Claarification 1: this story is not of my authorship, it was written by Adrianreload who is no longer here on P!, I reupload because I also liked it a lot at the time
Explanation of the text:
All characters are over 18 years old.
We reached the second floor and Mili still felt tender and sore from her intimate moments, so she decided to go back to the shower to clean up and refresh herself. I offered to accompany her... diligently. No, no, thank you... I'll go first, then you can come after... she said distrustfully, stopping me with her hand on my chest.
I saw her in her tortuous path to the shower, looking a bit scalded after all the anal penetrations I had given her that night.
Just bring me a clean towel, but leave it in the hanger... she asked. I smiled when I heard her... Mili no longer wanted to take risks. We had to stop playing those sexual games, at least for now, we had to finish our report. Neither did I want Mili to get tired of anal sex and the person who practiced it.
I went to the laundry room, took out our clothes from the dryer, took hers and a towel, and headed to the bathroom. When I heard her closing the shower door, I slid it open. This time she didn't let me see her provocative body, only my head and arm stretched out asking for the towel. Think about the same girl who tempted me just hours ago now being very cautious, afraid of another sexual encounter.
Wait until she finishes drying off inside the shower before entering to bathe, as we had agreed. Finally, she came out again with a towel covering her breasts down to her pubis. I offered to help her dry off politely.
No thanks... get away... she said with a funny expression.
It's fine... I said smiling and left my towel.
Make it stay like that... she said pointing to my penis which was timidly shrinking. I'll try, but don't provoke me... I replied and entered the shower.
When I got out of the shower, Mili was combing her hair in front of the sink mirror, still wearing the towel despite having her dry and clean clothes on top of the toilet seat. It's still hot... she explained in allusion to the clothes. Is it hot?... I'll make an effort to bring down the fever... I said jokingly, taking off my towel from around my waist.
No, silly, my clothes are still hot... don't come any closer... she replied laughing nervously as she saw me approaching her.
It's fine... I'm going to turn on the computer... I said leaving the bathroom.
I arrived at my room and while the computer was booting up, I was getting dressed in a polo shirt and short.
A little later, already immersed in the report, I didn't notice that Mili, who had already gotten dressed, had entered my room. When I became aware of her presence, I could see that there was something nostalgic in her gaze. She realized I was looking at her...
Oh... it seems like a lot of time has passed since the last time I came... she said and couldn't help but look at the bed where two weeks ago she had let me deflower her anus.
Yes, it does seem like that... but already... we're going to work... I said.
It was almost midnight and since we left the computer lab at school, we hadn't made any progress. Mili understood and came to sit next to me...
But I don't tolerate sitting for long, she had to put herself on her side, leaning against one hip, as if her wrinkled ring was bothering her.
Don't laugh, it still burns... she said, pretending to be serious.
We worked for an hour and it seemed like sleep wanted to envelop us, after all the physical commotion. Sometimes when Mili asked me something or made a suggestion, I would turn to look at her, but my eyes would often wander off and end up on the neckline of her blouse, that garment she had sewn together at the height of her abdomen because I had broken all its buttons in a passionate outburst. So my gaze always got lost in her appetizing breasts, like a lactating child contemplates them with certain anxiety.
Look at me... she would ask, smiling slightly.
Yes, yes, I'll listen... I would respond without stopping to admire her melons.
Danny... those aren't your eyes!... she would say, lifting my jaw and fixing her gaze on her intense black eyes.
Well... do you know what? I think... that I better prepare coffee... I proposed, wanted to clear the view and mind. Yes, let it be loaded coffee, well loaded... he said yawning a bit. Do you want something to eat... Pizza?... I said jokingly. No... all but that, already know how pizza affects you... she said emphatically but with some grace. Only asking, I'll make sandwiches... I replied laughing. Going to the kitchen and preparing that snack clears my mind. When I returned to my room, Mili was sleeping in front of the computer. I woke her up and with the coffee reanimating us we could finish our work. It was almost 3 and both of us were half asleep, prisoners of physical (from our sexual encounters) and mental fatigue (from the university report). We decided to go to bed, apparently only sleeping, but our bodies and desires didn't give us more. Only Mili didn't want to sleep with the same clothes on. We searched my closet for something she could wear. I called her attention to an orange polo with a green collar... smiling read the inscription it had with a quill: Thus Juancho... she said. Yes, well, that was a nickname they gave me at a job some time ago... I said lying, didn't want to delve into explanations. It seems you've had many names... she replied intrigued. She let go of the polo and her eyes fixed on another smaller, more feminine one, looked at me with grace and suspicion... Ah!... I didn't know you had these tastes... Oh yeah... that's from a cousin who spent some time with us... I said, perhaps with a melancholic air. And what does she do in your closet?... I asked curiously. I don't know, maybe when I move to this room my mom by mistake put it among my clothes... I explained, although I had already noticed that error, I kept the garment as a memento. Ah... and how is your cousin called?... I ask without beating around the bush. Her name is Ana... I replied without giving it much importance. And did you want her so much?... I asked with mischief. What?... oh yeah... don't be malicious... she just had a child recently... I replied a bit irksome. Ah yes, how lovely... and who's the daddy?... I ask mockingly, noticing that my questions made her blush, perhaps reveal herself, she was enjoying at my expense.
Oh no, not again... enough of those sly questions... Are you going to wear that if so or not?, If you want, I'll bring some of my mom's nightgowns... I replied ironically.
Ay no, don't take it badly, but your mom probably used old-fashioned sleepwear that covered her down to the ankles, like Arab women... she said with a certain sarcasm.
I didn't get offended because it sounded funny and had something true to it.
Just give me a minute, will I stay?... maybe it's too tight for sleeping... replied thoughtfully looking at my cousin's sweater.
Memories of an old story came to mind, perhaps not very distant... as I remembered that garment could fit Mili, my cousin's dimensions were similar to hers...
Well, maybe Mili was a bit more voluptuous, but this judgment was somewhat unfair given Anita was younger, almost a girl, when she wore that sweater, however the last time I saw her at her estate... yes, I think it could be said that Anita and Mili's contexts were similar... I concluded, trying not to delve into my memory and feelings. It was a good memory but past history... I thought with nostalgia.
I think what enfolding in clothes, and maybe in the story, of another girl didn't interest Mili much. Her feminine ego didn't want to share or compete with those memories. She had her own personality, her own ways, and oh! What good ways!
Finally Mili noticed one of my shirts. It was a bit old and I didn't wear it often because it had faded, although its fabric still remained soft and fresh.
This one might fit me well... she said relieved, yawning from fatigue.
Well, put it on and go to sleep... I said imitating her yawn.
But... could you do me a favor?... I asked shamefully.
What?... replied with curiosity.
Could you turn around while I change... she said with timid expression. Listen but if already... after all... tried to protest, looking for the right words, I didn't want to sound too rude or hurt her susceptibility to her sudden modesty attack.
Make it for me?... she asked playfully.
It's fine... it's fine... I replied, my guest and after all that I did that night, I think I should give in to her request.
I turned smiling... Women!, I thought. After a few minutes, she finally said:
You can turn now...
I listened and... Wow... divine temptation... Lucia looked beautiful dressed only in that shirt. Leaving me with that impression was her intention when she asked me to turn around while she changed.
My gaze wandered over her well-formed bronzed legs, which ended where the shirt began (barely below her intimate areas, I'm sure they were also naked). With her hands on her waist, she was telling me how big my shirt looked and the small size of her waist. Above, her defiant breasts lifted my shirt, her nipples indicating their correct position.
On her face, a flirtatious smile, knowing she had eaten with her eyes and that inflated her vain feminine ego.
How do I look?... she asked, striking a pose.
Marvelous... I exclaimed while watching her rear lift the shirt, almost allowing me to see her round buttocks.
Well... I think it's time...
Is it?... I inquired, feeling like my half-asleep body could still awaken another erection.
It's time to sleep... she said provocatively.
If you're right... I replied, tired and exhausted.
As she headed towards my bed, I was searching for a sleeping bag in my closet. Mili settled between my sheets when I saw her deploy the sleeping bag, she looked at me curiously:
Hey, don't be silly... you're not going to sleep on the floor, it must be cold and hard... you can get sick... she said with pity.
I thought you wouldn't want... that had fled from my jokes and insinuations while we finished the university report, it had made me doubt that Mili wanted to share the bed. Nothing of that... come here, there's space for both of us... said, making herself to one side, as if I didn't react, she added with cunning and giving a slap on the mattress: Let's go... I won't bite... This is fine... just hope you don't snore... or talk in your sleep... Jaja... cute... hurry up, I want to sleep... said despondently. I felt a bit of warmth and, under her attentive gaze, I took off my polo and short, leaving only my boxers on. Note her disconfident expression. Is there any problem with me sleeping like that?... I asked. No... as long as you don't let anything slip away... she said in good humor, looking at my crotch. Apparently, she was dead asleep. Ok... I'll limit myself to saying it, then I approached the bed. When she saw me approaching, she lifted the sheets to let me settle between them. Initially, she reclined on her side, giving me her back, while I lay on my back, looking at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. We had had more than one sexual encounter (in more than one position) that night and therefore there shouldn't be so much tension between us, there should be more confidence, displays of affection and those things typical of any couple. And that was the problem... our situation wasn't defined... What were we?... we weren't in love, because we still had our formal partners... nor were we friendly and affectionate friends, barely were we friends and had been more affectionate than usual after all the sexual situations from that night, we had surpassed that stage... Amantes?, I think this was the word that came closest to our situation... although I doubt Mili would like it... After a few minutes, Mili turned towards my side. Without saying anything, she curled up in my chest, embracing me... maybe the same questions crossed her mind and wanted to find the answers in my lap, or perhaps she was just afraid of turning her back on me, that is... I wanted to care for your well-proportioned but still sore rear... Do you mind if I stay like this?... I asked timidly, noting the tension that the proximity of her body had generated in me. No, not at all... I replied, recovering a bit from my confusion. While the street light illuminated something of my dark room, I caressed her hair as a show of affection and to get used to her presence. I don't remember more of that semi-darkness, I was exhausted... I fell asleep... I woke up to a small noise, the singing of a bird near my window, it wasn't entirely clear outside yet. The sun would rise between the mountains in a few minutes and this bird announced its arrival. After a few seconds, I realized our location had changed: Mili was no longer reclining on my chest. She was giving me her back again, but this time my body was also lying beside hers. My arm wrapped around her waist and Mili's hand, holding mine, seemed to want to keep it there, it was a tender gesture. But below my hip was gently pressing her prominent buttocks... it wasn't an obscene gesture, but it would be in an instant... as my body and sensitivity were awakening... however Mili and her well-endowed body were still asleep. I wanted to move away, feeling a morning erection coming on, but her hand was holding me back and I wasn't going to pull it out abruptly, I didn't want to disturb Mili's peaceful sleep... what was disturbing me was the contact of my cock getting harder by the second with her plump buttocks... Damn!... I tried to think of terrible things to make my excitement subside, but I didn't manage much... now my semi-erect penis was pushing against the shirt that protected the crack of her precious ass, trying to insert itself. I was trying to fight these sensations, I didn't want to take advantage of Mili while she slept... it wasn't right... but my penis seemed not to understand, it had its own reflexes that I couldn't control... and with that, I managed to get out, without help, from my boxer shorts through her abertura…
Seeing that nothing seemed to diminish my desire for Mili's flesh... I tried a salomonic solution: I would softly rub my cock along the ridge of her round buttocks, in order to give myself pleasure, to get off, trying not to wake her and avoiding violating her narrow hole...
At first these movements began to take effect, somewhat appeasing my lust. Mili barely moved, due to my touch or her own sleep... Only that after a short while, these gentle frictions far from calming my lust, started to increase it feverishly, clouding my consciousness... I couldn't help it... I wanted to possess her...
My movements were becoming increasingly clumsy and noticeable, some groans escaped Mili between dreams... there was nothing left for me to do... if I wanted to cum with all the morning desire that her body had awakened in me... I had to penetrate her no matter what...
I took advantage of Mili letting go of my hand against her waist, perhaps due to the continuous scraping of my penis against her buttocks... Silently I freed my hand, it would help me lift her shirt a little and make space between her buttocks.
This is how I did it, lifting her shirt was not a difficult task, her voluminous rear end pushed most of it away... The hard part was making a hole in her small opening with delicacy and gentleness, avoiding waking her up unless she could react badly... Obnubilated by my lust, I came to believe that I would penetrate her with ease and she wouldn't wake up... After all, she was extremely exhausted...
Slowly I adjusted my cock between her buttocks, some slight movements told me Mili was close to waking up. I couldn't wait any longer... As soon as I found her flesh yielding (I had located her sphincter with the head of my penis) I started pushing... Instinctively her buttocks contracted, my hand stopped guiding my cock, which had already found its way, and it settled in her waist, to prevent her from escaping...
What?... Mili asked between dreams.
I didn't respond, pushed more and inserted the head of my penis into her sleepily... body. She shuddered, not knowing yet if it was a dream or a nightmare, soon she would know... Ayyy... auuu... she complained while I inserted my penis. I was going crazy over her body, its voluptuous forms, its narrow hole... far from retreating, I kept pushing my cock until I forced almost half of it in... Auuu... What are you doing?... ayyy... she asked nervously, still drowsy. Nothing... nothing... sleep... I dared to say shamelessly. Are you crazy?... ayyy... she complained as she realized the situation. Yes... crazy for you... I whispered in her ear and then kissed her neck. Ayyy... nooo... ahhhh... she complained softly. Her hand searched for mine, which held her belt, she wanted to pull it away to free herself, but her reflexes were sluggish. I only managed to hold onto my hand and transmit the pain that my hasty penetration was causing her. I had more than half of it inside and I kept struggling to get the rest in... Ohhhh... auuuu... ayyyy... she cried out in pain. Her body had risen slightly from the bed, her legs were kicking slowly and clumsily, trying to find an impulse that would take her away, but she couldn't... in a final burst of madness I rammed the rest of my cock into her... now she was completely stuck... impaled... Ayayayyyy... she let out a sorrowful cry. Ufff... I sighed relieved at having her engorged. First a spasm of pain ran through her, then she fell back onto the bed, stopped kicking, her hand no longer trying to pull mine away... she was recovering from that violent incursion... Mili sensed she couldn't escape... Despite hearing her pained lamentations, I stubbornly refused to withdraw my cock from her sore anus... perhaps driven by a passionate madness or a presentiment that this might be our last encounter... we had finished the final report... and after that what... You're one of the worst... I won't work with you again... she reproached me with suffering, as if reading my thoughts. Sorry... I said, returning to my senses a bit. The first ray of sun... filtering through the mountains and brought me something sane, I backed off a bit. However, mental clarity didn't last long... it enveloped my cock again...
Ahhh... Yeah, yeah, that's enough... ayyy... I complain.
It's fine... I said and kissed his neck as if to apologize.
I saw how this sweet kiss in the right place disarmed him... I breathed deeply, and his body contracted in a show of pain, then relaxed...
Ayyy... nooo... Don't do that to me... You know I can't...
Can you?
Ahhh... I can't resist it... I cry out heatedly.
Can you resist what? This?... I asked and kissed him again.
He shuddered again, not from pain but from pleasure, incipient pleasure. His leg tried to move away a bit, maybe to get comfortable, so his body could savor my cock filling his anus better.
You're a damn... I hate you... he said with a slow voice, revealing his excitement.
I didn't give him time for another complaint or insult: slowly I pulled out my cock, she pressed my hand, maybe she didn't want me to pull it out, it didn't last long anyway, since my penis violently returned to her intimacy.
Ouuu... Aahhh... I exclaimed while squeezing my hand.
I repeated the movement over and over again... I was ready to reach climax with her or at her expense... Mili sensed it and soon would join me in my labor...
Ahhh... yes... yes... ohhh...
Her leg stopped moving timidly and proceeded to lift herself, move aside, to let me penetrate her deeply. Her hand no longer held mine, but nervously unbuttoned the top of his shirt, seeking to free his breasts that couldn't bounce any further than the fabric allowed.
Ohhh... yes... stronger... siiii asiii... uhmmmm...
Now she wasn't complaining, only begging, clamoring for more of that sweet suffering, I didn't deny her request... caught in my own excitement, I increased the rhythm... her buttocks danced with each savage thrust of my hip against his prominent rear. His hand guided mine to his breasts, so I could feel them trembling with pleasure at my vigor...
See?... how it... what you make me feel... ahhh... ahhhh...
I leave my hand squeezing her vibrant breasts and her hand searches for my hair, returning my wild action from our previous encounter, I jerk my head brusquely until our lips met... now she also had a feverish expression...
Ay... what pleasure... no one... no one has ever made me feel this way... uhmmm...
Perhaps our senses weren't fully awake yet. We'd been like that for minutes and my body didn't want to let go of her cum, Mili's body refused to collapse... we were enjoying it too much... drenched in sweat... agitated...
Already... please stop... you're killing me... ayyy...
Resist... a little more...
Yes... yes... ahhh... ahhhh...
My hands still on her melons felt her accelerated palpitations. In her exhaustion, her lips sought mine, between gasps, her tongue tried to incite mine, to hasten my excitement with luxurious and warm kisses... it was working... my cock was hastening the movements inside her, my hip continued to punish her firm buttocks without mercy.
Ayyy... no maas... no mass... I'm going to explode... ahhh...
Wait... hold on... almost there... ufff...
It seemed like Mili was about to burst with pleasure, almost at the edge of tachycardia, I plunged my cock into her with ferocity, she resisted and pushed her plump buttocks against my hip... she knew I was coming and wanted to feel me opening her up as much as possible...
Yaa... ahhh... uhmmm...
My hand squeezed her breasts while filling her narrow cavity with liters of boiling semen... my groin trembled with each spurt of sperm that my cock spat out. Mili shuddered with each spurt that her body received...
Ayyy... ahhh... uhhhmmm... I exclaimed as I exploded in a violent orgasm.
It seemed like there was no space left for more in her anal canal. We could barely breathe. I wanted to move away to get some air, but she kept me with my hand on her breasts. I had provoked that agitated dawn, I should stay by her side and enjoy it, recharge next to her.
Ay... after last night... I can't believe you made me cum Thus... said Mili surprised, recovering her breath.
I didn't believe we'd dawn like this... I replied still agitated.
You told me to keep your penis inside your boxers... I complain.
Yes, and you told me not to provoke it...
But if I was asleep... exclaimed surprised.
Yes, but you neglected your rear guard... I said mockingly.
You're a... you're an... he said with pretended anger.
A damn?...
Even with cock in his ass, I turned halfway... remembered that feverish rebuke... I understood he wanted to find my lips to make up...
No... you're insatiable... he said with a tender smile.
No, I don't believe it... I said
Why?... I asked curiously.
Because you can satisfy me...
He didn't say more... just kissed me... To be continued...
Explanation of the text:
All characters are over 18 years old.
We reached the second floor and Mili still felt tender and sore from her intimate moments, so she decided to go back to the shower to clean up and refresh herself. I offered to accompany her... diligently. No, no, thank you... I'll go first, then you can come after... she said distrustfully, stopping me with her hand on my chest.
I saw her in her tortuous path to the shower, looking a bit scalded after all the anal penetrations I had given her that night.
Just bring me a clean towel, but leave it in the hanger... she asked. I smiled when I heard her... Mili no longer wanted to take risks. We had to stop playing those sexual games, at least for now, we had to finish our report. Neither did I want Mili to get tired of anal sex and the person who practiced it.
I went to the laundry room, took out our clothes from the dryer, took hers and a towel, and headed to the bathroom. When I heard her closing the shower door, I slid it open. This time she didn't let me see her provocative body, only my head and arm stretched out asking for the towel. Think about the same girl who tempted me just hours ago now being very cautious, afraid of another sexual encounter.
Wait until she finishes drying off inside the shower before entering to bathe, as we had agreed. Finally, she came out again with a towel covering her breasts down to her pubis. I offered to help her dry off politely.
No thanks... get away... she said with a funny expression.
It's fine... I said smiling and left my towel.
Make it stay like that... she said pointing to my penis which was timidly shrinking. I'll try, but don't provoke me... I replied and entered the shower.
When I got out of the shower, Mili was combing her hair in front of the sink mirror, still wearing the towel despite having her dry and clean clothes on top of the toilet seat. It's still hot... she explained in allusion to the clothes. Is it hot?... I'll make an effort to bring down the fever... I said jokingly, taking off my towel from around my waist.
No, silly, my clothes are still hot... don't come any closer... she replied laughing nervously as she saw me approaching her.
It's fine... I'm going to turn on the computer... I said leaving the bathroom.
I arrived at my room and while the computer was booting up, I was getting dressed in a polo shirt and short.
A little later, already immersed in the report, I didn't notice that Mili, who had already gotten dressed, had entered my room. When I became aware of her presence, I could see that there was something nostalgic in her gaze. She realized I was looking at her...
Oh... it seems like a lot of time has passed since the last time I came... she said and couldn't help but look at the bed where two weeks ago she had let me deflower her anus.
Yes, it does seem like that... but already... we're going to work... I said.
It was almost midnight and since we left the computer lab at school, we hadn't made any progress. Mili understood and came to sit next to me...
But I don't tolerate sitting for long, she had to put herself on her side, leaning against one hip, as if her wrinkled ring was bothering her.
Don't laugh, it still burns... she said, pretending to be serious.
We worked for an hour and it seemed like sleep wanted to envelop us, after all the physical commotion. Sometimes when Mili asked me something or made a suggestion, I would turn to look at her, but my eyes would often wander off and end up on the neckline of her blouse, that garment she had sewn together at the height of her abdomen because I had broken all its buttons in a passionate outburst. So my gaze always got lost in her appetizing breasts, like a lactating child contemplates them with certain anxiety.
Look at me... she would ask, smiling slightly.
Yes, yes, I'll listen... I would respond without stopping to admire her melons.
Danny... those aren't your eyes!... she would say, lifting my jaw and fixing her gaze on her intense black eyes.
Well... do you know what? I think... that I better prepare coffee... I proposed, wanted to clear the view and mind. Yes, let it be loaded coffee, well loaded... he said yawning a bit. Do you want something to eat... Pizza?... I said jokingly. No... all but that, already know how pizza affects you... she said emphatically but with some grace. Only asking, I'll make sandwiches... I replied laughing. Going to the kitchen and preparing that snack clears my mind. When I returned to my room, Mili was sleeping in front of the computer. I woke her up and with the coffee reanimating us we could finish our work. It was almost 3 and both of us were half asleep, prisoners of physical (from our sexual encounters) and mental fatigue (from the university report). We decided to go to bed, apparently only sleeping, but our bodies and desires didn't give us more. Only Mili didn't want to sleep with the same clothes on. We searched my closet for something she could wear. I called her attention to an orange polo with a green collar... smiling read the inscription it had with a quill: Thus Juancho... she said. Yes, well, that was a nickname they gave me at a job some time ago... I said lying, didn't want to delve into explanations. It seems you've had many names... she replied intrigued. She let go of the polo and her eyes fixed on another smaller, more feminine one, looked at me with grace and suspicion... Ah!... I didn't know you had these tastes... Oh yeah... that's from a cousin who spent some time with us... I said, perhaps with a melancholic air. And what does she do in your closet?... I asked curiously. I don't know, maybe when I move to this room my mom by mistake put it among my clothes... I explained, although I had already noticed that error, I kept the garment as a memento. Ah... and how is your cousin called?... I ask without beating around the bush. Her name is Ana... I replied without giving it much importance. And did you want her so much?... I asked with mischief. What?... oh yeah... don't be malicious... she just had a child recently... I replied a bit irksome. Ah yes, how lovely... and who's the daddy?... I ask mockingly, noticing that my questions made her blush, perhaps reveal herself, she was enjoying at my expense.
Oh no, not again... enough of those sly questions... Are you going to wear that if so or not?, If you want, I'll bring some of my mom's nightgowns... I replied ironically.
Ay no, don't take it badly, but your mom probably used old-fashioned sleepwear that covered her down to the ankles, like Arab women... she said with a certain sarcasm.
I didn't get offended because it sounded funny and had something true to it.
Just give me a minute, will I stay?... maybe it's too tight for sleeping... replied thoughtfully looking at my cousin's sweater.
Memories of an old story came to mind, perhaps not very distant... as I remembered that garment could fit Mili, my cousin's dimensions were similar to hers...
Well, maybe Mili was a bit more voluptuous, but this judgment was somewhat unfair given Anita was younger, almost a girl, when she wore that sweater, however the last time I saw her at her estate... yes, I think it could be said that Anita and Mili's contexts were similar... I concluded, trying not to delve into my memory and feelings. It was a good memory but past history... I thought with nostalgia.
I think what enfolding in clothes, and maybe in the story, of another girl didn't interest Mili much. Her feminine ego didn't want to share or compete with those memories. She had her own personality, her own ways, and oh! What good ways!
Finally Mili noticed one of my shirts. It was a bit old and I didn't wear it often because it had faded, although its fabric still remained soft and fresh.
This one might fit me well... she said relieved, yawning from fatigue.
Well, put it on and go to sleep... I said imitating her yawn.
But... could you do me a favor?... I asked shamefully.
What?... replied with curiosity.
Could you turn around while I change... she said with timid expression. Listen but if already... after all... tried to protest, looking for the right words, I didn't want to sound too rude or hurt her susceptibility to her sudden modesty attack.
Make it for me?... she asked playfully.
It's fine... it's fine... I replied, my guest and after all that I did that night, I think I should give in to her request.
I turned smiling... Women!, I thought. After a few minutes, she finally said:
You can turn now...
I listened and... Wow... divine temptation... Lucia looked beautiful dressed only in that shirt. Leaving me with that impression was her intention when she asked me to turn around while she changed.
My gaze wandered over her well-formed bronzed legs, which ended where the shirt began (barely below her intimate areas, I'm sure they were also naked). With her hands on her waist, she was telling me how big my shirt looked and the small size of her waist. Above, her defiant breasts lifted my shirt, her nipples indicating their correct position.
On her face, a flirtatious smile, knowing she had eaten with her eyes and that inflated her vain feminine ego.
How do I look?... she asked, striking a pose.
Marvelous... I exclaimed while watching her rear lift the shirt, almost allowing me to see her round buttocks.
Well... I think it's time...
Is it?... I inquired, feeling like my half-asleep body could still awaken another erection.
It's time to sleep... she said provocatively.
If you're right... I replied, tired and exhausted.
As she headed towards my bed, I was searching for a sleeping bag in my closet. Mili settled between my sheets when I saw her deploy the sleeping bag, she looked at me curiously:
Hey, don't be silly... you're not going to sleep on the floor, it must be cold and hard... you can get sick... she said with pity.
I thought you wouldn't want... that had fled from my jokes and insinuations while we finished the university report, it had made me doubt that Mili wanted to share the bed. Nothing of that... come here, there's space for both of us... said, making herself to one side, as if I didn't react, she added with cunning and giving a slap on the mattress: Let's go... I won't bite... This is fine... just hope you don't snore... or talk in your sleep... Jaja... cute... hurry up, I want to sleep... said despondently. I felt a bit of warmth and, under her attentive gaze, I took off my polo and short, leaving only my boxers on. Note her disconfident expression. Is there any problem with me sleeping like that?... I asked. No... as long as you don't let anything slip away... she said in good humor, looking at my crotch. Apparently, she was dead asleep. Ok... I'll limit myself to saying it, then I approached the bed. When she saw me approaching, she lifted the sheets to let me settle between them. Initially, she reclined on her side, giving me her back, while I lay on my back, looking at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. We had had more than one sexual encounter (in more than one position) that night and therefore there shouldn't be so much tension between us, there should be more confidence, displays of affection and those things typical of any couple. And that was the problem... our situation wasn't defined... What were we?... we weren't in love, because we still had our formal partners... nor were we friendly and affectionate friends, barely were we friends and had been more affectionate than usual after all the sexual situations from that night, we had surpassed that stage... Amantes?, I think this was the word that came closest to our situation... although I doubt Mili would like it... After a few minutes, Mili turned towards my side. Without saying anything, she curled up in my chest, embracing me... maybe the same questions crossed her mind and wanted to find the answers in my lap, or perhaps she was just afraid of turning her back on me, that is... I wanted to care for your well-proportioned but still sore rear... Do you mind if I stay like this?... I asked timidly, noting the tension that the proximity of her body had generated in me. No, not at all... I replied, recovering a bit from my confusion. While the street light illuminated something of my dark room, I caressed her hair as a show of affection and to get used to her presence. I don't remember more of that semi-darkness, I was exhausted... I fell asleep... I woke up to a small noise, the singing of a bird near my window, it wasn't entirely clear outside yet. The sun would rise between the mountains in a few minutes and this bird announced its arrival. After a few seconds, I realized our location had changed: Mili was no longer reclining on my chest. She was giving me her back again, but this time my body was also lying beside hers. My arm wrapped around her waist and Mili's hand, holding mine, seemed to want to keep it there, it was a tender gesture. But below my hip was gently pressing her prominent buttocks... it wasn't an obscene gesture, but it would be in an instant... as my body and sensitivity were awakening... however Mili and her well-endowed body were still asleep. I wanted to move away, feeling a morning erection coming on, but her hand was holding me back and I wasn't going to pull it out abruptly, I didn't want to disturb Mili's peaceful sleep... what was disturbing me was the contact of my cock getting harder by the second with her plump buttocks... Damn!... I tried to think of terrible things to make my excitement subside, but I didn't manage much... now my semi-erect penis was pushing against the shirt that protected the crack of her precious ass, trying to insert itself. I was trying to fight these sensations, I didn't want to take advantage of Mili while she slept... it wasn't right... but my penis seemed not to understand, it had its own reflexes that I couldn't control... and with that, I managed to get out, without help, from my boxer shorts through her abertura…
Seeing that nothing seemed to diminish my desire for Mili's flesh... I tried a salomonic solution: I would softly rub my cock along the ridge of her round buttocks, in order to give myself pleasure, to get off, trying not to wake her and avoiding violating her narrow hole...
At first these movements began to take effect, somewhat appeasing my lust. Mili barely moved, due to my touch or her own sleep... Only that after a short while, these gentle frictions far from calming my lust, started to increase it feverishly, clouding my consciousness... I couldn't help it... I wanted to possess her...
My movements were becoming increasingly clumsy and noticeable, some groans escaped Mili between dreams... there was nothing left for me to do... if I wanted to cum with all the morning desire that her body had awakened in me... I had to penetrate her no matter what...
I took advantage of Mili letting go of my hand against her waist, perhaps due to the continuous scraping of my penis against her buttocks... Silently I freed my hand, it would help me lift her shirt a little and make space between her buttocks.
This is how I did it, lifting her shirt was not a difficult task, her voluminous rear end pushed most of it away... The hard part was making a hole in her small opening with delicacy and gentleness, avoiding waking her up unless she could react badly... Obnubilated by my lust, I came to believe that I would penetrate her with ease and she wouldn't wake up... After all, she was extremely exhausted...
Slowly I adjusted my cock between her buttocks, some slight movements told me Mili was close to waking up. I couldn't wait any longer... As soon as I found her flesh yielding (I had located her sphincter with the head of my penis) I started pushing... Instinctively her buttocks contracted, my hand stopped guiding my cock, which had already found its way, and it settled in her waist, to prevent her from escaping...
What?... Mili asked between dreams.
I didn't respond, pushed more and inserted the head of my penis into her sleepily... body. She shuddered, not knowing yet if it was a dream or a nightmare, soon she would know... Ayyy... auuu... she complained while I inserted my penis. I was going crazy over her body, its voluptuous forms, its narrow hole... far from retreating, I kept pushing my cock until I forced almost half of it in... Auuu... What are you doing?... ayyy... she asked nervously, still drowsy. Nothing... nothing... sleep... I dared to say shamelessly. Are you crazy?... ayyy... she complained as she realized the situation. Yes... crazy for you... I whispered in her ear and then kissed her neck. Ayyy... nooo... ahhhh... she complained softly. Her hand searched for mine, which held her belt, she wanted to pull it away to free herself, but her reflexes were sluggish. I only managed to hold onto my hand and transmit the pain that my hasty penetration was causing her. I had more than half of it inside and I kept struggling to get the rest in... Ohhhh... auuuu... ayyyy... she cried out in pain. Her body had risen slightly from the bed, her legs were kicking slowly and clumsily, trying to find an impulse that would take her away, but she couldn't... in a final burst of madness I rammed the rest of my cock into her... now she was completely stuck... impaled... Ayayayyyy... she let out a sorrowful cry. Ufff... I sighed relieved at having her engorged. First a spasm of pain ran through her, then she fell back onto the bed, stopped kicking, her hand no longer trying to pull mine away... she was recovering from that violent incursion... Mili sensed she couldn't escape... Despite hearing her pained lamentations, I stubbornly refused to withdraw my cock from her sore anus... perhaps driven by a passionate madness or a presentiment that this might be our last encounter... we had finished the final report... and after that what... You're one of the worst... I won't work with you again... she reproached me with suffering, as if reading my thoughts. Sorry... I said, returning to my senses a bit. The first ray of sun... filtering through the mountains and brought me something sane, I backed off a bit. However, mental clarity didn't last long... it enveloped my cock again...
Ahhh... Yeah, yeah, that's enough... ayyy... I complain.
It's fine... I said and kissed his neck as if to apologize.
I saw how this sweet kiss in the right place disarmed him... I breathed deeply, and his body contracted in a show of pain, then relaxed...
Ayyy... nooo... Don't do that to me... You know I can't...
Can you?
Ahhh... I can't resist it... I cry out heatedly.
Can you resist what? This?... I asked and kissed him again.
He shuddered again, not from pain but from pleasure, incipient pleasure. His leg tried to move away a bit, maybe to get comfortable, so his body could savor my cock filling his anus better.
You're a damn... I hate you... he said with a slow voice, revealing his excitement.
I didn't give him time for another complaint or insult: slowly I pulled out my cock, she pressed my hand, maybe she didn't want me to pull it out, it didn't last long anyway, since my penis violently returned to her intimacy.
Ouuu... Aahhh... I exclaimed while squeezing my hand.
I repeated the movement over and over again... I was ready to reach climax with her or at her expense... Mili sensed it and soon would join me in my labor...
Ahhh... yes... yes... ohhh...
Her leg stopped moving timidly and proceeded to lift herself, move aside, to let me penetrate her deeply. Her hand no longer held mine, but nervously unbuttoned the top of his shirt, seeking to free his breasts that couldn't bounce any further than the fabric allowed.
Ohhh... yes... stronger... siiii asiii... uhmmmm...
Now she wasn't complaining, only begging, clamoring for more of that sweet suffering, I didn't deny her request... caught in my own excitement, I increased the rhythm... her buttocks danced with each savage thrust of my hip against his prominent rear. His hand guided mine to his breasts, so I could feel them trembling with pleasure at my vigor...
See?... how it... what you make me feel... ahhh... ahhhh...
I leave my hand squeezing her vibrant breasts and her hand searches for my hair, returning my wild action from our previous encounter, I jerk my head brusquely until our lips met... now she also had a feverish expression...
Ay... what pleasure... no one... no one has ever made me feel this way... uhmmm...
Perhaps our senses weren't fully awake yet. We'd been like that for minutes and my body didn't want to let go of her cum, Mili's body refused to collapse... we were enjoying it too much... drenched in sweat... agitated...
Already... please stop... you're killing me... ayyy...
Resist... a little more...
Yes... yes... ahhh... ahhhh...
My hands still on her melons felt her accelerated palpitations. In her exhaustion, her lips sought mine, between gasps, her tongue tried to incite mine, to hasten my excitement with luxurious and warm kisses... it was working... my cock was hastening the movements inside her, my hip continued to punish her firm buttocks without mercy.
Ayyy... no maas... no mass... I'm going to explode... ahhh...
Wait... hold on... almost there... ufff...
It seemed like Mili was about to burst with pleasure, almost at the edge of tachycardia, I plunged my cock into her with ferocity, she resisted and pushed her plump buttocks against my hip... she knew I was coming and wanted to feel me opening her up as much as possible...
Yaa... ahhh... uhmmm...
My hand squeezed her breasts while filling her narrow cavity with liters of boiling semen... my groin trembled with each spurt of sperm that my cock spat out. Mili shuddered with each spurt that her body received...
Ayyy... ahhh... uhhhmmm... I exclaimed as I exploded in a violent orgasm.
It seemed like there was no space left for more in her anal canal. We could barely breathe. I wanted to move away to get some air, but she kept me with my hand on her breasts. I had provoked that agitated dawn, I should stay by her side and enjoy it, recharge next to her.
Ay... after last night... I can't believe you made me cum Thus... said Mili surprised, recovering her breath.
I didn't believe we'd dawn like this... I replied still agitated.
You told me to keep your penis inside your boxers... I complain.
Yes, and you told me not to provoke it...
But if I was asleep... exclaimed surprised.
Yes, but you neglected your rear guard... I said mockingly.
You're a... you're an... he said with pretended anger.
A damn?...
Even with cock in his ass, I turned halfway... remembered that feverish rebuke... I understood he wanted to find my lips to make up...
No... you're insatiable... he said with a tender smile.
No, I don't believe it... I said
Why?... I asked curiously.
Because you can satisfy me...
He didn't say more... just kissed me... To be continued...
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