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Volume IWe started kissing with passion. His kisses were delicious, in the sense that they were heavily loaded with an unrelieved anxiety... And this began to manifest itself in his hands.
- Wait... no... Stop! I said, without stopping smiling.· What? asked annoyed, as she took hold of her hands. - I told you I'm married! I replied in a playful tone. Yet we still looked at each other with complicity...
Explained to my wife that in those moments, I felt extremely alive because I had a beautiful woman patiently waiting for me to unbutton one by one the buttons of my shirt, looking with great satisfaction as my skin was slowly being uncovered. And certainly, countless times it has happened with my best friend and wife, just like with many others. But I felt especially happy, realizing that Doris was a woman who, in my university years, wouldn't have given me 15 minutes of her time. Once my torso was exposed, she didn't take more than 2 seconds to remove her sweatshirt, which had proven as complex for me to undress as an ironing board. Her small breasts appeared under a beautiful bra, strikingly contrasting with her lightly golden skin. We continued our kisses, passionately locking lips and mixing our tongues as if searching for water. Our hands synchronized in grasping each other's buttocks, with me feeling the celestial groove that separated hers. When her shorts fell, a delicious white thong, discreet and small, appeared with evident signs of moisture.When he undressed my pants and pulled down my boxers, I was staring at him completely astonished in surprise.orIt's... big...-she signaled, indecisive whether to look at me or my tool, which was clearly raised by her.We continued kissing, with my appendage occasionally grasping her thighs and deep, additional sighs guiding her hands more and more towards my bulging member.
From one moment to the next, like when a planet loses one of its moons, she crouched down and started kissing it.
She started kissing it timidly on the head and sides. At first, she started licking it with her tongue and looking at me, as she gained more confidence.
I don't know if it was the sound of suction or if she had been listening from the door all along, but a few minutes later, Miles started knocking on the door wildly.Ø MARK, TIME'S UP! GET OUT!
But Doris was giving me a blow job that was impossible to leave. It seemed that her frustration, desperation, and libido were concentrated on slowly swallowing more and more of my penis until the constant pounding of Miles made her explode.· SHUT UP! NOW IT'S MY 4 HOURS WITH HIM!
It was beautiful, in the sense that I could witness his “independence cry”: He grabbed me with force and his gaze was fierce. But at the same time, it seemed to be a reassuring reaction, after finally unloading his submissiveness and sacrifices.
He looked at me again and summarized the 5 seconds of pause as if trying to make up for them. His blowjobs were formidable and the sounds seemed to reverberate in the walls.· IT'S ENORMOUS... AND IT'S SO ROUGH! -she was proclaiming to the four winds, although it was obvious that she was saying it more for the whimpering package on the other side of the door. But at the same time, she seemed excited about me, given that, despite sucking, drooling and licking my penis, she could contain herself well and it was clearly noticeable that she wanted to feel me inside her. And when she started crawling over me, I had to push her aside... - I need a condom...
In reality (And despite what my wife may think), I was tempted to go without a condom. But considering Miles was a womanizer and he probably did well with women, I didn't want to risk getting something, no matter how desirable Doris seemed. Even so, I must admit that at those moments, she seemed like a dog waiting for a treat, since putting on the condom, I still remained hard and pointing at the ceiling.
But one thing is to desire it and another thing is to get it. Because when I started approaching Doris again, she backed off once more. In the end, I was still a stranger...
- You can still say no...-I said, getting down on my knees, completely submissive and always smiling.
She smiled back at me and I think that made everything easier. Maybe she remembered what I had told my wife, that it all depended on her.
Still nervous, she got into bed and we started kissing awkwardly. She lightly gasped as my head began to enter her body. It was noticeable how tight she was and the advance was pleasantly slow.· Ahh!- she exclaimed tenderly, like when a little girl does when taking a big leap.
I couldn't help but smile and she, in turn, felt a little embarrassed. But during that 20-second pause, she felt more comfortable with me because I was still waiting for her to be ready.
With a beautiful smile, we turned back to kissing and I started moving my hips slowly. It was evident that she was enjoying it, given that at times we lost coordination of the kisses to sigh with joy.· Ahh!... Ahhhh!... - she moaned softly... Until persistent knocks on the door broke the atmosphere again. Ø DORIS, OPEN THAT DAMNED DOOR! We stopped and she looked at the door not with fear, nor remorse, nor shame. But with anger. As if questioning the impudence of Miles for interrupting her pleasure.· OHH!... OHHHH!... -he began to moan extremely fake, in a clear gesture of annoyance and annoyance.
However, since I like the genuine thing, I took it as a challenge...· OOOH!... OHHHohhh!... –Cantarina exclaimed, as I felt myself being pushed deeper inside. We looked at each other's eyes again, with her, telling me how pleasantly surprised she was, and with me, showing her only a part of what I expected. We continued moving faster and faster. Her moans were unstoppable, while I clung to her round ass already eager to conquer it.· Ohhh!.. offffffff…- I remembered exclaiming, breathing extremely pleased.
I was holding onto her waist and buttocks, squeezing her as if I wanted it all for myself.
The brief moments when she would open her celestial eyes seemed to shine with pleasure. We were kissing fervently, with a devotion from her side resulting from genuine gratitude for making her enjoy herself after so long.· Ahhh!... Ahhhhh! - she moaned louder, as I continued to have sex with her without giving her a break. It was then that the knocking on the door became frantic.Ø DORIS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OPEN THE DOOR, DAMNED MARK! But by that time, our shouts were coming without care...· AHHH!... SIIIII!... AHHHH!... SIIIIIIIII!... GIVE ME MORE FORCE!... MORE FORCE!
He was affirming my hair in a loving way and already openly, he looked at me with his eyes, giving a damn Miles.Ø ¡DORIS, OPEN UP ALREADY! – she shouted, making the doorbell ring nonstop. But her orders were all that was disturbing our atmosphere. When she grabbed me from behind my shoulders, in a inviting hug that sought to bring me closer and with her legs wrapping around mine, without intention of letting me escape, Doris reached the boiling point, almost reaching climax.· AAAAHHH!... AAAAAHHHH!... SHUT UP! – she snapped, reaching a small orgasm of satisfaction. – Mmmmmm... IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE BEEN TREATED LIKE THAT!... AAAHHH!... AND YOUR FRIEND IS UNCOMPARABLE!... AAAHH!...
The knocks on the door became more intense...Ø WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? OPEN THE DOOR, CURSE! But for Doris, it was revenge time...· What YOU HEAR!... Mhmmmm… YOUR FRIEND IS BETTER AT IT THAN YOU!... Ohhhh…
Unconsciously, I couldn't help but feel more excited and pump it with greater force.Ø MARK IS NOT MY FRIEND! – he exclaimed, shouting and clearly trying to push the door down by shoving it.
I insist that we didn't care anymore and that our hugs and kisses were so strong they almost wanted to merge us. But still, Miles' warning didn't end...· Mhmmm... WELL YOU INVITED IT... Ahhhh... AND IT'S MAKING ME COME MORE THAN YOU... Mhmmm... SHE HAS A BIGGER ONE... Ahhhh... IT'S ENORMOUS... Nghhh... AND IT'S TEARING ME APART...
The knocks on the door suddenly stopped and we only heard her whimpering.Ø No! No! No! - we could hear his moans again, but for us, they were much more manageable.
We kept kissing nonstop. I could already put it all the way in and Doris was sweet about that.· Does it take you long?... ah... Come with me! ...she was asking, while massaging her breasts.
In reality, I was burning for her and almost came instantly as soon as she asked me to. But I wanted to give a few more pushes before cumming.
And it seemed that they hadn't given her the good stuff in a long time, because those 5 additional thrusts left her breathless.· Aghhh… aughhhh…- moaned, trying to bite her lips and not moan too much, as if she feared that the ecstasy would escape through her mouth, enjoying her orgasm.
I must say that in those moments, I smiled while trying not to interrupt his pleasure. But then after 45 seconds, he opened his eyes with a grateful look.· Ahhh... Was it good for you too?...- she asked exhausted and smiling.
I was sincere...
- Yes... but... - I planted ashamed.
She looked at me with flirtation and anxiety...· ¿Peeero?... ¡Vamos! ¡You can't say I did it wrong!- she asked, changing her attitude 180 degrees in less than 15 seconds. I smiled confidently, flirting back at him. - No, no that's not it!... you'll see… today is Friday… and...· And why not?- she asked entertainedly, as if we had known each other for years, as if she were asking why the slut ate my tongue. - Fridays, my wife lets me have more sex with her...- I threw the ball back at her. Doris made a face between surprise and laughter, quite funny. · So... do you want more?... -She asked, biting her lip coquettishly.
I nodded my head anxiously.
She only let out a sigh...· Well, only if you waaan... But I didn't let him finish, eating his lips again... Then after disentangling from my kiss, giving another sigh and from my first thrust, managed to ask...·
Now? - she asked, smiling at the idea.
- That would be ideal, unless you want to go to the bathroom, of course... - I replied.
Her response was another marvelous kiss.
And although my previous load still lingered between us, I believed the condom could handle another round. For her, it was a new experience to feel me almost as hard as the first time.
This time, I wanted to enjoy her while she was on top. And if you'll permit me to be sincere, it was like watching the birth of a pop star.
Because she was the one moving around, seeking her pleasure and letting herself go. Having me grab her breasts, waist or buttock outline resulted in an additional benefit for her.
And once again, she started manifesting her pleasurable moans, echoing off the four walls, with Miles' arrogant low murmur crying out to hear his wife enjoy someone else.
As my wife desired, we kissed wildly. Like two lovers who have a night before dying and every second without caress or desire was a waste.
I ate her succulent breasts, with deep licks that caused drool trails and my fingers insidiously entered her buttocks, an experience that although initially new and uncomfortable, became acceptance and resignation through my persistence and consistency, eventually leading to desire and lust.
It was 6:30 when we could finally distinguish where she ended and I began...
· That... was the best...- she confessed with a radiant smile, leaning against my stomach.
Well... yes...- I said, making another new morisca.- but...
Doris smiled again and caressed my chin affectionately.· But...?... she asked smiling, with complete confidence.
(buuuut...)
And I smiled back at her.
- Exactly., I said, making her face change to surprise.
And that's because the word for pero in English sounds like ass.· But never... I've done it... like that...-tried to explain to me while eating the lobe of his ear, grabbing one of his nipples and putting my hand through his slit, tempting him to convince her.
Probably, he also felt the prick that my penis gave between his legs, indicating how hungry I was.
-Yes, that sounds best...-I said, kissing him tenderly and hypnotizing him with my eyes.- There's no better revenge for Miles...
And although there was a moment of loyalty from his part, the truth was that we had passed the night so well and at his expense that Doris bit her lip in acceptance again.
Because by that time, even though we had known each other for about two hours, it was clear that she had enjoyed herself much more than all the time she had spent with Miles, submitting to his stupidities and whims, so she was willing to get rid of him.
I took out the condom, which reminded me of the frozen juices I ate as a child to beat the heat. But Doris's lustful and thirsty look told me that she would have loved to take it.
On my wristwatch, the sound of 7 o'clock struck while preparing Doris, and unconsciously, I remembered what I had promised my daughters the night before, so if I wanted to keep it, I would have to improve my timing.
Her tiny ass was receiving it slowly but constantly. It was a fact that Doris was a virgin in those areas, but I wasn't an animal that would abuse her. I buried myself in her little by little and withdrew, giving her time to assimilate and relax, while kissing her neck, grabbing her left breast, and stimulating her clitoris and vagina in the meantime.They must have been around 7:20 when I could finally get it all in. Doris was submissive, in a position as if she were praying before the most benevolent of gods.
But I had to tell her about my hurry...
-I'm sorry, Doris. But I'll have to do it quickly. I promised my daughters I'd be back before sunset and, as you can see, I'm horribly late.
And her gesture was surprising, in the sense that only some of the sun's rays were managing to get through the meager excuse for a window that this dump had...
However, what my friend Miles and I didn't know was that his modest and homely girlfriend, just like my wife, enjoyed anal sex much more.
And it's because, despite the fact that I was thrusting with a bit of violence and haste (even when we reviewed it with my wife, we spent almost an entire week doing it against the clock, which presented the additional challenge that Marisol had to cover her mouth so she wouldn't scream too much and we only stopped because my wife suffered a slight anal fissure), Doris's screams exceeded at least three times the intensity of when we were having sex.· Oh, God!... Oh, God!... Please!... Fill my ass!... - she was begging, proclaiming it to the four winds.
If Miles was whining or not, I wouldn't know, because his cries, besides being extremely sensual, didn't leave room for anything else.
It's unnecessary to say that I took less than 20 minutes to come, and she howled like a wolf.· Oh, yes!... Oh, yes!... You have so much cum!... I feel you in my stomach!... God!... Why didn't I do it like this never before?...
Even though she was behaving like a true slut, when I finally stopped coming inside her, we started kissing again desperately.
We lay down on the bed, with her hugging the sheets as if they were her best friends for life and while I peeled myself off her ass and kissed her back, my accumulated regrets piled up one on top of another.
- Are you okay? Do you need help?- I asked, while shamelessly buttoning up my shirt and trying to fix my clothes.
She still smiled naively.· Relax! I really needed this!...she replied with a resolute tone, full of satisfaction.- Believe me, God, yes I needed this!- she said to herself.
There was no need to change numbers or note down directions. The two of us knew it was something from a pure night.
I removed the improvised barricade. I thought I would find the crier at the door, but it was empty.
I arrived at the living room, where time seemed to have stopped. My winning hand was still on my seat and the pile of winnings had barely moved.
For a few seconds, I thought about taking the bills. But there were so many and their value didn't even compare to the annoyance of my little ones if they didn't find me at home when they woke up, so I left the loot just as it was.
And while I was putting on my jacket, I saw Miles giving me his back, sitting on the sofa, leaning on his knees.
When I heard the noise of my steps, Miles turned around, looking at me with a mix of hatred and desolation, while Gerry was desperately trying to get his friend's cock into his throat until he had hiccups, sucking loudly. But I was so rushed in those moments that I barely gave them my attention.
I opened the door and left.
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Later, I found out that Miles presented a medical license for depression. According to the gossip network, his girlfriend left him and yet, there were several women in my office who wanted to go see him to console him.
But everything ended one afternoon when I went to see Sonia again. I remember she was busy, talking on the phone with someone, but still, she lifted a blue folder with a resignation form.
What happened to him after that, actually doesn't interest me.Compendium II
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