement with my hands. With one hand, she grabbed my cock and with the other, she caressed her pussy. I took the hand that was on me, the hand with her wedding ring, the greatest physical symbol of a marriage. The ring that her husband had given to her as a symbol of love and fidelity, now cuck, and I would take it off. What a beautiful ring. -What are you going to do? For the first time since she was on her knees, she took my cock out of her mouth. With great care, I placed the ring crowning my glans. My orifice remained exactly in the center of the ring. I grabbed her hair and with a sharp suck brought her close to my crowned member. She stuck out her tongue, half excited, half dazed, and gave me a blow job from bottom to top. From my testicles to her wedding ring. Consciously or not, I had just signed the unwritten contract that certified her as my total and absolute submissive slut. What would your husband think if he saw you like this? -That... I'm... a slut? -A slut. My own. With both hands holding her hair, I made her give me two more blow jobs and she didn't seem to mind because her hand didn't stop caressing her pubic area. The morbidness was so great that I almost came just thinking about it. I grabbed my cock with one hand so the ring wouldn't fall off during the orgasm and the little semen left in my testicles shot out towards her mouth, which was waiting open and with her tongue out. I remained completely empty. In that orgasm, I gave everything to the soul and spirit. Saint. He picked up his ring again, sucked it to clean the drops of my semen that had been trapped in it and put it back on. I would have thrown myself at her again if it weren't for my cock not being able to stand up even with a crane. I got out of the shower feeling a sense of full happiness. How is it possible that in a month I went from being cheated on and wanting to die, to being me now, the bull, with two submissive whores ready to do anything? It didn't matter how, if it was karma, a divine gift from God or the luck of fools, but I had them. -You're a son of a bitch.- She said while we were drying off. I looked at her surprised because in that moment I was lost in my Yuppi worlds and didn't expect it for anything. -Yes, a son of a bitch. That's been very humiliating.- -Come on already...- That was all I could say. -I love my husband, he's my husband, our sex is just that, that's enough.- -Well, it wasn't that bad.- She hugged me from behind. -Sorry, okay? I didn't think you'd mind.- In reality, she was only being dignified because she was realizing what that moment had meant, that now it was mine. -But...- I continued. You're so good and they have you this needy... Damn, I don't understand. If I were married to you... Come on, you wouldn't even be able to close your legs!- She smiled. -And this bum... Like a virgin?! You'll see how much you like it!- -Okay, okay, calm down, kid, don't run.- She replied laughing. There was the proof. She didn't dare tell me no. That ass... I was going to inaugurate it...
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And why not a mix of both options? My heart was telling me that that foxy had played with my feelings and I should get away from her because the person who lies once, lies twice, and thrice... Moreover, my deep pride prevented me from forgiving her. But on the other hand, the repressed foxy I discovered in her the day before was blurring my original idea, which wasn't anything but returning to my hometown and erasing all contact with her so she couldn't find me. As I didn't know whether to think with my heart or with my dick, I opted for listening to both and mixing both advice. matured but be your slut . It sounded good. My plan was to leave for a while saying that my head was a mess, that I needed some time of reflection alone but without cutting off contact. If she was willing to wait for me during that time I needed, I would try from afar to make her desire and hate me even more. If, equally the move was risky and I was being a fool when it would have been very easy to stay and have a submissive foxy with whom I could play as I wanted, but as I say my heart and pride also pulled me, and when you've shared your life three years with the same person, it's hard to recognize but in the depths... I still had feelings for her and couldn't see her just as my slut . And I was afraid that if I stayed, my feelings would end up overwhelming me and I'd suffer again. In the morning, I sat her down in the kitchen to tell her how I felt. More or less I dressed it up a bit with nice words because if I told her I needed to stop loving her but keep the right to screw her whenever I wanted she'd send me to hell. We talked for more than an hour. I don't want to focus on the long conversation because, first, I barely remember it exactly, and second, it would be redundant repeating the same thing over and over again. I was basically asking for time alone, understanding, and patience, and she cried like a madwoman contradicting herself. She begged me not to leave and at the same time told me she would wait for me all her life if I needed it. She insisted that she loved me with all her soul, wanted to make me happy, and would follow me wherever I went, only to tell me later that if I was happy, she would have to disappear, she would do it. The contradictory person had taken a decision so by the afternoon after lunch (because driving on an empty stomach doesn't appeal to me) I left towards the city. We said goodbye with a big hug and I almost asked her for a farewell blowjob but at that moment she would have cursed my mother and I didn't want to ruin the moment. I had gotten used to living with my own rules and nothing could change that. They accepted it, almost daring to say they were glad about the breakup because it meant I was back home, or at least in the same city. The first night I spent at my parents' house since the other place didn't even have a sad yogurt. Not even take out the suitcases from the car. I took them out the next day after going to Mercadona to make four basic purchases. Parked the car in front of the entrance, loaded zone, and went up with the suitcases first. Then I went back for the shopping bags. My tactic is probably the same as most people, put the car bags at the entrance, close the car, and carry all the bags up at once as I can. There's no elevator and I'm not too keen on leaving bags in the entrance while I go up a few so I carry them all at once. When I was juggling to grab them all at once, the door of the entrance opened behind me and a Man, how long startled me. It was Susana (fictional name), my neighbor from 4th floor, just above mine. A lifelong friend of the family, she had been one of my muses during my teenage years when I masturbated. I hadn't seen her in years but it still gave me the same thrill as always. As they would say Our friends from American Pie, she was a total MILF, or in Castilian, a MQMF, Mother Who Would Fuck Me. She was around 45 years old, with brown hair below her shoulders, black eyes, and plump lips always painted red. Her tits could feed half of Africa and her ass... well, it had an ass to hold onto and not let go for life. She usually wore makeup and was very stylish in a very feminine way, often with high heels, walking upright which accentuated her large breasts and tremendous backside. The morbid pleasure of that experienced mature woman who catches you and leaves you dry wasn't lost on her.Help you with the bags? I ask while grabbing a couple of them directly. I hadn't said hello when my eyes were already looking at her cleavage as she bent down to get the bags. - Leave it, it's not necessary.- But I had already grabbed the bags. - What strange to see you around here if it's been years since your hair was last seen!!- - Well yes, but I'm going home because this is missed.- I said while we started climbing the stairs. - But do you come alone or what?- I asked. - Yes, yes, that's how one lives better.- I said smiling. - How ready are you then and when did you get back?- - I arrived last night but went to my parents' place and now I'm coming straight from shopping, I just left the suitcases and didn't enter the house again.- We had already reached the third floor and I was about to open the door. - Ah, that's good, so if you need anything these days you know I'm upstairs.- - Okay okay! And thanks for the help.- - Nothing man nothing.- And with a couple of see you later we parted ways. And yes, discreetly I felt the obligation to look at her ass while climbing up the stairs towards her flat, and yes, it was still as appetizing as I remembered. - What a good girl slut- I said to myself when I was already inside the house. I had a problem, and it was that I was married. I had known her all my life with her husband (whom I will call) Jose. Her marriage was one of those you never explain. It's like seeing someone walk down the street and wondering what that piece of woman is doing with that mindundi. Shorter than her and chubby, he always looked like he was going home from work in his painting or electrician uniform which I deduced would be something similar. To her credit, I'll highlight her tremendous labia, a man who talked to God and everyone else, and whenever you run into him on the street, he always has some witty comment to say. I suppose she'd focus on that. Or maybe it was a sexual beast although honestly it didn't seem like it. The fruit of this strange marriage had produced two daughters, the first Natalia, 18 years old just Done, I won't go any further with her... for now. The last time I saw her was when she was 13 or 14 years old, and she was a little girl then. I don't want to seem like a beast, but at that moment she was still getting used to things. After seeing how well her mother was doing, I wanted to see how that girl had grown up. They had another daughter, who I reckon was between 7 and 9 years old - I'm really bad at guessing ages from memory and barely remembered her name. Anyway, I was home and started unpacking the bags. When I'm alone, the truth is that I'm quite lazy, so after putting everything away, I sat down to watch TV until at least two o'clock in the afternoon and still hadn't done anything about eating. I went to the kitchen intending to do something about it but realized how lazy I was and that I had forgotten to buy oil. It sounds absurd, but I had forgotten the oil. What could I do? Well, I decided to go up to my neighbor Susana's place and ask her for a bit, obviously. I rang the doorbell and she opened it. In pajamas. Short pajamas. Sandals, short pants leaving her legs in the air and a short-sleeved top. A blue one with green drawings. The view she offered when she turned around to get the oil was marvelous. I had never seen her like that before, and if I was excited then, I'm much more so now. She gave me a bottle half full, I thanked her and went down to my house. I ate and then went back up to return the bottle. It was still just as fresh as before. -Hey, why don't you give me your WhatsApp number in case I need something else someday?- I asked myself when I was leaving. -Okay, note it...-. And after thanking her again, I went back home. When I got down, I already had a message from her leaving me her number. I thanked her again, risking being annoying, and I made myself a masturbation in her honor. She deserved it. The afternoon passed normally until almost dinner time when I received another message from her asking with sarcasm if I already had oil or needed more of what I responded with the same vacillating tone she did. Meanwhile, Claudia's messages kept coming, saying how much she missed me and how much she needed me. I was just giving her a hard time. The next morning I woke up and she greeted me again. The conversation was completely normal; I was still lying in bed and she seemed to have already done all the household chores and was bored at home alone so I told her I was going to have breakfast right now, asking if she was that bored that she should come down and re-breakfast with me, thus compensating for the favor from the previous day. She accepted and had me down in ten minutes, still wearing the same pajamas that were bothering me so much. I prepared a coffee and made one for myself, offered her cookies, and sat down to just look at her eyes and avoid being seen as I was mentally undressing her. We talked about everything, I told her a bit about my university life and how I had left Claudia and why I had come here alone, and she was telling me how bored she was. Since her daughters had finished their course, they had been sent to the countryside with the grandparents, her husband worked practically all day so she was alone every day without anything to do but clean and tidy the house, which made her sick of it. Besides when her husband came home from worked himself out on the sofa for the whole afternoon-night because he said he was tired so they didn't usually go anywhere. He didn't say it openly but my detector of a woman fed up with routine and eager for new emotions was about to explode. After a good while, claiming he had to make lunch, he went back home. This breakfast repeated itself the next day since she invited me to come up to her house and return the previous day's breakfast. I went up happily. This started becoming a kind of routine, one day she'd come down and the other I'd go up. If she didn't have anything to do, neither did I. We'd tell each other about our lives and we were getting comfortable with each other... until we started staying up late at night. While breakfasts didn't seem strange to me, just two neighbors sharing mornings, talking to me for two or three hours at night with her husband there made it more unusual. Although from what he had told me I imagined each of them on a sofa and silent without saying anything.This for me had a great point, you know how things work on the internet. You can say any comment and if it's bad, just stick out your tongue with a smile to fix it. And if they keep bothering you, you feel more free to say those things that you wouldn't dare say face-to-face, like flirting with your neighbor who is married or taking the conversation to hot topics. I understand what you mean. It all started with innocent comments, talking about how bored I was and saying I needed to find a friend because I was so bored. Of course, with the appropriate icons indicating that I'm not saying anything directly to her, but as a man, I need to... fuck. She would follow up on those comments and laugh. And then she'd start opening up and telling me intimate things. I remember extracts from conversations like: -I'm really desperate haha -Well, see if you think you're the only one haha -Don't tell me... that's not it... little by little haha -Damn, God gives bread to those who don't have teeth -The world is so unfairly divided haha And with conversations like that and innocent questions, I'd be telling her things like nothing was happening with her husband and she needed it too, which clashed quite a bit with the morning conversations we had, which were much more cordial. Every night indirectly, I'd bring up the topic of flirting. I tried to increase the heat and at the same time let her know that I was available for anything. And it seemed like things were working. One day while chatting, she told me not to exaggerate so much, that surely I had 400 behind my back and before my negative response, I literally thought: -They'll be idiots, go ahead if I were your age... -If you were my age then what? 😉 And she started laughing and going off the rails. Seen it all, the next night I attacked with a similar phrase: Go ahead if you weren't married... and she replied in the same way I had the night before, only that I didn't... I cut and threw it at her directly: We weren't that desperate, were we? The floodgates had opened, the fooling around was getting reckless on both sides, although I didn't know until what point she would be willing to go, if for her it was just a joke with her neighbor or if she was ready for more. If it was just a joke, I'd take it, of course, since I knew how this situation was going to end up. Susana needed some action. I increased my offensive and our nighttime conversations started dealing directly with sex. I, pretending not to want the thing, was taking the lead. That's when I saw that we coincided on several things, such as the fact that a daily screw was necessary to live more relaxed. We ended up talking directly about how we liked it. When she spoke, I'd interrupt her with lines like You're going to get me hot in the end or I start thinking and getting hard at these hours to which she would respond very morbidity that If you have to go relieve yourself, mature, let me know when you're done. Morning conversations became tenser than ever. The sexual tension was noticeable, the looks were revealing but neither of us took the step... until I saw her ready and knew she wouldn't refuse and would let herself be carried away by her most basic instincts. That morning I went up prepared for anything. I was tired of getting hard when I saw her in her short pajamas showing off her beautiful legs, I yearned to screw her. The conversation started with trivial topics, I acted silly until I could light the fuse: Bah, I'm feeling spaced out... I haven't relieved myself in two days and it's going to drive me crazy. Haha, you're not very good at holding back. She replied laughing. At that moment she was standing on her feet in the kitchen making lunch and I was leaning against the table behind her without losing sight of her ass. Not very good... I'm climbing the walls. I said. Well, if you need it so much... do it! She told me with laughter, turning her head to look at me. Shh, I'm getting really hot and look how I get myself.- And grab the package that was already in good condition while she instinctively turned her head again to look at how I got myself. Her eyes went directly to my package. -Well, you know where the bathroom is!- -Oh, but I'll pass on going to the bathroom.- -I'm not going to be scared of seeing it huh?- -Then perfect.- And said this I took off my pants below the testicles and my cock came out flying towards her butt. My cock was rubbing against her pajama pant, I grabbed her and started a smooth movement while sighing. Susana wasn't looking at me anymore but knew perfectly that I had just passed right behind her. -And what are you thinking?- I wonder. A trap question, she already knew what I was thinking. -You. To do it with you. This butt and this pajama set gets me...In that moment I saw his right arm stretch back slowly, almost with fear. He felt my cock with his hand until he found it stiff pointing at him. He grabbed it tightly. -Oh God you're so good.- He sighed. I grabbed her breasts from behind. They barely fit in my hands. -You're very good Susana.- That activated her and she started to move her hand slowly. I grabbed her hard nipples like rocks through the shirt.Without solting my cock and without stopping her hand from moving, she turned around and stood facing me with her head bowed down, still gazing at her hand as if it were a lady giving herself a masturbation. -Oh, how you're doing.- She repeated this time with more emphasis. Her hand was poetry in motion. She was certainly an expert at giving blowjobs, just like she would be in everything else? -I'm eager to screw you.- I said firmly, bringing my hands to her ass and finally grabbing it for the first time. Without saying a word, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt with her free hand and semi-pushed me into sitting down on a kitchen chair. With her feet in front of mine, she grabbed one leg of her pants and pulled them up, leaving my underwear that kept her treasure hidden. With her middle finger, I grabbed her underwear and moved it aside along with her pant leg, exposing her coveted pussy to the air. A elegant, dark-skinned pussy with a recut hairdo on top and perfect vaginal lips, neither too big nor too small. She spread her legs and let herself fall onto me, inserting my entire cock into her. I almost exploded at that moment. I was soaked and it hadn't cost her anything to get her whole cock in one pull. She grabbed my head and started bouncing on top of me, moaning like a madwoman with her eyes closed. I lifted up her shirt and finally got to see her enormous tits in the first row. Enormous, that's saying little.Her nipples were perfectly the size of my eyes. I lunged to devour them. I sucked, licked, and bit them... I did everything I could while she rode me at a rhythm that few times had seen. Our orgasms synchronized. Since we were both so hot, we didn't take long to come, especially mine was intense. She sat down on my cock as it slowly returned to its relaxed state. When she stood up, a good-sized semen stream fell from her pussy onto me. -It's better if you leave, my husband is about to arrive.- She said. It wasn't even 11 and he usually didn't get home until almost 1 am, but at that moment she seemed embarrassed and didn't want to force anything. I naturally got up and tried to calm her down before saying goodbye with a kiss and it's been incredible. I went back to my house and grabbed a beer to celebrate. I picked up my phone and the first thing I saw was... from Claudia. That foxy was like she had read it. As euphoric as I was, I didn't think twice and sent her I have paperwork in a few weeks, hope to see you on the weekend. No paperwork or anything, I just wanted to screw her again. It was curious, I had gone from horny to bull. And certainly, I saw similarities between both cases, or rather between both women. Eye, with Claudia I did indeed screw and a lot, we didn't go more than 2 days without doing it, but we had fallen into routine and the ejaculations were absolutely all the same, at the same time, of the same duration, in the same way... and she with her slutty side inside was tired and looking for something different. Although I loved her, her inner foxy was asking for more adventures than what I was giving her at that moment. It was roughly what happened to Susana, except that with her husband she barely did it once a week and she needed it daily. She needed her good doses of good sex, adventure, and cock... She needed someone to bring out, like Claudia, that inner slut that I had suppressed it after almost two decades of marriage. And I wasn't going to waste that opportunity. That's what I was thinking when the doorbell rang. Susana. I walked in directly. We need to talk. She started. Let's see, this thing that happened... is like... can't explain it, but it's not right, you know? It shouldn't have happened. Why? Because I'm married and you're my neighbor! And? And besides, you could be my mother!! - She was starting to get nervous. But you're not. Come on, it was a wild night and we both wanted it. No... you've got me mixed up. She said, releasing herself. No, you ran like a crazy woman just like me. You were so eager as I was. You can't deny that it wasn't wild... - I approached her while she backed away. It's not, let's see, you're confusing yourself... - She continued backing up until she reached the front door. Why did you come down? I asked, looking at her with my eyes already having pushed her against the front door. To come back and fuck? If you're still wearing those same pants to warm me up. I grabbed the elastic of her pants and pulled them out. You haven't even changed your underwear. And I put my hand under hers until my fingers reached her pussy. You still have my cum inside. - Please... stop... She started getting agitated. You need someone to really screw you and I can do it. My finger went in and out of her. You deserve a good screwing. I want you to stop... please... - Why do you want me to be quiet if you're wet? Don't you like what I'm doing? You're getting wet because you know what I said is true. Damn it... - I can really screw you, give you cock every day... do you want it? Do you want a real screw? My fingers were fucking her at high speed. Listen... ah... listen to me. Tell me. I need someone to really screw me... damn it... I'm desperate for a good banging... ahhhh... damn... - And then she came in my hand. The truth is, I didn't expect that. What time does your husband leave? I asked. I could have screwed her at that very moment, but I wanted to give her a good screw in conditions that wouldn't be forgotten and would make someone completely surrender. -Seven thirty.- -Well, tomorrow at eight I'll have you upstairs for what you need.- To which she responded by sticking her tongue out as far as where I had stuck it before. It was a 'yes, please'.I had it clear, that idea of going down making myself the victim and talking about how I shouldn't have gone alone was just a way to wash my conscience and make me the one who would animate her to do it so I wouldn't feel guilty for putting horns on her husband. In this case, I'd morally blame myself for leading her to do something she didn't want, and honestly, I didn't care as long as I could fuck her however I wanted. She left and I went back to my thing, that is, planning my escape to Madrid to resolve a non-existent paperwork and visit my slut, just like Claudia had self-defined the last time we were together. Just by telling her I was going down, I was already giving palms with the pussy, but I'd have time to warm her up properly later. I had to focus on my new girlfriend. I let the afternoon pass and at night, around the hour when we usually talked, I sent her the following message. -You know what's coming tomorrow? She didn't take long to respond. -Siii -At 8 -Siii, tomorrow is finally a good screw -Jeje that's it -I'll leave you breathless!! -See if it's true jeje if you fuck me, you'll fuck me well ehhh -Of course -So nothing of jerking off now eh, I love you well loaded, all the cum for my ajaj -jeje, so don't get hot!! -And then? Jajaja, ufff how I heat up jaja Just thinking... -Tomorrow at 8, tomorrow at 8, I'm getting ready... jeje -ajajja, I'll also fuck you well eh, don't think it's just you and me, You'll see what a real woman is!!! -uyyy how scary, haven't you seen it yet? -You haven't seen anything small, those little girls of your age don't know how to screw jaja -Damn, do you know how I have her now? -I can already imagine buff that I'm eager to savor her, don't touch yourself!!! -Her frankness was leaving me astonished. Without thinking twice, I opened the camera on my mobile, took a picture of my member in all its grandeur and sent it. -Look what you'll have tomorrow -Damn damn damn I have to go to the bathroom!! -Why? Jeje -To come, buff how eager I am to fuck you now Your honesty was leaving me speechless. pray to the twelve apostles not to make me masturbate at that moment, but what I expected tomorrow was going to be better. -What a god Se acababa de correr. The conversation relaxed a bit as far as heat is concerned and with enormous concentration I could abstain from touching myself. After a while he bid farewell. -See you tomorrow at 8, I'm going to sleep thinking about what's coming -No fuck you a kiss, that's what I'll give you tomorrow... somewhere I hadn't seen a woman so eager for a tail in my life. -Good morning!!! Are you ready??? Wrote nothing more before getting up a little before 8. -Good morning!!! jeje get up, breakfast is ready A your orders, I thought, and at 8 sharp I was ringing her doorbell. She opened it with an ear-to-ear smile and invited me to come into the kitchen. I grabbed onto her waist and followed her through the house. She had prepared my usual coffee with cookies. -Enjoy your breakfast, because if you don't comply today, I won't let you come back again.- She said with a joking tone. -Yeah yeah... You'll come looking for me at my place...- I replied in the same tone. -One thing I'll anticipate, as a rule... In my house with so much clothes on, you can't be¡¡¡ When you come, if I let you, more lightly jaja- I wanted war from minute one. -Well take it off then.- She retorted- That's how I have to come.- She stood in front of me. -Let's start with the shirt outside.- And she took it off, rubbing her breasts against me.- Much better. And the pants... I think they also don't belong like that outside.- I pulled my pants down and took them off, leaving them on the floor. As quickly as I had undressed myself, I had gotten hard with my cock pressed against my underwear thrown to the left. She knelt down and passed her hand smoothly over my package. -And what do we do now?- I wondered. -It's better to take it off too, don't you think?- I replied. And with a skill worthy of an authentic professional, leaving me with my eyes like plates, she grabbed the rubber band of my underwear with her teeth and pulled them down, making my erecta cock would shoot up towards the top. I fired with my teeth down and my foreskin landed on her forehead. I was still able to smile at myself without letting go of my underwear. I let it go when she had it under my balls and grabbed my cock by the base.You haven't told me, but you have a good cock, she said from below, staring into my eyes. Do you like it? I like it, I like it. I stick out my tongue and run it along her cock from bottom to top until it reaches my foreskin, which enters her mouth and sucks in. And it's yummy uhmmmm She grabs me with her lips, as if she were biting, and runs along the entire length while starting to lift and lower her hand, all at a desperately and excitingly slow pace. I didn't want it to end ever, but at the same time I wanted her to swallow it whole like a possessed person. I lowered my balls and she put everything she could in her mouth. She runs her tongue over them from inside. Seeing an aunt eat my balls with my cock resting on her face is one of the greatest pleasures I've been able to feel in life. I let go of my cock for her to return to it. She kissed my foreskin and circled it with her tongue. Her hand didn't stop blowing me. I spit saliva onto the foreskin and spread it with my tongue. She opened her mouth and swallowed it all, as deep as she could on the first try. She sucked it out so hard that I thought she was going to pull it out. I love your cock, and she went back in. She did it slowly and softly, enjoying every centimeter of the cock she offered. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. I could only put my hand on her hair, pushing it away from her face, and enjoy the blow job that this Goddess was giving me. The pace increased slightly. At one point, she turned her head and looked at me with my cock in her mouth, the bulge of my foreskin against her cheek, and that got me so excited. We hadn't even started yet and I was already about to come so Stop that. -Oh, for God's sake, let's go to your bed, I want to eat your pussy already…- I said as best I could. I took off my underwear completely and left it on the kitchen table, she got up and led me by the hand to her room. Nothing more than entering, in the dressing room, the wedding photo. Seeing it and seeing how now she's surrendering to me behind her husband's back excited me greatly. I lunged at taking off her shirt and biting her nipples. I pushed her onto the bed, grabbed her pants and pulled them up towards my head. I wasn't surprised to discover that there was nothing underneath. She fell on her stomach with her legs open and without blinking I lunged at her pussy. I ate it like I had been starving for a week. I opened it with my hands and buried my face in it. I was eating it like a lion devouring its prey. Susana grabbed my head and pushed me further into it, and with her hip tried to push herself up. A little more and I put my head inside. It was delicious, amazing, even with her trimmed pubic hair and everything.
God, how good it is, I hadn't been eating it like that in a while, don't stop joderrrrr- Chillaba. And her moods motivate me to eat it faster yet. Her liquids were dripping into my mouth and falling down my chin. -I need your cock, fuck me now, fuck me now!!!- She was going crazy. I stood up and pulled her until she put her ass on the edge of the bed, held her legs and placed her ankles over my shoulders... and then I slammed it in. Let out a yell that if it didn't wake up the whole building, it wasn't far off. In that position, I started to screw her. -Like this, huh, piece of slut.- -Diosss yes... fuck me... ahhh... it feels so good... don't stop.- -This is what you needed, foxy, a good cock.- -Give it to me hard, screw me without stopping.- I think she wasn't even listening to me, she was enjoying herself to the maximum. It didn't take long for her to reach her first orgasm. She twisted, pulled the sheet, yanked my hair, went crazy... It seemed like she hadn't come in years. I took advantage of her orgasm to slow down and not come myself. -Let me screw you.- She asked. Lie down.-The sweat we had already was incredible. I flipped onto my back and she came over me. She put a leg on each side of mine, grabbed my cock and directed it towards her insides. In that position, I saw how everything entered her interior. And without further delay, she started riding me. She was a beast. She was screwing me in a brutal way, an authentic beast. Of course, I had never crossed paths with any other capable of maintaining that rhythm before. I grabbed onto her ass and enjoyed it. Every now and then, I would slap her and as if it were a racing horse, it seemed to accelerate and ride faster and faster. I felt like I was going to come and didn't want to yet, so I asked her to get off but she didn't listen, so I had to grab her by force and get her off me. I had already come the previous morning with her on top of me and wanted to change. -Get down on all fours.- I ordered. I grabbed her from behind and put her facing the dresser and a huge mirror hanging on the wall above it. I grabbed her hair while she was entering and leaving it inside. -Open your eyes! Look who's screwing you!!- I started moving. -You're really good at this...ahhh...I needed it...don't stop...- -Look at me while I'm screwing you on all fours, look at me...you're a slut.- -Yes, damn it...ahhhh- -Look at my eyes while I come inside you- I couldn't take it anymore, and she didn't either. Our orgasms merged and filled her completely. At no point did she dare to break eye contact. She was an authentic foxy and had already surrendered to me. Exhausted, she lay down on the bed and I hugged her from the side. -Good, how's it going? Do you pass with flying colors?- I asked, kissing her on the shoulder. -You give it to me, you give it to me.- Then should we do it again? -Ugh, every day...jeje...I really needed a screw like this, hadn't had one in years...- Her face was full of pure happiness. -Damn it, if I only knew before!! With all the blowjobs I've given you!!- -Ah, yeah?- She said, putting on an interesting face and making it seem like it didn't surprise her. -Well, with this ass of yours!!- And brought my hand. Until he grabbed it with passion. From 13 years old, imagine all the ones that have fallen! - Well look now, besides being a slut I'm putting you to bed! - Both of us laugh. We stay lying down for a while, which I take advantage of to rub her all over and more. We were eating each other's mouth while my hands squeezed that ass that had me oblivious, grabbed one breast, then the other... We had plenty of time since it wasn't even half past morning.-We'll have to shower, right? It smells like sex in here, it stinks...-
She said with sarcasm. She got up and opened the window to ventilate the room. I followed her to the bathroom. I always followed her just to see her ass moving. I took out two towels and we entered the shower, which was quite modern and spacious, with non-slip flooring and controls to regulate the water temperature, nothing like my old bathtub downstairs. She set the water to 38 degrees and opened it. A few seconds later, it was at that temperature and I leaned against her to get under the stream of water. With the water falling on our heads, we kissed. I turned off the water to grab soap and what was going to happen was obvious. She put soap in her hands, rubbed them together, and started lathering me up from my chest. She continued down my arms, turning towards my chest and under until she reached my cock. She stayed there and took her time rubbing it well. I imitated her, putting soap on my hands, rubbing them together, and lathering her up, focusing on her big breasts and hard nipples. My cock was hard in her hands. She wasn't soaping me, she was making me masturbate.
-This cock still wants more, eh boy...-
She said, biting her lips. She opened the water, which immediately fell back on us, turned around, inclined her body, grabbed one of the tubes that brings the water up to the shower tray with one hand and supported herself on the glass wall with the other. She turned her head and looked at me.
-What are you waiting for?-
Nothing, I didn't have to wait for anything. I grabbed her hips and aimed my cock at her fiery hole. I entered like a... Knife in the butter. I made her separate her legs a bit more and pushed her onto my back so that her rear would be more pumped up. I grabbed hold of him and started drilling into it with water sliding down our bodies. I brought a finger to his other hole, to his arsehole. It was precious, little and shut tight. According to her, she had never done it through there before, i.e., her arse was still a virgin and her husband gay because if not it would be inexplicable that he had never broken it in. I'd be delighted to break it in for him, but not today, it was too early yet and doing it without prior warning could be dangerous.
I want to come on your face. I said while entering and exiting her at high speed, and she started her orgasm. Almost lost count of how many times she had come that morning. -In... ahhhh... my... bo... ahh... cahhhh- She managed to say as an orgasm shook every pore of her skin and part of her body. -Damn it, get down on your knees and suck me! In the middle of a millisecond, she had kneeled down and was swallowing at an infernal pace my cock that had just come out of her interior and was covered in her come. I leaned against the wall and accompanied her head movement with my hands. With one hand, she grabbed my cock and with the other, she caressed her pussy. I took the hand that was on me, the hand with her wedding ring, the greatest physical symbol of a marriage. The ring that her husband had given to her as a symbol of love and fidelity, now cuck, and I would take it off. What a beautiful ring. -What are you going to do? For the first time since she was on her knees, she took my cock out of her mouth. With great care, I placed the ring crowning my glans. My orifice remained exactly in the center of the ring. I grabbed her hair and with a sharp suck brought her close to my crowned member. She stuck out her tongue, half excited, half dazed, and gave me a blow job from bottom to top. From my testicles to her wedding ring. Consciously or not, I had just signed the unwritten contract that certified her as my total and absolute submissive slut. What would your husband think if he saw you like this? -That... I'm... a slut? -A slut. My own. With both hands holding her hair, I made her give me two more blow jobs and she didn't seem to mind because her hand didn't stop caressing her pubic area. The morbidness was so great that I almost came just thinking about it. I grabbed my cock with one hand so the ring wouldn't fall off during the orgasm and the little semen left in my testicles shot out towards her mouth, which was waiting open and with her tongue out. I remained completely empty. In that orgasm, I gave everything to the soul and spirit. Saint. He picked up his ring again, sucked it to clean the drops of my semen that had been trapped in it and put it back on. I would have thrown myself at her again if it weren't for my cock not being able to stand up even with a crane. I got out of the shower feeling a sense of full happiness. How is it possible that in a month I went from being cheated on and wanting to die, to being me now, the bull, with two submissive whores ready to do anything? It didn't matter how, if it was karma, a divine gift from God or the luck of fools, but I had them. -You're a son of a bitch.- She said while we were drying off. I looked at her surprised because in that moment I was lost in my Yuppi worlds and didn't expect it for anything. -Yes, a son of a bitch. That's been very humiliating.- -Come on already...- That was all I could say. -I love my husband, he's my husband, our sex is just that, that's enough.- -Well, it wasn't that bad.- She hugged me from behind. -Sorry, okay? I didn't think you'd mind.- In reality, she was only being dignified because she was realizing what that moment had meant, that now it was mine. -But...- I continued. You're so good and they have you this needy... Damn, I don't understand. If I were married to you... Come on, you wouldn't even be able to close your legs!- She smiled. -And this bum... Like a virgin?! You'll see how much you like it!- -Okay, okay, calm down, kid, don't run.- She replied laughing. There was the proof. She didn't dare tell me no. That ass... I was going to inaugurate it...If you liked it leave your points. Comments are appreciated to improve. Check out my other posts and the first part. Regards.
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