My daughter's friend

(This tale will also be in the first person, and whether it happened, or not, that I leave to the discretion of the readers ...).
I know all my daughter's friends; after all, they have been coming to my house since they were very young; to tell the truth, some of them have, over time, become part of the family, cultivating a very close relationship.
Among them (or rather, them), my daughter has a friend whom I'll call Nancy. Although I've never been around very young girls, preferring the more mature and experienced ones, Nancy is a special case: beautiful blonde, plus size type, with a delicious waistband that dissolves into a simply phenomenal ass! I think it's the ass of every male's dreams; big, curly and of a provocative firmness. And that's not all. Nancy also has an angelic face, adorned with long natural blonde hair and a mouth of thin lips that seem to beg for a wet kiss.
Nancy and my daughter have been friends since high school, frequenting my house with an almost parenteral habit; sometimes she slept at home and used to spend some weekends in our company. I must repeat that, even though I found this girl a delicious boner, it never occurred to me to harass her or even provoke situations of a sexual nature. But, in truth, whenever she is at home, my dick is alerted to that body sculpturely designed to be savored.
Well, at that time, Nancy had been a frequent visitor to our home for many years, and I had seen that teenage girl grow into a beautiful woman in her early twenties (a few years younger than my daughter), parading her exuberance before this mouth-watering narrator.
One day, I had suffered a small domestic accident that culminated in a wound on my hand; Nancy promptly came to my rescue, helping me with an emergency dressing. I felt the gentle touch of that girl's hands and her closeness allowed me the sweet sensation of her scent mixed with a sweet and striking perfume.
When she was finished I thanked her, saying that in other situations I would have to take care of myself, since my wife was slow to pay attention to my accidents of any sort. Nancy gave me a friendly smile and kissed me on the cheek. It was divinely delightful!
As the days, weeks, and months passed, I noticed a change in Nancy's attitude, as she seemed closer to me, more talkative, and preferring to converse with me whenever possible rather than with her age group.
Curiously, I, being such a jerk, did not pay much attention to this new behavior of Nancy, only assuming that it was an affinity that had arisen over time. After all, both she and other friends of my daughter were very close to me and my wife, which is why I could not assume any other interest than the friendship that existed between us. And, to tell the truth, I thought that even if she gave me a <unk>mole<unk>, it would be <unk>areia too much for my little truck<unk>, even by the evidence that she was too young (at least half my age!).
Anyway, I let the ship sail, enjoying her company whenever possible, but without any other vested interest.
And as fate sometimes plays tricks on us and gives us unexpected surprises, with Nancy and I it was exactly what happened... it was during a weekend, seemingly like the others, only seemingly...
My daughter and her friends arranged a barbecue at home and after an event in which everyone would participate, they returned to my house, preparing the meat and tasting delicious cold beers. Nancy was also there ... deliciously suggestive, wearing a lycra sticker with the upper part with handles, leaving her bare white shoulders and trousers just right, highlighting her shapes ... especially her butt!
Well, they all drank and ate their fill and talked until late into the night. I, who was no longer in the habit of staying with them because I felt that my presence might somehow inhibit their freedom, sat in front of the television and after a few hours went up to the bedroom with my wife.
We were getting ready for sleep, and as usual, I undressed completely, for many years ago I had acquired the habit of sleeping naked. And it was not long before I fell asleep. It is important to note here that I do not have light sleep, which is why certain noises or louder noises do not usually disturb me, except when it is something very loud.
The fact is that around four or five o'clock in the morning, the light in the hallway was turned on; normally, I close the door of my room on days when there is an event like that; however, that night I think I forgot and, because of that, the light in the hallway forms a small flash that was projected into the environment.
I heard the noises of someone coming up the stairs and entering the bathroom in the corridor that was used by my daughter, since her room was not a suite. I could still perceive a vulgar person walking down the corridor, entering the bathroom and doing his needs without ceremony, even leaving the door open. And to my even greater surprise, the person, as he left the bathroom, walked up to the threshold of my room there remaining silent. I can't explain the reason, but I had an intuition that it was Nancy.
The person stood there for a few moments, completely silent and doing nothing. Then he turned around and went down the corridor, turning off the lights and making everything return to complete darkness. I was stunned by that event and began to wonder if it really was Nancy.
For some inexplicable reason, I dared to seek confirmation of my suspicions. I well knew that sometimes my daughter's friends were in the habit of sleeping at home, either for the early hour or for the convenience of resting and leaving the next day. For this we had a room in the garage, equipped with a single bed and all the necessary appliances for a few hours of sleep. So I went there.
I just put on a T-shirt, not thinking about the remote possibility of meeting someone down there.
I took in my hands a small flashlight that I always keep handy in my room, and quietly walked down the stairs to the living room, and then I walked into the garage. It was pitch black, and there was no sign of any presence in the garage, where there was also a huge couch used to house people who had abused alcohol, denoting that if there was someone, that someone was in the room.
I approached the door, but I was even more surprised to realize that it was half-open... surely there was someone sleeping there... I walked very carefully and put my face in the half-open crevice of the door that was just enough to perceive its interior in total gloom.
I dared, then, to launch the jet of light from my lantern into the dark room, taking care to do so with its direction to the ceiling, generating a kind of indirect illumination in the environment. It was not long before I realized that there was someone lying on the bed of the room ... and to my utter surprise I also realized that it was Nancy who was lying, sleeping and snoring quietly.
I found it very strange, since the person who had climbed up couldn't fall asleep so quickly; I assumed there might be more than one person in the house, but I preferred to think that Nancy was the only one. I lowered the jet of light, enjoying the most tempting and delightful sight in the world: Nancy was practically naked, wearing only a delicate black lace panties; she was lying on her back, half side, with her left leg pulled to the side and up, highlighting her exuberant butt that was pulled up, with her back turned to the same side and her head resting on the pillow.
The sight of that girl, almost naked, displaying her most eloquent gifts, caused my whole body to experience a huge and almost endless spasm, with shivers running down my spine from top to bottom. My roll gained volume with unprecedented rapidity and I felt her insane pulse explode in the gland that had doubled in size, signaling the size of my erection.
At the same time, an enormous fear invaded my soul... my consciousness went on red alert, denouncing the unusual situation in which I found myself at that exact moment: there I was, at the door of the room located in the garage of my house and which served as a guest room, wearing only a T-shirt, with a hard stick, devouring with my eyes the limp and sensual body of my daughter's friend! It was a true madness... but also a lovely adventure!
It was a critical moment and the unfolding of which would probably have future consequences ... my conscience ordered me to turn around and abandon the uncontrollable desire to fuck that delightful girl; at the same time, my animal instinct cried out for bold, decorated and shameless sex. And even knowing all the risks involved, I chose the carnal alternative.
I turned off the flashlight, gently pushed the door to the side, taking care not to make any noticeable noise, and entered the room, closing the door behind me. I stumbled to the side of the bed and sat close to Nancy's waist. I gently let my hand slide over her bare buttocks; it was a wonderful sensation, to perceive the velvety and firm contact of that enormous, rolled-up ass, whose perfection was worthy of a perfect work of human nature.
Slowly, I lowered my hand to the innermost part of the girl's thighs, searching for the lump of any male's eternal boner, and with my thumb and middle fingers, I pushed the warm flesh of the female, while my index finger scoured the void, searching for the center of Nancy's vagina.
I found the valley protected by the big lips already moistened by a liquid that denounced the excitement of my unlikely partner, I massaged the area, gently pushing the big lips and allowing my pointer to find the protected area where the clitoris was pulsating swollen and full of energy, and then I began to play with it, squeezing it between my fingers and massaging it with a certain force.
As I stroked Nancy's flooded vagina, I noticed certain physical reactions in her body that indicated her pleasure at my provocation; she moved around in bed, but in short, gentle movements, as if she did not want to exaggerate her display of desire.
I, on the other hand, enjoyed holding the female on the tips of my fingers, moistening her vagina to the point of an orgasm while she slept, or even pretended to sleep...
I almost got a fright the moment I felt Nancy's warm, soft hand take the hard roll between her fingers, squeezing the glans and pulling the foreskin up and down; at last I knew that it corresponded to my wish at that moment. She turned over on the bed, taking care not to let go of the hard roll, and asking me to kiss her.
We kissed warmly; it was a wet, naughty, horny kiss, as my hand searched for the stuffy nipples, playing with them and making my partner even more horny. As soon as I got out of Nancy's thirsty mouth, my lips searched for the nipples, sucking and sucking them madly.
Nancy stroked my hair and whispered words of encouragement for me to keep doing what I was doing. Instinctively, I lowered one of my hands to her waist, and in a sudden gesture, I broke the delicate side seam of her panties that protected her lovely sex and resumed the clitoral prank.
We reached the height of the boner, where our bodies, already sweaty, rubbed each other freakishly, wishing there was no end to the cowardice, and unexpectedly and surprisingly, Nancy pulled me into her, forcing me to stand on her body, ready to penetrate her.
Carefully she took the scroll between her hands and rubbed the glans on the sketch to allow for a less painful penetration. Then she pointed my instrument in the direction of her sketch and pulled it gently, inviting him to penetrate her shamelessly. I savored every inch of the penetration, delighting in my scroll sinking into the entrails of that beautiful young and exciting girl.
When I felt the scroll fully embedded in Nancy I wasted no time in initiating back and forth movements, being encouraged by the sweet phrases of the girl whispering that I was waiting for that moment, the moment when she would be fucked by a real man! Every word spoken by her had the gift of making me more manly than normal, exciting me to the point of feeling my bang ever harder and more powerful.
Some time later, Nancy pressed her lips into my ear, announcing that she was going to mock and asking me not to cease with my penetrations, which was promptly met. She whimpered softly as I felt her warm liquid flowing down my roll and leaking out the sides of her soaked vagina.
When she had finished, she announced that another was near, ... and yet another ... and yet another! I was surprised at that special event, but not so much as Nancy who whispered to me the confidence that no other man had made fun of her so many times ... and I felt more than flattered.
After countless teasing, I searched for her nipples, sucking them voraciously; Nancy stroked my hair and asked if I wouldn't like to suck on something more "juicy"; without wasting any time, I took the roll out and crept down looking for my partner's vagina. Upon finding it, I plunged my face into it, letting my tongue explore the tiny lips and the still swollen clitoris, seeming to ask for more ...
I sucked that girl until she reached another set of orgasms, and savoring her moans, sighs and reserved compliments. At some point, Nancy sat on the bed and asked me to lie on my stomach. I obeyed and was rewarded with her delicious little hands, initially stroking my dick and then masturbating it with the mastery of an expert.
Every time I announced that I was close to my pleasure, Nancy would interrupt the hand job and, holding the roll by the base, compress the circumference with her ring-shaped fingers, preventing the suit from wearing out. I confess to you that that was the best hand job of my entire life, and all the more for being performed by a beautiful and very naughty girl!
She remained in this game of provocation until the moment I begged her to mock; she smiled at me and intensified the movements until the ejaculation came, brutal, hot and viscous. The jets projected in all directions and I felt in paradise, relaxing little by little, as my dick slowly withered.
We finished and parted with a few suggestive kisses and I returned to my room, lying down beside my wife who was still deeply snoring.
I didn't see Nancy the next day because she left very early. And in the days that followed we didn't find ourselves in any situation. I wanted to call her, but my common sense considered that it would be inadvisable to do so, under any possible argument.
When we met again, only a few glances denouncing our mutual interest in repeating that fantastic night ... unfortunately, this was not possible, since Nancy moved with the family and her visits to my house became even more sporadic ...
However, I still cherish the wish that, one day, that formidable night will be repeated, with other possibilities... including as to the delicious and coveted ass of that beautiful nymph in more than generous ways.