The Friend in the Neighbourhood (PART 01)

As I have said before, my predilection for the opposite sex has some peculiarities, let's say, idiosyncratic and that I have already revealed in other stories, making it clear that thinness, in my opinion, is not a distinction of beauty or stimulus of desire. And in this aspect I have always looked at women with the look of a man free of prejudices and preconceptions established by today's society. In fact, what I really like is a GGDS (Fat, hot, uninhibited and cocky!). That's exactly what happened when I first saw Rosicleide. It was on a sunny Sunday, when I was walking in a small square near my house, where, as a rule, I start my morning exercises of walking and running, and I came across the delightful sight of that short and generous brunette. She was in front of her house, washing the sidewalk with water, and she was wearing tiny chess shorts and a white blouse that so tightly revealed, shamelessly, that underneath her there was nothing else! It was a beautiful female specimen, with thick thighs, a slightly stooped butt and a small belly that betrayed her middle age. It had an exotic face, with features that suggested a mixed Arab ancestry and whose eyes, always painted, looked like those of an Egyptian goddess, black and provocative, adorned with smooth and short hair whose blackness seemed to possess a brightness of its own and intense. It was of small stature <unk> something that I also love in women, because the more <unk> bassinettes <unk> the more naughty!). Her sight immediately made me hard, and I do not know if she understood that or if it is a story of <unk> sex sense <unk>, but the truth is that as soon as she stretched out her roll, Rosicleide turned her gaze in my direction. I remained motionless, and almost stopped walking, wondering what might come next. She looked at me discreetly, and then went back to her business without making my presence more conspicuous. I continued my walk, and soon I was far away, running and sweating a lot. It was only when I had finished my circuit and made the proper stretches that I stopped to think about what had happened to Rosicleide (by the way, at that time I didn't even know what her name was), and I found myself excited again at the possibility of tracing that little taste. But, in the end, everything was put on hold for another opportunity. In the days that followed, I continued with my daily exercises and, from time to time, saw that feminine delight in her daily domestic activities. However, there was one day (a Monday to be more precise) that the thing took a different and unexpected turn. I was circulating through the square, about to descend into the avenue just below, when Rosicleide came out on the small balcony existing over the garage and which functioned as a continuous porch of the main room, wrapped in a bath towel (!). It was the most unusual scene I had ever seen in my life, as she went out looking down as if looking for something (or someone!) and then turned back inside the room. And the surprise didn't end there, because when I went down a little further in the square, I could see that she was standing next to the honking door looking in my direction. That triggered the red alert and my dick immediately stood up. As soon as she realized that her vigil was being "watched", she moved away into the inner dimness of the room. I continued on my way, with the clear suspicion that this scene did not happen by chance. A few days later, I was approached by another neighbor <unk> this one, who lives on the same street as me <unk> who introduced herself as Claudia. She greeted me and said that since my family and I had moved there she had not had a chance to talk to us. I thanked her for the reception, apologizing for the lack of opportunity, since my wife and daughter and I spent more time outside than inside. We talked a little while I observed Claudia more carefully: she was a blonde <unk>DGG<unk> type (fat, hot and uninhibited), with full breasts, a slightly prominent belly, an indecorously large ass, and a firm, angelic smile on her face with almost black eyes, a mouth full of fleshy lips and red hair; her hair was short and well-groomed and her smile was welcoming and easy to talk to (which was almost free of provocation), for which reason the idea had not crossed my mind. After a few more minutes of small talk, Claudia told me that she was a widow and that her husband had been killed right there in their house, a few years ago by two criminals who approached him with the intention of making him hostage with the family. He reacted and one of them fled while the other, before also retreating, shot him at point-blank range. Since then, Claudia takes care of the family business with her son <unk> Eduardo <unk> and which consists in the management of some convenience stores. She then told me that the one who helps her is also a certain Evaristo who is a civilian policeman and who is married to Rosicleide. That shower of information was of no use to me, except when she said that I should meet Rosicleide, the wife of a certain Evaristo. I was left with a landscape expression, making it clear to Claudia that I did not know what she was talking about. She smiled and said that it was that woman who lived in the house with the porch and who had a golden labrador as a pet. When Claudia finished the description, my memory immediately associated the name with the person: it was the delightful neighbor who had surprised me wrapped in a bath towel the day before. Claudia noticed right away that my interest in the conversation had changed direction, because Rosicleide interested me too much! I really wanted to fuck her and things seemed to go in that direction. I explored a little more Claudia's easy conversation, discovering some details about my company; she had a Pet Shop that was run by her and an employee who often stayed more at home than in the store, since the employee took care of the job. Her husband, Evaristo, who was a civilian police officer, was on duty at a police station in Guarulhos and there were days when he did not return home <unk> especially when he was carrying out errands <unk> which is why she and Claudia kept in touch by cell phone in order to protect each other. We talked a bit more until I expressed my intention to say goodbye to her. I extended my hand to Claudia who, without blinking, caught her by pulling me close to her and kissing my face (not that I was surprised, but I thought sui generis) and saying that we should keep a closer contact, an invitation to which I nodded agreeing. Before I left I was still questioned by her who asked for my mobile number, because they had a kind of communication "network" for mutual protection. In the most innocent way possible, I gave her the number, even forgetting to ask for hers and left, because I was late for work. That event remained in my mind only long enough to be forgotten, except for the fact that I had discovered the name of my neighbour Tesuda: Rosicleide! It all disappeared in a few days and, in a non-routine way, I met Claudia and exchanged greetings, smiles and handshakes. On the other hand, with Rosicleide the "encounters" were becoming rare and very few times I met her taking care of the house or taking her labrador for a walk in the square (this even rarer event). A few months went by without any news, until the day I was interviewed by Claudia who made me an extremely unusual and unexpected invitation. After a phrase without any reason to be, Claudia asked me what I was doing. I answered her and she concluded aloud that my availability of time was very "flexible" (her words!), a statement with which I agreed only with a nod of the head. That's when she came to the "bomb". Claudia invited me for breakfast at her house the next week, because she wanted to know me better and Rosicleide too (!) - Wow! everything, I thought, was what I wanted! <unk> and, at that moment, it was not easy for me to undo the indescribable empathy when I immediately agreed to the invitation. We scheduled for a Wednesday, and I went away trembling, excited and anxious ... after all, it would still take a week to get to know Rosicleide more closely. And for these reasons it was that the days dragged on dull and furnished, with the hands of the clocks fighting against me and with a huge succession of sessions of "lonely pleasure" that left me even more furnished and full of desire. A few days before the event, I considered that the torch should be put to rest, since this meeting could be just a form of rapprochement between neighbors and nothing more. But, honestly, I was hoping for something more, ... longing for the possibility of caressing that delicious little body and playing in that playground that contained many promises (excuse me for the coarse expression in English, but it escaped! I left it anyway ...), and when, finally, the day came I considered myself happy and prepared for what was to come. I was wearing a bermuda and a plaid shirt when I knocked on the door of Claudia's house and the first surprise was this beautiful blonde coming down the stairs wearing a very short shorts that highlighted her thick white thighs and a plaid shirt unable to accommodate inside that pair of full and generous breasts. She opened the gate and invited me in. We went up the stairs and as soon as we entered the living room she closed the door and told me that we would have coffee in the kitchen. I walked in the direction indicated by her breathing with some difficulty, since in my mind resided the expectation of finding Rosicleide waiting for us. On the kitchen table there was a full breakfast with juices, fruit, coffee, milk, bread and sweets, all very tasty and with a subtle and not exorbitant refinement. However, nothing of Rosicleide ... I thought that she had given up or even that she was unable to attend, but I controlled my impulse to ask the hostess about the other guest. We sat down to savor that delicious desire, with Cláudia almost by my side, displaying her delicious cocks and her breasts that, at certain moments, threatened to jump over the sides of the insufficient raft. Suddenly, Claudia's phone rang and she immediately answered it. She exchanged a few words with someone and after hanging up the phone asked me for permission to leave the premises, a request that I accepted without understanding why. Claudia disappeared only to return in a few minutes wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. She apologized to me a thousand times and said that she needed to leave urgently in order to solve problems in one of the shops she ran. I told her that everything was fine and I mentioned getting up to leave the house with her. At this very moment, Claudia grabbed me by the shoulders, forcing me to remain seated where I was. She then said that I could stay, since Rosicleide was taking a quick shower and would soon come down to keep me company (!). Claudia said no more, disappearing down the corridor that connected the kitchen to the living room, clearly audible as she opened and closed the door that gave access to the garage. I sat there like an idiot wondering what was happening (even though I had no idea what was about to happen!). That's when Rosicleide appeared at the kitchen door, wrapped in a bath towel. Our eyes crossed and I could almost sense the sparks of electricity spreading through the air around us... it was an atmosphere of pure desire! She walked towards me and when she got close enough for me to reach out my hand and touch her, she let the towel slide and stop on the cold floor of the place. I gazed at that delicious body and at forms exuberantly proportional to her stature and I was unable to react for a few minutes. Rosicleide's gaze was intense and demonstrated an unconscious desire that needed to be satisfied as soon as possible. Immediately I arose and embraced that body whose freshness after bathing besides intoxicating made me very excited, with my stick pushing the Bermuda cloth announcing that I needed to be free to act. Rosicleide embraced me and I pressed her against her chest feeling her heart beating hallucinatingly and her breathing being cut off. We kissed softly, with our tongues making a brazen exploration sucking saliva and whirling around without any composure. My hands soon descended to Rosicleide's bundle, squeezing those round and firm buttocks whose protrusion was more than delightfully provocative. Rosicleide didn't want to waste time and after getting rid of my embrace, she knelt in front of me, pulling my bermuda down and revealing my hard and pulsating roll; she scooped up the piece of hard meat and sucked it with such willingness that it seemed like she hadn't done oral sex for a long time, something that left me very satisfied. I stroked her hair while she swallowed and spat out my whole dick, doing it slowly like someone is sipping a very tasty sweet. In a wild gesture, I took her once more in my arms, only this time I pulled her up from the floor. Rosicleide was held to me as one holds a gift. I felt no weight of her, for her erection was so great that she seemed as light as a feather. I walked towards the parlour and laid her affectionately on the sofa. I knelt before her belly and after asking her to open her legs, I dipped my face into her groin, while my eager tongue searched for her little morsel. I sucked and licked that piece of female with such passion that Rosicleide groaned with madness, as she writhed and pulled my head to meet her groin with her legs resting on my shoulders. My eager hands ran over the body of that woman who had been my delirium lately, wanting to check whether all this was true or just another endless erotic dream. She made fun of me so many times that we lost count, and suddenly I got up, stripping off my clothes and revealing my tattooed nakedness to her. Rosicleide was completely out of it, looking like a nymphomaniac whose satisfaction needed to be satisfied as quickly as possible. But before she could do anything, I took the lead. I took her in my arms once more and put her on the couch on all fours. I looked around for something that only I knew what it was. And realizing that there was nothing in that environment that would solve my problem, I ran to the kitchen and returned with a jar of margarine in my hands. Rosicleide looked at me with a look mixed of amazement and surprise ... yes, she knew what I wanted ... wanted to fuck her from behind! I approached her and then licked her anus with my tongue causing moans and screams, I took a generous portion of margarine going on to grease that hole that would soon be invaded by my stick! My partner didn't offer any resistance, just begged me to be affectionate, because after all, it was her first time (!). I grabbed those bulging buttocks and pulled them aside revealing the valley where her little ring seemed to flash. But before anything else, and acting instinctively, I let my roller slide into my partner's flowing vagina, performing a penetration that fit like a glove, perfect! Rosicle moaned as she felt my prick going in and out of her wet mouth and bouncing the pelvis as if repaying the pleasure she was feeling. She mocked. Not just once, but several times and I was so excited to climb with the female of my dreams that I completely forgot about her little ring. I tasted that vagina with the fury of an insatiable lover who had in his hands (!) the woman of his erotic dreams. I stocked that woman without exaggeration, demonstrating my ability to be masculine and virile, and at the same time, subtle and affectionate. I didn't want Rosicleide to be bored or angry with me, ... I wanted to give her pleasure, and a lot! I was so distracted by that fabulous woman that I didn't even notice that there was someone else in the room, unlike Rosicleide who discreetly glanced a few times over one of the shoulders observing the unknown presence. My body, my mind and my soul were fully focused on giving and receiving pleasure from that beautiful female specimen and only became aware of such a presence when I felt a pair of soft hands touching my buttocks stroking them firmly. I had a huge fright, but as soon as I tried to turn to see who it was, Claudia's soft voice whispered in my ear, reassuring me. She glued her body to mine, allowing me to feel her bare and slightly cold skin and projecting back and forth, simulating the movements I was making in my partner's body. I found it very crazy (to say the least!), but within a few minutes I felt the urge to continue fucking my partner with the "neighbor" as a horny companion. I say this because I could feel her stuffy nipples rubbing against my back in frank demonstration of her uncontrolled state of erection. Claudia seemed very comfortable in that position of passive spectator, enjoying the copulation of an adulterous couple in her living room, and her panting breath in the back of my neck only served to confirm this assumption. She was crazy to fuck you, you know? Every day she saw you there on the street, she called me saying she wanted to be fucked by the tattooed crown... Unable to answer, I only grunted a sound that resembled an assertive as I persisted in eating that delicious food that had invaded my dreams and was now under the power of my desire. In my mind, the expression "crown tattooed" sounded like a unique compliment, mainly because Claudia seemed to be telling the truth in her comments. Suddenly, I felt a sternum running down my spine - a clear indictment of the approaching orgasm - and I vividly accelerated my movements, until the moment when I was warned by a voice that I was about to mock. -Don't laugh inside her no! Get that dick out that we both want to savor that hot milklet <unk> Claudia said it with such a subtle brazenness that I got even more excited and just nodded (from above!) in agreement. Rosicleide then pushed her pelvis against my belly causing me an uncontrollable sensation of horny and causing my dick to come out of it. As soon as he was on display, the two females knelt in front of me waiting for the discharge that was to come. Claudia picked up the piece of meat and went on with an energetic punch looking at me with a demanding look of someone who seemed to want to order me to enjoy immediately. That seemed even more exciting to me and looking at those two delicious women kneeling in front of me, I felt my strength fail as a wave of pleasure roamed through my bowels, hallucinatingly seeking an exit that revealed itself in the form of gushes of semen that were projected from my ureter towards them. And what followed was the most fantastic sight I had ever witnessed in all my life: Claudia and Rosicleide began to kiss shamelessly, while at the same time they kissed each other's faces, sucking the cock that flowed from their bruised faces. That operated something inside me, because I felt when the gush persisted in a few more strokes, while my body was taken by a wave of successive spasms, taking away what little energy I still had. Without any capacity for control or discernment, I slipped into the polona behind me, being followed by my insatiable hunger, I still had to pass by the cock, pulling it out and withdrawing the half-soaked from it all over the glowing sky ...