I woke up early, I couldn't wait any longer to go to María's house. The first thing I did was look for the panties that she had given me as a gift the night before. I took them out of the bag where I had stored them; they were still wet. I smelled them; breathing deeply, I absorbed the potent aromas emitted by my friend's sex. That, combined with my morning erection, put me in an incredible state of excitement. Then I showered with cold water and got dressed quickly. I ate something and said goodbye to my mother, telling her that I was leaving for the day with some friends and didn't know when I'd be back.
María almost never invited me to go to her house. Normally we preferred to hang out on her landing. Her family had always ignored me completely, especially her brother, who was a champion prick. The truth is it didn't matter to me, I even rejoiced at that.
I didn't know what to expect from the day. In the previous days, María had treated me like her boyfriend because she needed to get out of some trouble or pretend something. But this time she had simply invited me over to her house to hang out. There was no excuse, there was no need to pretend anything.
Maybe I really wouldn't want anything more than to watch a movie or listen to music; kill some time so as not to get bored alone at home, just like she said. It's possible that with the same naturalness with which everything had started, passing from being just friends to acting like lovers in seconds, we could go back to being simply friends again, as if it didn't have the slightest importance. It wouldn't be surprising if everything that happened between us was nothing more than a coincidence. María had always been just as impulsive and reckless, I wouldn't be surprised either.
But what if there was something more? And if there was still hope that María would get along with me and break up with Ramón? Total, she didn't seem to feel the slightest guilty about her actions, on the contrary, she was enjoying it. And that cuck hadn't hesitated for a second in leaving his girlfriend abandoned all summer, enough reason to cut ties. Thinking about it well, it was all his fault, what an idiot. Maybe he even wouldn't care; maybe he himself would be getting along with some distant cousin of his in his hometown, who knows.
With that debate in my head, I soon arrived at his block. It took me a couple of minutes to open up and when I arrived at his door, he received me still wearing pajamas for sleeping.
Hey! Sorry, I overslept. Come on in... said drowsily. Do you want to have some breakfast?
—Okay... to be honest I've already had breakfast, thanks. I got up early, showered and everything... —I replied—. But hey, don't worry, there's no rush.
Ah, wow! What an early riser! With how late it got yesterday... —she said to me as I accompanied her from the reception hall to the living room.
When I got there, being a much brighter piece, I could appreciate her clothing better. The camisole she was wearing was more like a shirt that fit her poorly and was long enough to cover half of her thigh.
—Well, if you don't mind I'm going to have breakfast, as I am hungry —he told me.
Soon he returned from the kitchen with some toast with butter and a pair of glasses of juice, of which he offered one to me. We sat down together at the table and chatted while eating.
He was fine yesterday, he said with his mouth full. Thanks again, I think we did a good job in front of my friends; they never suspected for a moment that we weren't boyfriends.
Ah... yes. It was quite convincing I think... —I commented something flushed remembering the events.
They liked you well with my friends, especially Tania; she wouldn't stop asking me about you, said smiling.
She was watching while devouring her toast. She was sitting right in front of me, and I was enjoying her graceful movements as she ate. She was talking to me again like my lifelong friend, making me think that what had happened didn't mean anything special to her after all.
—This treatment of ours is turning out to be very gratifying—then he continued. Oh, there's nothing wrong with taking advantage a little of the situation and enjoying it at the same time don't you think? —he concluded smiling with his mouth half full.
No, I suppose not... it's true —I nodded without too much conviction.
I'm glad you're enjoying it too. I already told you, make the most of it as much as you want, because that's what friends are for — he said with all the worldliness in the universe.
Good... but... don't you think Ramón will get upset if he finds out? I dare to ask.
“That idiot lost the right to be jealous when he left on vacation and left me stranded here! —she replied notably annoyed—. I have my needs, and he has no right to deprive me of them!” —she said almost shouting.
I was surprised by that strong reaction, but on a certain level I was glad, feeding my theory that they would cut soon. But then I felt somewhat guilty about it. After a small pause and something calmer, Maria got up and came towards me.
Give me your hand —he said, taking it at the same time.
He started to bend my fingers one by one, leaving only the ring finger upright. Then he placed my hand on my right knee with the finger pointing upwards. He came closer to me, directing his pubis towards the leg where she was still holding the well-erect finger. He kept going down on me and I felt him being introduced into her interior.
I discovered he wasn't wearing anything under that shirt at all. María sat completely on my leg, but on top of my hand, and with my middle finger entirely inside her wet sex. I could feel her swollen vulva on the palm of my hand, moist and viscous. My friend looked at me fixedly, then closed her eyes and started to move up and down on me.
I couldn't see what was happening, that darn t-shirt was blocking my view, but I could feel it. It was extremely exciting. I limited myself to observing how she alone was masturbating with me, and I focused on enjoying the touch of her sex, feeling every texture, every groove inside her vagina.
Little by little she was accelerating the pace, and alternating between vertical movements and circular ones, thus maximizing the contact of my index finger with her vaginal walls. She was soaked, entering and exiting easily, and was impregnating my palm with her flow, where her pubic hair impacted in sync.
Riding on my finger, she would occasionally squeeze hard against me, rubbing her clitoris against my hand. The rhythm increased until she finally came, depositing a warm flow onto my hand. I felt her sex contract and with her eyes still closed, she tensed her back towards me and let out an intense moan. After relaxing, she leaned into me without removing my finger from her pussy, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
—Do you see? This is exactly what I was telling you —he said with certain difficulty while recovering his breath—. Ramón wanted to deprive me of this pleasure by leaving me here like this. It's very selfish on his part. But I'm not going to let him get away with it.
So he stood up and started picking up the remains of breakfast as if nothing was wrong. I sat there in silence for a moment, reflecting on what I had just said and trying to recover a bit. My erection was monumental, almost painful. I brought my finger that had been inside my friend to my nose, the finger that had given her pleasure. I recognized that potent smell, which was starting to become a very familiar perfume.
Come with me, he said when he finished in the kitchen, I'm going to take a shower.
I stood up like a spring and followed her down the hallway, admiring her bum wiggling under that old t-shirt. We arrived at her room and with certain prudence I waited at the door without daring to enter. She, completely absorbed in herself, disappeared behind her closet. I imagined she was looking for the clothes she would wear after taking a shower. I saw her t-shirt fly through the air and land on the bed, and then she reappeared before me completely naked. She was holding a matching bra and tiny shorts in her hand.
What are you doing standing there? Come on, I won't bite... for now —he said laughing at the same time.
I entered slowly into the room and sat down at the edge of her bed, which, although it wasn't made, was the only spot that was sufficiently cleared. The truth is that her room was a disaster, with clothes scattered everywhere, and books, folders, and papers spread out all over the floor.
Okay, wait for me here —he said leaving the clothes he had chosen on the bed.
Her room had its own bathroom, which even being very small seemed a luxury considering the size of her flat. From where I was, I could see a small sink and a shower tray, on which María prepared to wash herself. She entered without closing the bathroom door but did close the shower enclosure. I could observe her while she washed until the steam accumulated in the glass and only her silhouette was vaguely visible.
I continued observing from my position, but it didn't take long for her to come out and quickly wrap herself in a towel, drying off with it. Seeing her like that made me remember the scene at the pool's locker room the day before, and I felt my penis throb beneath my shorts. I recalled how I masturbated and how my semen spilled onto her skin. María was still drying off with the towel and I watched her with a lost gaze, reliving those wonderful moments in my head.
Her voice made me regain consciousness:
Hey! You're spaced out, what were you thinking about?
She was in front of me, completely naked, with the towel at her feet. Her still wet hair let drops fall from its long strands to the floor, leaving a humid trail on her skin along the way.
What's up? Are you hard yet? My friend asked, true to herself. Are you already horny? You've only seen me in my undies for a couple of minutes...
He observed me for an instant. Then he came closer to me a bit more, putting his hands on his hips, and started a sensual dance. He wanted to provoke me even more.
Does it turn you on what you see? Do I make it hard for you? Do I get you excited? —he said while showing himself to me shamelessly.
She had me so close I could smell the freshness of her newly washed skin. Holding her hands over her vulva she opened her major lips, showing me the inside of her sex that looked wet and swollen.
Look at my pussy... do you like it? Do you like my vulva? ...Would you like to put your cock in my pussy?
I was getting worked up, and I wasn't able to articulate a word. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my heart seemed like it was going to burst out of my chest.
Mmm... Maybe you'd like it more if I put it in my butt?
So he turned his back to me, leaning forward and spreading his buttocks. I could see his anus exposed, which looked like the jewel of a crown on his well-opened sex.
Come on, don't be shy; take it off and give yourself a wank! And touch my bum, come on, look how soft it is - continued Maria, slapping her own buttock.
Her head turned to see what he was doing. When he saw me sitting there not reacting, he stood up again and told me in a much more normal tone:
I'm serious, go jerk off. You won't want to stay hard all day like this!
I then understood that yes, I was serious. It was the opportunity my friend was giving me to release the accumulated tension. Following her advice, I took off everything from the waist down and placed one hand on my cock and the other on her ass. María smiled contentedly and continued with her show.
—Look how tight a bum...—he was saying playfully—. Do you think your cock would fit in my little hole? Look, let's see what you think...
He started rubbing the sphincter with a couple of fingers; first he moistened them in his lubricated vulva and then directed them towards his anus. Little by little it yielded, allowing the tip of both fingers to enter at once. I got brave and imitated his movements, going from his vulva to his anus, and easily managed to insert my middle finger.
Keep going, alternating between her pussy and her anus. My cock was about to explode, and I had to slow down the masturbation that was making me come. Then María changed position, turning around to face me and continuing with her sexy little dance. She did it in a way that her hips were pointing towards me, highlighting her pussy for me to appreciate well. Meanwhile, my friend was caressing her breasts.
Hey, do you like my tits? Touch them, touch them well -- she ordered, and I obeyed. Do you want to come in my tits? If so, come closer! Come in my tits!
She got down on her knees right in front of me. I was still sitting on the edge of her bed, but I moved towards her as much as I could. María was squeezing her breasts around my penis, which was now positioned just in her cleft. The contact of my glans with her skin was all it took for me to come onto her.
It was colossal. My semen covered her bust, which she didn't move at any moment. On the contrary, it seemed like she wanted to trap everything, and helping me shook my cock until I got out the last drop and rubbing her nipples with my glans. When I finished, I saw the viscous and whitish liquid flowing rapidly down her skin from her tits downwards.
Ah damn it! You've showered me again! he said laughing. Yes, this is better than soap! and kept laughing.
She stood up from the floor and, taking the same T-shirt she was wearing as pajamas, used it to clean herself a bit. Without managing to remove all the semen from her breasts, she threw the garment back onto the bed. It was very likely that she would use it again that same night.
After that she put on the short and the T-shirt she had chosen before showering, dressing slowly in front of my view. She didn't put on a bra or panties.
Okay, snap out of it —he said—, ready to watch a movie?
I put on my boxers and shorts and followed María to the living room. All sorts of thoughts were going through my head; on one hand, I was still stuck with that damn guilt and remorse, knowing I was helping to cheat Ramón; but on the other hand, I was getting hungrier for my friend.
That explosive mix of feelings intensified as I watched Maria walking ahead of me. Her buttocks bounced like gelatin as she trotted down the hallway, and timidly poked out from under her tiny cotton shorts. As she reached near the TV, Maria leaned forward opening a drawer full of DVDs. I could see a lip of her vulva escaping on one side of the fabric, swollen and hairy.
In that position my friend turned her head and asked:
What do you feel like seeing? Yes, definitely; I was going to send guilt and remorse to hell. I wanted to enjoy Maria as much as possible, and know how far I could go. CONTINUE...
María almost never invited me to go to her house. Normally we preferred to hang out on her landing. Her family had always ignored me completely, especially her brother, who was a champion prick. The truth is it didn't matter to me, I even rejoiced at that.
I didn't know what to expect from the day. In the previous days, María had treated me like her boyfriend because she needed to get out of some trouble or pretend something. But this time she had simply invited me over to her house to hang out. There was no excuse, there was no need to pretend anything.
Maybe I really wouldn't want anything more than to watch a movie or listen to music; kill some time so as not to get bored alone at home, just like she said. It's possible that with the same naturalness with which everything had started, passing from being just friends to acting like lovers in seconds, we could go back to being simply friends again, as if it didn't have the slightest importance. It wouldn't be surprising if everything that happened between us was nothing more than a coincidence. María had always been just as impulsive and reckless, I wouldn't be surprised either.
But what if there was something more? And if there was still hope that María would get along with me and break up with Ramón? Total, she didn't seem to feel the slightest guilty about her actions, on the contrary, she was enjoying it. And that cuck hadn't hesitated for a second in leaving his girlfriend abandoned all summer, enough reason to cut ties. Thinking about it well, it was all his fault, what an idiot. Maybe he even wouldn't care; maybe he himself would be getting along with some distant cousin of his in his hometown, who knows.
With that debate in my head, I soon arrived at his block. It took me a couple of minutes to open up and when I arrived at his door, he received me still wearing pajamas for sleeping.
Hey! Sorry, I overslept. Come on in... said drowsily. Do you want to have some breakfast?
—Okay... to be honest I've already had breakfast, thanks. I got up early, showered and everything... —I replied—. But hey, don't worry, there's no rush.
Ah, wow! What an early riser! With how late it got yesterday... —she said to me as I accompanied her from the reception hall to the living room.
When I got there, being a much brighter piece, I could appreciate her clothing better. The camisole she was wearing was more like a shirt that fit her poorly and was long enough to cover half of her thigh.
—Well, if you don't mind I'm going to have breakfast, as I am hungry —he told me.
Soon he returned from the kitchen with some toast with butter and a pair of glasses of juice, of which he offered one to me. We sat down together at the table and chatted while eating.
He was fine yesterday, he said with his mouth full. Thanks again, I think we did a good job in front of my friends; they never suspected for a moment that we weren't boyfriends.
Ah... yes. It was quite convincing I think... —I commented something flushed remembering the events.
They liked you well with my friends, especially Tania; she wouldn't stop asking me about you, said smiling.
She was watching while devouring her toast. She was sitting right in front of me, and I was enjoying her graceful movements as she ate. She was talking to me again like my lifelong friend, making me think that what had happened didn't mean anything special to her after all.
—This treatment of ours is turning out to be very gratifying—then he continued. Oh, there's nothing wrong with taking advantage a little of the situation and enjoying it at the same time don't you think? —he concluded smiling with his mouth half full.
No, I suppose not... it's true —I nodded without too much conviction.
I'm glad you're enjoying it too. I already told you, make the most of it as much as you want, because that's what friends are for — he said with all the worldliness in the universe.
Good... but... don't you think Ramón will get upset if he finds out? I dare to ask.
“That idiot lost the right to be jealous when he left on vacation and left me stranded here! —she replied notably annoyed—. I have my needs, and he has no right to deprive me of them!” —she said almost shouting.
I was surprised by that strong reaction, but on a certain level I was glad, feeding my theory that they would cut soon. But then I felt somewhat guilty about it. After a small pause and something calmer, Maria got up and came towards me.
Give me your hand —he said, taking it at the same time.
He started to bend my fingers one by one, leaving only the ring finger upright. Then he placed my hand on my right knee with the finger pointing upwards. He came closer to me, directing his pubis towards the leg where she was still holding the well-erect finger. He kept going down on me and I felt him being introduced into her interior.
I discovered he wasn't wearing anything under that shirt at all. María sat completely on my leg, but on top of my hand, and with my middle finger entirely inside her wet sex. I could feel her swollen vulva on the palm of my hand, moist and viscous. My friend looked at me fixedly, then closed her eyes and started to move up and down on me.
I couldn't see what was happening, that darn t-shirt was blocking my view, but I could feel it. It was extremely exciting. I limited myself to observing how she alone was masturbating with me, and I focused on enjoying the touch of her sex, feeling every texture, every groove inside her vagina.
Little by little she was accelerating the pace, and alternating between vertical movements and circular ones, thus maximizing the contact of my index finger with her vaginal walls. She was soaked, entering and exiting easily, and was impregnating my palm with her flow, where her pubic hair impacted in sync.
Riding on my finger, she would occasionally squeeze hard against me, rubbing her clitoris against my hand. The rhythm increased until she finally came, depositing a warm flow onto my hand. I felt her sex contract and with her eyes still closed, she tensed her back towards me and let out an intense moan. After relaxing, she leaned into me without removing my finger from her pussy, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
—Do you see? This is exactly what I was telling you —he said with certain difficulty while recovering his breath—. Ramón wanted to deprive me of this pleasure by leaving me here like this. It's very selfish on his part. But I'm not going to let him get away with it.
So he stood up and started picking up the remains of breakfast as if nothing was wrong. I sat there in silence for a moment, reflecting on what I had just said and trying to recover a bit. My erection was monumental, almost painful. I brought my finger that had been inside my friend to my nose, the finger that had given her pleasure. I recognized that potent smell, which was starting to become a very familiar perfume.
Come with me, he said when he finished in the kitchen, I'm going to take a shower.
I stood up like a spring and followed her down the hallway, admiring her bum wiggling under that old t-shirt. We arrived at her room and with certain prudence I waited at the door without daring to enter. She, completely absorbed in herself, disappeared behind her closet. I imagined she was looking for the clothes she would wear after taking a shower. I saw her t-shirt fly through the air and land on the bed, and then she reappeared before me completely naked. She was holding a matching bra and tiny shorts in her hand.
What are you doing standing there? Come on, I won't bite... for now —he said laughing at the same time.
I entered slowly into the room and sat down at the edge of her bed, which, although it wasn't made, was the only spot that was sufficiently cleared. The truth is that her room was a disaster, with clothes scattered everywhere, and books, folders, and papers spread out all over the floor.
Okay, wait for me here —he said leaving the clothes he had chosen on the bed.
Her room had its own bathroom, which even being very small seemed a luxury considering the size of her flat. From where I was, I could see a small sink and a shower tray, on which María prepared to wash herself. She entered without closing the bathroom door but did close the shower enclosure. I could observe her while she washed until the steam accumulated in the glass and only her silhouette was vaguely visible.
I continued observing from my position, but it didn't take long for her to come out and quickly wrap herself in a towel, drying off with it. Seeing her like that made me remember the scene at the pool's locker room the day before, and I felt my penis throb beneath my shorts. I recalled how I masturbated and how my semen spilled onto her skin. María was still drying off with the towel and I watched her with a lost gaze, reliving those wonderful moments in my head.
Her voice made me regain consciousness:
Hey! You're spaced out, what were you thinking about?
She was in front of me, completely naked, with the towel at her feet. Her still wet hair let drops fall from its long strands to the floor, leaving a humid trail on her skin along the way.
What's up? Are you hard yet? My friend asked, true to herself. Are you already horny? You've only seen me in my undies for a couple of minutes...
He observed me for an instant. Then he came closer to me a bit more, putting his hands on his hips, and started a sensual dance. He wanted to provoke me even more.
Does it turn you on what you see? Do I make it hard for you? Do I get you excited? —he said while showing himself to me shamelessly.
She had me so close I could smell the freshness of her newly washed skin. Holding her hands over her vulva she opened her major lips, showing me the inside of her sex that looked wet and swollen.
Look at my pussy... do you like it? Do you like my vulva? ...Would you like to put your cock in my pussy?
I was getting worked up, and I wasn't able to articulate a word. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my heart seemed like it was going to burst out of my chest.
Mmm... Maybe you'd like it more if I put it in my butt?
So he turned his back to me, leaning forward and spreading his buttocks. I could see his anus exposed, which looked like the jewel of a crown on his well-opened sex.
Come on, don't be shy; take it off and give yourself a wank! And touch my bum, come on, look how soft it is - continued Maria, slapping her own buttock.
Her head turned to see what he was doing. When he saw me sitting there not reacting, he stood up again and told me in a much more normal tone:
I'm serious, go jerk off. You won't want to stay hard all day like this!
I then understood that yes, I was serious. It was the opportunity my friend was giving me to release the accumulated tension. Following her advice, I took off everything from the waist down and placed one hand on my cock and the other on her ass. María smiled contentedly and continued with her show.
—Look how tight a bum...—he was saying playfully—. Do you think your cock would fit in my little hole? Look, let's see what you think...
He started rubbing the sphincter with a couple of fingers; first he moistened them in his lubricated vulva and then directed them towards his anus. Little by little it yielded, allowing the tip of both fingers to enter at once. I got brave and imitated his movements, going from his vulva to his anus, and easily managed to insert my middle finger.
Keep going, alternating between her pussy and her anus. My cock was about to explode, and I had to slow down the masturbation that was making me come. Then María changed position, turning around to face me and continuing with her sexy little dance. She did it in a way that her hips were pointing towards me, highlighting her pussy for me to appreciate well. Meanwhile, my friend was caressing her breasts.
Hey, do you like my tits? Touch them, touch them well -- she ordered, and I obeyed. Do you want to come in my tits? If so, come closer! Come in my tits!
She got down on her knees right in front of me. I was still sitting on the edge of her bed, but I moved towards her as much as I could. María was squeezing her breasts around my penis, which was now positioned just in her cleft. The contact of my glans with her skin was all it took for me to come onto her.
It was colossal. My semen covered her bust, which she didn't move at any moment. On the contrary, it seemed like she wanted to trap everything, and helping me shook my cock until I got out the last drop and rubbing her nipples with my glans. When I finished, I saw the viscous and whitish liquid flowing rapidly down her skin from her tits downwards.
Ah damn it! You've showered me again! he said laughing. Yes, this is better than soap! and kept laughing.
She stood up from the floor and, taking the same T-shirt she was wearing as pajamas, used it to clean herself a bit. Without managing to remove all the semen from her breasts, she threw the garment back onto the bed. It was very likely that she would use it again that same night.
After that she put on the short and the T-shirt she had chosen before showering, dressing slowly in front of my view. She didn't put on a bra or panties.
Okay, snap out of it —he said—, ready to watch a movie?
I put on my boxers and shorts and followed María to the living room. All sorts of thoughts were going through my head; on one hand, I was still stuck with that damn guilt and remorse, knowing I was helping to cheat Ramón; but on the other hand, I was getting hungrier for my friend.
That explosive mix of feelings intensified as I watched Maria walking ahead of me. Her buttocks bounced like gelatin as she trotted down the hallway, and timidly poked out from under her tiny cotton shorts. As she reached near the TV, Maria leaned forward opening a drawer full of DVDs. I could see a lip of her vulva escaping on one side of the fabric, swollen and hairy.
In that position my friend turned her head and asked:
What do you feel like seeing? Yes, definitely; I was going to send guilt and remorse to hell. I wanted to enjoy Maria as much as possible, and know how far I could go. CONTINUE...
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