It happened many years ago, in my student days at the University of Engineering in Buenos Aires
With Roberto Otsu, a Japanese classmate since enrollment, we rented rooms on Chile Street at number 68x, in the apartment of two women who had discovered they lacked money and had two spare rooms.
Noemí, around 60 years old, obese to say the least, didn't sit down, she collapsed onto chairs. She coughed all day, her face turned purple, she was left breathless and always had a bottle of mineral water at hand to relieve herself. If she managed it, she would fall asleep with a magazine on her knees, letting out a snore that woke her up and asking for forgiveness. She'd go back to sleep until the next snore with the accompanying apologies...
Silvia was Noemí's half-sister, a widow in her late 30s, with an attractive face and decent figure: black long hair, tall, slender, 6 out of 10 points on the bust and hips.
She lit candles, not for the deceased, but for Cupid (Eros for Greeks), god of love, asking him to do his job once and for all for her
As the days went by, starting from around two months in, when I was left alone on Saturdays since Roberto would go to his parents' house in nearby Escobar, or if he didn't leave at night, Silvia would softly knock on the glass door of my room with a plate of special food or dessert in her hands:
Just one portion, so you can try...
She'd delay, initially, at the door, talking about trivial things. Soon she accepted entering and prolonging the visit.
Seated in a chair opposite the desk in the room, I began to peek into her intimate and reserved spiritual zone...
During the conversation, her eyes would let me perceive her emotional states of effort, exaltation, impatience, and with frequency, excitement. In this last case, she'd blush and disturb my tranquility... transcurridos varios sábados tensos, I stopped holding back the impulse, the venereal excitement, and as soon as she leaned against me, the familiar plate, on the desk, embraced her from behind with both hands over her breasts and buttocks, pressed tightly against someone awake in my groin. -What's he doing?... leave me alone... how does it occur to him?....- protested, raising her voice, without trying to separate. -Shut up!!! Noemí can wake up...- I bit a lobe of her ear. She responded by pressing harder with her buttocks against my member that was pushing to get out of my pants. -You...you can't do these things....it's a shame...- protested, without moving an inch her body from mine. -Of course I can ….. this and also....... what you're looking for- I whispered in her ear. Her body already dominated by excitement turned: -I don't know what you imagine I'm looking for….- but her eyes shouted what her mouth didn't say. -To start with- my lips searched hers and my hands caressed her, although not very intense, just for a while. -Silvia...You're very loud when you make love?- I asked in a very low voice, while simultaneously, raised the skirt, began to caress her pussy and, soon after, lowered the panties by pulling on the elastic, without finding any opposition. -I don't know ….. I think not …. or only a little….- was the response interrupted by sighs. -Fantastic!!! We won't have a risk that Noemí finds out, then...- Let herself be led to the side of the bed and, standing, allowed me to undress her, one piece after another. It was my turn to undress myself. She desired ardently and, lying on the bedspread, purred like a satisfied cat with my indecent handling that didn't skip any of her sensitive zones: cheeks, neck, breasts, legs, groin, and buttocks. For modesty, I suppose, she contained her hands – she didn't attempt any erotic caress, but couldn't contain her desires nor her mouth: -Julio ….. it's so good….. enough
Get me to... Do it...!!!-
I put on the condom that I had left in the little box on the lamp table and got in without much ceremony. She voiced an exclamation and a hip shake - vibration of her vocal cords and body - at my intrusion.
She enjoyed the dust with profusion, abundance (excessive) of sighs, groans, screams, phrases of joy, surprise or pleasure, exaggerated to great voice.
She reached orgasm with a panting breath, hoarse and violent agitation, uncontrolled body.
I really needed cock I thought, once relaxed, after my climax.
That first time, it just ended there. Dust, a brief chat afterwards, exchange of flatteries, getting dressed again and goodbye.
During the following days, in those encounters (alone or shared) face of poker, except for Saturday at noon:
-Hey, are you going out tonight?- she found out in a low voice.
-If you're coming to see me, don't-
-I'm coming... sure!-
She came, spontaneous, uninhibited and without reserve. So much so that I only needed a few kisses and caresses for her to start with my clothes and hers, and once naked, lying horizontally on the bed, with my cock erect and hard, held by her hand at the base and licked by her wet tongue along the shaft, then in the glans and in the little hole. She delayed, tormenting me, but finally she put her head in my mouth- kept it warm licking- a bit later she swallowed as much as she could. That's when the up-and-down of the mouth came with a movement of the hand along the shaft and the other hand caressing the testicles softly. When I was at point of dripping, suddenly, she put her finger in my ass. She let go of the cock and, looking at me with a face of vice, said:
-Have you ever had a better blow job, guy?-
I shook my head while getting up, knocked her down, positioned the cock at the entrance of the pussy- “adentrooo”. The dust was a copy, corrected and increased, of the first one from the previous Saturday, with the added value of oral provocation heat due to doing it naturally – without a condom – and semen spillage in her vagina.
From that day on, I had wild parties with variants – oral, vaginal, and anal sex - with the daring and shameless widow. The frequency decreased drastically after Silvia started dating a merchant from the block.
Occasionally, I'd feel soft knocking on the glass door of my room: ¡Hola Juliooo!! Do you mind? I'd smile from ear to ear at hearing my greeting: ¡Holaa reina!!! ...Not at all... Your desire is my desire
And always, I made sure to satisfy her, even on days when I had little rest, due to some previous mixture of heat and pleasure with a student from the club, office, or casual encounter.
After completing my studies and passing my final exams, I left the Chile Street accommodation and the hot weekend parties with Silvia. A couple of years later, out of morbid curiosity, I entered the merchant's store. He recognized me and told me he was married to her.
I was glad – felt something like gratitude towards her for the favors she had done me.
I left my regards.
With Roberto Otsu, a Japanese classmate since enrollment, we rented rooms on Chile Street at number 68x, in the apartment of two women who had discovered they lacked money and had two spare rooms.
Noemí, around 60 years old, obese to say the least, didn't sit down, she collapsed onto chairs. She coughed all day, her face turned purple, she was left breathless and always had a bottle of mineral water at hand to relieve herself. If she managed it, she would fall asleep with a magazine on her knees, letting out a snore that woke her up and asking for forgiveness. She'd go back to sleep until the next snore with the accompanying apologies...
Silvia was Noemí's half-sister, a widow in her late 30s, with an attractive face and decent figure: black long hair, tall, slender, 6 out of 10 points on the bust and hips.
She lit candles, not for the deceased, but for Cupid (Eros for Greeks), god of love, asking him to do his job once and for all for her
As the days went by, starting from around two months in, when I was left alone on Saturdays since Roberto would go to his parents' house in nearby Escobar, or if he didn't leave at night, Silvia would softly knock on the glass door of my room with a plate of special food or dessert in her hands:
Just one portion, so you can try...
She'd delay, initially, at the door, talking about trivial things. Soon she accepted entering and prolonging the visit.
Seated in a chair opposite the desk in the room, I began to peek into her intimate and reserved spiritual zone...
During the conversation, her eyes would let me perceive her emotional states of effort, exaltation, impatience, and with frequency, excitement. In this last case, she'd blush and disturb my tranquility... transcurridos varios sábados tensos, I stopped holding back the impulse, the venereal excitement, and as soon as she leaned against me, the familiar plate, on the desk, embraced her from behind with both hands over her breasts and buttocks, pressed tightly against someone awake in my groin. -What's he doing?... leave me alone... how does it occur to him?....- protested, raising her voice, without trying to separate. -Shut up!!! Noemí can wake up...- I bit a lobe of her ear. She responded by pressing harder with her buttocks against my member that was pushing to get out of my pants. -You...you can't do these things....it's a shame...- protested, without moving an inch her body from mine. -Of course I can ….. this and also....... what you're looking for- I whispered in her ear. Her body already dominated by excitement turned: -I don't know what you imagine I'm looking for….- but her eyes shouted what her mouth didn't say. -To start with- my lips searched hers and my hands caressed her, although not very intense, just for a while. -Silvia...You're very loud when you make love?- I asked in a very low voice, while simultaneously, raised the skirt, began to caress her pussy and, soon after, lowered the panties by pulling on the elastic, without finding any opposition. -I don't know ….. I think not …. or only a little….- was the response interrupted by sighs. -Fantastic!!! We won't have a risk that Noemí finds out, then...- Let herself be led to the side of the bed and, standing, allowed me to undress her, one piece after another. It was my turn to undress myself. She desired ardently and, lying on the bedspread, purred like a satisfied cat with my indecent handling that didn't skip any of her sensitive zones: cheeks, neck, breasts, legs, groin, and buttocks. For modesty, I suppose, she contained her hands – she didn't attempt any erotic caress, but couldn't contain her desires nor her mouth: -Julio ….. it's so good….. enough
Get me to... Do it...!!!-
I put on the condom that I had left in the little box on the lamp table and got in without much ceremony. She voiced an exclamation and a hip shake - vibration of her vocal cords and body - at my intrusion.
She enjoyed the dust with profusion, abundance (excessive) of sighs, groans, screams, phrases of joy, surprise or pleasure, exaggerated to great voice.
She reached orgasm with a panting breath, hoarse and violent agitation, uncontrolled body.
I really needed cock I thought, once relaxed, after my climax.
That first time, it just ended there. Dust, a brief chat afterwards, exchange of flatteries, getting dressed again and goodbye.
During the following days, in those encounters (alone or shared) face of poker, except for Saturday at noon:
-Hey, are you going out tonight?- she found out in a low voice.
-If you're coming to see me, don't-
-I'm coming... sure!-
She came, spontaneous, uninhibited and without reserve. So much so that I only needed a few kisses and caresses for her to start with my clothes and hers, and once naked, lying horizontally on the bed, with my cock erect and hard, held by her hand at the base and licked by her wet tongue along the shaft, then in the glans and in the little hole. She delayed, tormenting me, but finally she put her head in my mouth- kept it warm licking- a bit later she swallowed as much as she could. That's when the up-and-down of the mouth came with a movement of the hand along the shaft and the other hand caressing the testicles softly. When I was at point of dripping, suddenly, she put her finger in my ass. She let go of the cock and, looking at me with a face of vice, said:
-Have you ever had a better blow job, guy?-
I shook my head while getting up, knocked her down, positioned the cock at the entrance of the pussy- “adentrooo”. The dust was a copy, corrected and increased, of the first one from the previous Saturday, with the added value of oral provocation heat due to doing it naturally – without a condom – and semen spillage in her vagina.
From that day on, I had wild parties with variants – oral, vaginal, and anal sex - with the daring and shameless widow. The frequency decreased drastically after Silvia started dating a merchant from the block.
Occasionally, I'd feel soft knocking on the glass door of my room: ¡Hola Juliooo!! Do you mind? I'd smile from ear to ear at hearing my greeting: ¡Holaa reina!!! ...Not at all... Your desire is my desire
And always, I made sure to satisfy her, even on days when I had little rest, due to some previous mixture of heat and pleasure with a student from the club, office, or casual encounter.
After completing my studies and passing my final exams, I left the Chile Street accommodation and the hot weekend parties with Silvia. A couple of years later, out of morbid curiosity, I entered the merchant's store. He recognized me and told me he was married to her.
I was glad – felt something like gratitude towards her for the favors she had done me.
I left my regards.
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