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Compendium IIII followed her to the bathroom. I wanted to know the rest, because what I saw that morning didn't leave room for questioning: the confidence with which Aisha and Calliope touched each other, looked at each other, and talked wasn't typical mother-daughter dialogue. Rather, it was like two women who had shared a sexual bed. But I forgot my questions when I saw her in the shower...
I could understand why David set up a home gym. With a wife and daughter as curvy as his horns would reach the ionosphere if they went to a public gym.It reminded me of bitches in heat, lifting their booty for the male. Although in this case, it was her enormous and brown ass and a flirtatious look.
Despite having just run my mouth on hers, I only saw her like that, I started to harden again.
And as if I needed more confirmation about what I wanted, she began to soap her ankles, emphasizing her ass towards me even more.
Her skin was red and steaming from the heat of the shower; her completely open and marked buttocks revealing the tight and snug entrance that required my attention.
I felt a tingling sensation in my hands and agitated breathing, with my eyes wide open and my penis ardently hard and excited to see her. I had to lick my lips and swallow saliva, feeling part of her taste in my mouth. Like a true woman in heat, she was surrendering to her male, me, to prove that I was completely hers, in all the desirable ways possible.
I positioned myself behind her, without either of us saying a word, with her remaining quite tranquil despite my erect penis being about to penetrate her. She shuddered slightly as I started pushing it inside her. The firmness of her ass was astounding, since I never thought when I first saw her that this modest and dedicated housewife would no longer be a virgin of her narrower opening.The sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the bathroom, in a rhythmic symphony following the echo of our moans and agitated heartbeats.
Aisha's palms were spread out on the tiles, with her moans drowning out the splashing of hot water, her eyes closing as I was penetrating her, and her body stretching, adjusting to my size. For her, it was a dance of pain and pleasure, a dance she had learned and practiced only with her husband. But with me, she was refining... it.
Like when I do with Marisol, I searched for Aisha's clitoris and caressed it softly as I penetrated her. Such immense pleasure never occurred to David's uncreative and innocent mind. But the double sensation was too much for Aisha, who screamed my name as an unstoppable and intense orgasm overwhelmed her like a tsunami, favoring our movements.
I didn't take too much time to follow her, since a woman like that was too much for anyone and my heat spilled into her, filling her, marking her as mine. With great difficulty, we managed to steady ourselves against the shower wall, with our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in unison.But this admirable woman still wasn't satisfied. As if she were starving, famished for sex, she turned towards me, with her massive breasts still heaving with every breath she took.
I looked at her eyes, feeling her desire and without saying a word, I pinned her against the tiles. The coolness of the wall contrasted with the stifling heat of our bodies, causing us a delicious and comforting shiver.
As Marisol loves, I lifted Aisha by her sex, re-penetrating her in a reckless manner that made her wrap her legs around my waist without intending to let me go.The water was falling scorching between us, like a waterfall, mixing with our lips, faces, and tongues, while below, they combined with our juices as we moved frantically.
In an interval, Aisha threw her head back, letting out a seductive and captivating moan that made my bones shiver, with the water caressing her face as she moaned, as if it were a nereid from Greek mythology.
I could feel my cock pounding her deeply, with a force and virility that marked a huge contrast with the soft, timid, and loving thrusts David might have given. I grabbed her plump and exquisite breasts, kneading them methodically as I penetrated her. The sensation was overwhelming for her since, from one second to another, it would pass from a gentle caress to a painful stretching, resulting in a symphony of pleasure that made her scream until she lost consciousness.
By then, we were in a frantic rhythm, with our slippery bodies covered in water and sweat. Aisha felt her orgasm forming as my penis entered her with such intensity that it seemed like it would break her.
I won't lie to you, dear reader, the idea of fertilizing her, leaving her with a piece of mine inside her forever, was both stimulating and terrifying at the same time.
The idea of leaving David a permanent reminder that I had usurped his place as male, the power that his wife had given me with complete freedom, and that I would have to take care of my potential seed, was an idea that drove me crazy and made her scream more and more.
And when we reached the climax, the water hit our bodies in a burning way, in a cacophony of passion, pleasure, and need, which mattered little if it burned us. Aisha tightened herself around me in an incredible way, to the point that her orgasm grew until it became the only thing she could concentrate on, making me feel like I was squeezing out my juices until I thought I would die.
My seed overflowed again, with our bodies coupling in intense spasms that fused our spirits and bodies into one. The hot water, always generous, washed away the evidence of our love and the guilt of this illicit love.
As we were able to recover our breath, without being able to give each other space to kiss or talk, Aisha managed to pull away and leave me with Knees in front of me, with her green eyes looking at me in a mix of submission and love. Without even hesitating, she took my half-erect penis, which was throbbing painfully by that point, inside the warmth of her mouth, with her mouth dancing on the tip of my glans, savoring the taste of our mixed juices.
The act was almost like a ritual for her. As if it were a silent promise of her dedication to me. It was clear she had never shown this level of intimacy with her husband, but with me, she didn't even hesitate. She loved my size, my flavor, the way I made her come in an intoxicating manner.
I rested my hand on her nape, caressing her wet hair as I felt it slide all the way to the back of her throat again. Somehow, my penis returned to being hard, shaking in response. Her hunger for me was exciting and intoxicating, to the point that I saw a insatiable slut in her eyes.She cleaned me thoroughly, leaving me disheveled. And somehow, I thought about the cuck. Will she realize I'm sleeping with her wife? Can she sense the uncontrollable fire now residing within her?
With a sigh, Aisha emerged from the shower, with water droplets still clinging to her skin. She wrapped herself in a white towel, probably the same one mentioned in her story, whose soft fabric contrasted with the roughness of the tiles.
I looked at her in the mirror and devoured her ebony goddess body with my eyes, as if it were the first time I'd seen her.
But her own eyes occasionally locked onto my crotch, where my swollen but painfully useless penis lay. I could sense her captivating desires to have me in her mouth, her longing to taste me a little more.
And it was then, in that moment of rationality born from exhaustion and as we were getting dressed, that I asked her to continue with her story about Calliope, knowing she still hadn't told me everything...
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THE NIGHT THAT BROKE THE MARRIAGE...
David was delighted with Aisha's caresses. She gazed at him indifferently in bed, and he didn't even notice. Aisha's movements were mechanical, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
Increasing the pace of her caresses, she felt an desperate need to make him reach climax. David groaned loudly, thrusting his hips against her hand. Aisha felt the warm and small discharge of her husband's semen spill between her fingers, but barely noticed it.Still, she wanted to test her husband's masculinity compared to mine. Despite her disgust, she put her husband's penis in her mouth and started sucking it.
David almost complained, but Aisha was doing an impressive job with her oral skills...
Her tongue danced around his insignificant glans, as if mocking him. She could feel him hardening again in her mouth. It seemed pathetic how easily he got excited. However, she reminded herself that David was just a man and men are easy to manipulate.
She continued sucking and caressing her husband, with her mind distracted thinking about my flavor. The image in her mind was so vivid that she almost could taste me...
But her fantasy didn't last long when her husband filled her mouth with his semen. She spat it out, feeling nauseous. His semen was inferior and dirty, not worth swallowing, unlike mine.
While her husband turned over and fell asleep, Aisha got out of bed and took another one of the Calliope bottles. Breathing deeply, she placed the bottle in her entrance and pushed it into her hungry femininity.It was incredible, much better than her husband's deplorable penis. She started pushing the bottle, losing herself in pleasure. The sensation was so intense that she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. With each thrust, I imagined myself claiming her as a woman.Her orgasm grew inside her, becoming stronger and more powerful with each passing moment. Finally, she screamed to release herself, muffling her moans with her hand to avoid waking up her useless husband, while her body shuddered in pleasure as she emptied onto the bottle. She collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, with trembling legs.
At that moment, I thought about my penis. Just like her daughter's bottle, it would remain hard and rigid after coming inside her. The night was young. I could give the bottle another try...
The next morning, Aisha woke up in high spirits. Having played with the bottle four times in a row during the night had worked wonders on her. She felt fresh and alive, her body craving more. She gazed at her sleeping husband, unaware of his nocturnal activities, and it made her feel... perverted.
David was just as useless when awake, and she realized that for her, he would never be sufficient again...
THE NIGHT THAT EVERYTHING CHANGED…The next Friday morning, Emma told the girls that she had been invited to Bastián's house for Mother's Day and was worried about having to meet my wife, Marisol...
But for the rest of the day, Aisha visualized my thrush as the most fortunate woman in the world, since she has free access to my penis. And that, unlike her and her friends, isn't being unfaithful to anyone to get it...Aisha's fingers moved faster and faster, thinking about the daily routine alongside my wife. She imagined us making love passionately throughout the house, with our bodies moving in perfect harmony and discretion, balancing being parents and hiding our fiery and ardent desires from our daughters' eyes.And at night, she felt restless. She knew that at those moments, Emma had to be at the party getting to know Marisol, so after masturbating her husband to leave her alone, she couldn't sleep.
Her blood was burning. She needed to cool down. She longed to love and be loved. And in these thoughts, she walked into her daughter's bedroom...
Calliope, can I come in? -she asked, feeling her femininity flowing.Aisha entered the bedroom and found Calliope resting on the bed, appearing to be sleeping.
However, it was clear that something was happening. Her essence of juvenile sex seemed as celestial as the fact that she was sweating and panting…
She realized she had interrupted herself giving pleasure…
Sorry for bothering you... but I was feeling lonely. And well... your father...-she said with timidity.
She didn't want to comment on how incompetent he was in bed…
¡Of course, Mom! You can come in! – Calliope responded, opening her blankets for her.
The essence of young woman's sex became almost intoxicating. Aisha jumped onto the bed, knowing that the next morning things would be different between them...Calliope didn't waste the opportunity and openly kissed Aisha. Both women began to express their desires by fondling, grabbing, touching everything they could desire, sharing a single thought: giving pleasure to each other.
Aisha returned her kiss, feeling the softness of her daughter's lips. She had never felt so hot nor so alive for another woman. She grabbed her breasts, sucking them, kissing the hardened nipples. She moved downwards, taking one of her daughter's legs and opened her moistened lips. She licked her intimacy, savoring the savory nectar of Calliope's desires.It started moving her head, kissing and sucking, using her tongue to give her pleasure. She could feel her daughter's hands on her head, guiding her, urging her to continue.• Oh, Calliope!- She moaned, feeling her daughter's orgasm growing.- I love your taste!
She sucked even harder, savoring the sensation of her daughter's opening tightening around her tongue.
• Let it out!... Let everything out! – ordered the greedy mother.
With a cry of relief, Calliope contorted and ended, her honey overflowing onto Aisha's face and lips. As her daughter's body relaxed beneath her, their bodies remained entwined.
• That was… incredible! – Calliope panted, with a flushed face from pleasure.- I never believed... that things could be like this between us.
• I'm glad! – responded Aisha, her heart leaping with joy as she stroked Calliope's hair. – Because I don't think we can go back to how things were before.
The two women fell silent, lost in their thoughts. Finally, Calliope turned to her mother and asked:
• Do you think... we could do this again?
Calliope looked at her with eyes that no longer saw her as a daughter, but as a lover. She felt the same burning desire in her entrails and knew that from then on, things would never go back...
• I believe... – whispered Aisha, her voice trembling with emotion.- I think we should...
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And although it was clear that not everything that happened that night, when Aisha finished telling her story, a painful throbbing could be felt in my pants.
Her hungry eyes sought to alleviate me, but despite her home being just steps away from school, we would inevitably be late if we did something...
So I settled as best I could and sincerely thanked Cheryl for already waiting with Bastián to leave me off at Maya's class...
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