“Let me see? You are so beautiful, especially with that orange dress.”
She laughed, embarrassed. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like it.”
“But he’s not here. I hardly ever see him. Does he even exist?”
Trícia bit her lip, embarrassed, looking at the floor, uncomfortable. “Okay, I overreacted. Sorry.”
“Don’t you want to lie down? I know you like to sleep after lunch.”
I agreed, frustrated. I wanted that naked brunette in front of me. Ready to be caressed, aroused until she reached orgasm in the living room. Unfortunately, she declined the invitation, which was disconcerting. Even though she knew I was interested in her. I know that, deep down, she liked knowing she was desired. Sometimes she teased me with her tight dresses that defined her curves. Once, she rested her knee on my thigh and stayed there for a while. I pretended it wasn’t me; unexpectedly, I doubted it was happening. That passed, she changed the subject and walked away.
I felt like a complete idiot, a fearful fool. Too bad, maybe there would be another opportunity, but that opportunity never came. Trícia exuded desire and sensuality, at least to me. She wasn’t the most beautiful. I don’t even know why she became the woman of my wildest dreams. Actually, I do know, I remember when it happened. It was a Friday at my house, she always came with her hair tied up in a bun and clothes that didn’t show her body, but that day she forgot to tie her hair up as usual. It was fascinating, more than attractive. That surprising image made my dick hard.
Since then, I’ve been cumming madly for her. I bathed the mature brunette, mother of two, with my hot and more than indecent sperm. On her face, in her mouth, on her full breasts. I dreamed for years about her mature pussy, I imagined her well-groomed pubic hair and, despite her small ass, a brand new asshole, waiting to be fucked.
From masturbating so much, I left Trícia dripping cum from head to toe. The naughty girl smiled proudly when she saw me excited by her. Only in my dreams. But she found out, I don’t know how. They always find out when we want them to. That’s when I noticed her more seductive behavior, although it was far from daring. She was having fun, but playing hard to get. Maybe, deep down, she didn’t want to get naked with me. Just playing with my libido.
“Lie down in Mae’s bedroom. Like last time.”
She brought me back from my reverie. “Did she go on a trip?”
“She went to Dallas with her boyfriend.”
Last time, I masturbated naked on her daughter’s bed, thinking about her mother lying in the next room. Imagining Trícia naked, spreading her legs and touching herself for me. I wet my fingers with my desire and then fell asleep, rubbing myself on the bedspread of her daughter’s bed.
I stretched, feeling more tired than I expected. Lunch was definitely having an effect. Not to mention the shame of having been so bold.
“All right, then.”
“Come over. You know where it is.”
I went, lay down fully clothed, wanting to sleep. Annoyed at being rejected. At least relieved that I had tried. Once again, nothing happened. I fell asleep, or almost.
“Terrence!”
“Yeah!”
“Can I come in?” She knocked lightly on the door.
“Sure. What is it?”
She appeared with a pillow in her arms.
“I think you’ll like this one better. It’s better than Mae’s.”
“It wasn’t bad. You didn’t have to.”
“Take it, it’s more comfortable.”
I took it, but remembered to take off my red shirt. Better not to wrinkle it. I showed her my bare chest. I held the pillow and saw a sparkle in Trícia’s eyes. Her curly hair was loose, and she stuck out her breasts, breathing more heavily. The dress made her even more appetizing. The perfect dessert on a rainy Sunday.
“Have you been exercising a lot?”
“A little, why?”
She laughed at the scene before her, shook her head, and examined me with desire.
“Well, that’s it. Go to sleep.”
“Stay.”
“What? No, I already said no, I can’t. My boyfriend.”
“Forget your boyfriend. Come, stay with me. It’s cold and rainy today.”
Tricia grabbed her hair with her small hand. Her eyes sparkled with desire, but she was indecisive. Only her mouth opened. A mischievous smile appeared.
“But, I want to lie down and sleep, nothing else, you hear?”
“Yes, lie down, I swear, nothing else.”
She ran to close the door. She came back anxiously. Almost scared, like a curious virgin. She lay down on her side, adjusting the pillow, and I lay down on my back on the bed. Her daughter’s bed was large, a sign that her boyfriend was too. He must have been fucking with the girl while her mother was lying in the other room. Tearing her pussy apart while her mother dreamed of her distant boyfriend.
Just thinking about it made my heart race, and I was getting excited. I didn’t want to, but my body begged for it. My cock grew when I saw Trícia, the brunette lying on her side in an orange dress, her small ass catching my attention, not to mention her bare shoulders holding the straps of her sexy dress.
I unbuttoned my shorts and put my hand inside, stroking my cock. Blood filled the cavities as it grew and swelled. And she was still next to me, lying on her side, showing off for me.
I was startled. Trícia turned her head over her shoulder. “What is it?”
“What? Nothing. It was nothing, Trícia.”
“Then go to sleep. You like to sleep after lunch.”
“I’ll go to sleep, don’t worry. You sleep too.”
“Me! I don’t sleep, you know that.”
My semi-erect penis was still in my hand. It grew again when she hid her face behind her shoulder.
I touched myself thinking about her, masturbating in honor of that little body. I jerked off thinking about Trícia’s tight pussy, dreaming about her small ass.
“Are you moving? Is something bothering you?”
“Me? No, I just turned over in bed, that’s all.”
And I really did turn over, lying on my side, afraid she would see me. My dick was hard because of her, but she didn’t see it; she just got suspicious.
She cleared her throat, coughed, and lay down almost face down, legs spread, showing off her appetizing ass.
I dreamed so much about her, sticking my iron in my friend’s thighs. If only I could caress her, caress her dress, scratch her ass, and then finger her wet pussy.
“Hmmm!”
She moaned strangely, shrinking and hiding her hands under her body.
“Something wrong?”
She shook her head instead of answering. I heard a grunt, not a moan.
“Cold.”
“Want the blanket?”
“Uh-huh! Please.”
I placed it over us. I moved closer, almost sideways, almost on top of her. Very close. My shorts were open, the head of my penis sticking out, almost touching her orange dress. My desire for her flowed out of me, dripping with lust. I took everything off. Too bad if she didn’t like it. She could send me away.
Trícia shrank as much as she could. She moaned again, like a wounded animal. I dreamed of her masturbating now. There, next to me, trying her best not to give me any reason and giving it to me anyway.
I got hard just thinking about it. I grew. My cock throbbed, and I trembled imagining my friend’s fingers wet with her own fluids. It made my mouth water. I imagined myself sucking Trícia’s little fingers. The delicate taste of a wet vulva. I put my hand on her waist, and she remained silent, frozen like a statue. Her face buried in the pillowcase, her hands hidden between her legs.
Curiously, I smoothed the crumpled fabric. Thick cotton, but thin enough to guess the softness of her skin.
Trícia shuddered slightly. I moved closer, two fingers away from her shoulders. She vibrated tensely, like a shy virgin.
I gathered my courage and held her arm, her soft brown skin, sliding slowly, gently. I was afraid she would explode with anger, but maybe she was just sleeping.
“Uuhh! Uhh! Hold me.”
I held her tightly, grabbing her shoulder. Rubbing myself against her body, getting excited by the thick dress scratching the head of my penis. A suffocating, almost distressing heat grew between us. I pressed myself against her, squeezing her body. I bit her shoulder.
“Aaah! Aaaa!”
She trembled with excitement, looking at me sideways. I vibrated with anticipation. I pulled her dress up, found her panties, and pressed myself against her, moving my hips against her ass. I showed her the size of my desire, hard, wet, and hot.
“Terrence, I don’t think we should…”
I slid my hand inside her tiny panties, inserting my fingers in front, feeling her curly hair, a small tuft at the top of her hard mound. Boldly, I forced my fingers between her tight thighs. The heat burned, the wetness revealing that she needed it too.
“Terrence!”
She moaned with a guilty conscience, betrayed by her honeyed lips. A delight, a dream of years, finally my friend’s pussy in my hands. I masturbated her as best I could, my cock forcing its way between her hips, my fingers caressing her excited pussy.
“Terrence, my boyfriend.”
“Forget your boyfriend. Are you going to say you don’t want this? Go ahead and say it!”
She whimpered coquettishly. Her pussy was sweating, dripping the juices of a bitch in heat. Trícia lifted her thigh slightly, just enough for me to find her secret, her little clit.
“Hmmm!”
She moaned as I wanted her to, moaned like a horny little slut. I explored her holes, got to know her world.
She skillfully began to pull down the side of her panties. I helped her, and we were naked from the waist down.
Eagerly, my penis slid between her firm, dark flesh. I wet myself on her lips, a pulsating oven. My hard penis rose and hit hard at the entrance to her anus. I pushed.
Tricia hid her face in the pillowcase, her hand sliding down my thigh, her leg wide open, giving me passage.
“Uuuh! Baby, I, I… Aaah!”
Instinctively, my penis found its way, sliding inside, between her honeyed lips. An acidic heat enveloped my member, burning my skin.
“Aaah! Aaah!”
I moaned in pain, my eyes closed, my thick cock going deeper, savagely piercing my friend’s much-desired pussy.
“You crazy man, no!”
I pulled her strap down, exposing her breasts. Full, heavy, and very tasty breasts. Trícia moaned with goose bumps as I tortured her breasts perversely.
Her nipples were hard, round, and swollen. I pulled, torturing her, sinking my cock as deep as I could inside her. Fucking her pussy, but dreaming of her ass.
That mature, tight virgin ass. I didn’t even know if it was real yet.
“Baby! Please… hmmm!”
I moved restlessly, anxiously, pounding her body. Fucking Trícia like she deserved, being devoured like a slut.
We kissed sideways, a naughty kiss, with our tongues more outside than inside our mouths. And I buried myself as deep as I could in my friend’s wet pussy. Tricia with a bright look. The look of someone who was about to explode in an uncontrolled orgasm. We kissed while she came, and I fucked her. The orgasm of a respectable woman, someone else’s girlfriend.
She laughed, biting her lip, scratching my thigh with her nails. I thrust hard, she moaned with pleasure, our bodies connected by my cock in her pussy. Trícia spilled her pleasure onto my cock. I bit her shoulder, focused on the moment, thrusting like crazy into her body, invading her womb. She offered her mouth. And I came, spitting my cream into her center. Roaring like an animal into the mouth of the woman I desired. It came out hot, lots of cum in strong jets, dirtying my friend as if she were my wife.
“Hey! You’re going to get me pregnant, boy.”
I was dying to suck her breasts, bite her dark nipples. A dream, except that the harsh reality was that I was getting weaker and weaker. Sweaty, all sweaty and very tired. She caressed my cheek with her finger and gave me a knowing smile. Satisfied with the obscene act, finally relieved.
“Now sleep, isn’t that what you wanted, to sleep?”
“You naughty girl. What about you?”
“I don’t sleep, you know that.”
She laughed, her most delicious laugh, turned her back, and fluffed the pillow. She remained silent, and I passed out with my cock still inside her.
