The Friend of the Neighbourhood (PART 02)

By the time I realized it, hours had passed, and I couldn't figure out how I'd gotten to the upstairs room of Claudia's house. I opened my eyes slowly, taking care not to be surprised by the natural light that, however faint, bothered my retina. I looked around and saw that I was in a large, well-decorated room <unk> leading me to conclude that it was Claudia's room; the bed was spacious and comfortable, especially since I wasn't alone in it. The girls were lying close to me, flanking me with a delightfully shameless intimacy. Claudia, who was on my right side, had leaned her body close to mine, resting her arm on my chest. I could smell the sweet scent of her woody and subtle perfume, as well as hear her gentle and quiet snoring. Her face was close to mine, allowing me to still feel her hot breath with a peppermint flavor. Already Rosicleide was on my left side, tightly glued to my body with her leg on mine and her hand deposited on my soft roll. They had taken care to have me wrap them in my arms, so that the intimacy was even more shared. I looked at each of them longingly, appreciating that unique and special spectacle. I had two fantastic females at my entire disposal. I had climbed with them, I had served them and now they were there, prostrate and close to me ... available. That thought alone was enough for my libido to rise again abruptly and unexpectedly, causing my dick to become hard in the blink of an eye. It began to pulsate irreverently to what was happening around it and did so so so naturally that it did not take long for Rosicleide to feel its manifestation growing under her hand. She opened her eyes with a sweet look that, in a short time, became rigid and full of expectation. I wasted no time and pulled her face close to mine stealing a warm, wet kiss from her. Her body clung even closer to mine and I could feel her skin trembling in small spasms of awakened passion. We both looked at Claudia, who still seemed to be fainting in a deep and comforting sleep, and thought that everything could be restarted, or even picked up where we left off. Rosicleide didn't make a fuss and took my scroll in her hand, massaging it with an affectionate and gentle fist. My hand slid down her back, and every now and then I pulled it towards me, robbing her of an appetizing kiss. There was a complicity between us that cried out for intimacy. I wanted to climb a lot with that married female, but without the misfortune of having to share my attention with another woman (this is not spitting in the face of luck, just an unconfessable desire for a woman!). We began to rub so carelessly that it didn't take long for Claudia to be awakened by our typical spanking of a couple in full heat. The blonde didn't want to miss the opportunity and without wasting any time integrated with us, sharing my role with the partner until the moment when I could feel two hot, wet tongues passing through the rigid pica, licking like someone licking a very tasty pickle. I felt myself in the seventh heaven, with spasms running through my body and vibrating in the same direction as my stick pulsed. Sometimes I would look down and see Rosicleide's pleading gaze denouncing an almost crying desire to share that moment with only me and no one else. I stroked her hair in a sweet and affectionate caress of the male who not only wants sex but also wants surrender. Rosicleide looked down a few more times, until she got down on her knees and tried to climb over me, offering her mouthpiece for the satisfaction of my dick. I held her by the waist firmly in order to allow for a well-seated ride, and we were almost there when Claudia's voice interrupted us, sounding like the mad protest of a woman full of hard-on. He's mine this time... I want that scroll inside my vagina, ... after all, you've had your share, thanks to me! <unk> Claudia said this with the iron determination of someone in control of the situation. Rosicleide looked at her and then at me, regretting that she couldn't react as she should and didn't take long to move to the side while her <unk>friend<unk> sat on me, taking the scroll with one of her hands and leading it into her flooded and burning bowl. <unk> Claudia, even more shameless, began to ride me without any ceremony, going up and down on the pike, instead of feeling another thrill for the thickness of the member in her bowels. <unk> She shook her head and said that it was a wonderful, tasty and thick stick and that she deserved it because she had done it very well (from the beginning, I don't understand very well). The blonde was smooth as she sped up her movements, spreading her legs as far as she could so that I could feel all the rolling inside of her, and there were moments when she would sit on my cane, rolling and rubbing the inside of her buttocks on my swollen balls and saying how delicious that was. -Look, friend! You're enjoying it, aren't you? After all, when would you have been able to climb with that stubborn male if it wasn't for my help? Now, you're just watching while I'm having fun with the tattoo of your dreams, feeling this thick roll fuck me hot! <unk> At that moment, hearing Claudia's words I looked at Rosicleide and saw her look lost and with a certain air of frustration ... she wanted me, but was not able to do it without the help of the <unk> tough friend<unk> who was now swaying over my roll. I sensed that Rosicleide had long wanted to fuck me, but something was stopping her and only with Claudia's help was this possible. However, at that moment, she was upset, because she was full of passion for me and wanted me just for her (!). My male side wanted to continue fucking that blonde shamelessly, and at the same time, I would rather be alone with Rosicleide, savoring her body and the various possibilities that he hid over the cloak of dedicated housewife. I decided it was time to act, ...to show that bitch that I was the man and that my roll didn't belong to her. I accelerated the movements, holding Claudia by the waist and making her go up and down on my stick with quick movements and bottoms. She didn't groan, but screamed like a dog in heat, feeling the roll penetrate her without pity or mercy, while my hands squeezed her waist and, again and again, crushed her enormous breasts turning them into hammocks to expand the movements. Claudia scoffed, one, two, three, four times on my dick, while I continued to bravely resist looking at Rosicleide's single face who seemed to understand that I was not giving a nice climb with her friend, but rather fucking that tramp, punishing her pussy with my vigor. Rosicleide smiled ironically with the corner of her lips and her eyes shone with satisfaction at realizing that I really wanted was to have her on me. Intending to teach that blonde bitch a lesson, I raised my chest high enough to push her to the side and as soon as she got off me, I pulled her to the edge of the bed putting her on all fours and pointing my hard, shiny stick, after being licked by her vagina, towards her ass. Claudia screamed saying that she didn't want to be enraged, but soon after looking at Rosicleide's still smiling face, only now with a clear demonstration of sarcasm, I grabbed the tramp's buttocks and with a single blow I squeezed the entire roller into her ass. Claudia screamed and tried to get rid of me, saying that it hurt too much and that she couldn't bear the sacrifice. But I, with Rosicleide's gaze stimulating me, ignored the whining of the blonde dog and rolled in, painlessly penetrating that little ring that soon turned red with the folds being torn by the violence of the cunt. And the more Claudia screamed and begged, the more I burst her ass with vigorous and forced movements. And just when I realized that the pain was being suppressed by the erection, I took the opportunity to carve her buttocks, leaving them red and marked. The blonde was screaming, roaring, begging me to stop, begging me to take the stick out of her, but I didn't mind, for I wanted to punish her for the humiliation she was inflicting on her friend. She licked my ear and whispered to me to finish off her friend's ass. She felt vindicated by me, and I felt grateful for doing so. Claudia kept screaming and begging me to stop punishing her, but I only did it at the moment when I realized that the forces were draining from my insides, shamelessly announcing that I was about to have another orgasm. Rosicleide's words, whispered in my ear operated a delicious feeling of complicity and before Claudia could experience the pleasure of that anal fuck, I pulled out my stick and offered it to my coveted partner. The roll was stained with the blood of the slut and even so, Rosicleide did not hesitate to take it in her hand, going on to masturbate me vigorously while asking me to persist in stepping on her friend's sore buttocks. And it was a sublime thing, for while I was kicking Claudia's ass, Rosicleide was masturbating me with such passion that I could feel the intensity of the movements vibrating within me. I enjoyed like an animal, howling and moaning as the waterfall of cock was thrown over the sweaty body of the moaning blonde and enjoyed the hot, viscous gush licking her skin and flowing towards her neck. I had my revenge. I enjoyed that whore, but I did not provide her with any pleasure, only pain and submission. When we were done, I pushed that bitch aside and took advantage of Rosicleide's closeness to hug her and kiss her a few more times. Claudia moaned and grumbled that I had hurt her, that I had been brutal with her ... even threatened Rosicleide, cursing that she could denounce everything to Evaristo (Rosicleide's horn husband), and that she could get very bad. I could not bear that threat, since I always assumed that between friends there should be complicity and trust, and after releasing Rosicleide from my arms, I took the tramp and slapped her two loud slaps on the face, growling that if she came to harm her friend she would have to answer to me. Claudia was so shocked by my attitude that she even outlined a reaction, looking at me with a frightened look and nodding her head to signal that she had understood my threat. After that, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I finished, I gave Rosicleide standing at the bathroom door looking at me with a look that promised much more than I expected. She came up to me, smelled my skin and then told me that she had loved my attitude a few minutes ago. I smiled at her and said that her friend needed to learn good manners. Rosicleide grinned and said that she also needed to learn good manners and if I was interested in teaching her. -Only if you go to her house! <unk> I replied to her with a look full of cowardice <unk> in the bed where your husband's horn doesn't make you a woman as you should, ... and oh? What do you think? <unk> I was determined to fuck Rosicleide in her house, not with the thought of her husband's horn, but just to see how far she was able to go to climb with me. She kissed me and whispered that she agreed, as long as I waited for the right moment. We agreed, then, that on the right day she would leave a message in my mailbox with the instructions for the meeting, and even fearing that someone other than me would pick up the daily correspondence, I caught it right away, the risk was worth the prize! I got dressed and after a warm farewell from Rosicleide, I approached Claudia and apologized for the outburst of anger, explaining that I didn't think it was right to blackmail her friend. Claudia stared at me with an enigmatic look and just accepted my apology. Since she had no idea of the conversation that Rosicleide and I had in the bathroom, I assumed that the blonde wouldn't cause us much concern, since if she really intended to report something to the Evaristo guy, she would also have to reveal to him how it had all happened. It wasn't anything brilliant, but at least it solved our problem of the eventual betrayal of the vain blonde. I bade Rosicleide farewell with a long kiss crowned by the silly hands of both of us and then left, hoping that our reunion would not be long in coming. As the days passed, I enjoyed the anxiety of a teenager waiting for his first intercourse, and I never tired of looking in the mailbox for a message from Rosicleide. It is true that I was very careful not to report what was happening to my wife, and I tried to do so whenever I was alone at home. My surprise was complete the day I opened the box and saw a small grey paper envelope without any kind of address or identification. Almost unable to breathe, I opened the envelope and pulled out from inside a small piece of paper and started reading its contents eagerly. In it, Rosicleide was quite direct and objective; it just said: "Friday morning. I'll be alone waiting for you. Come, my love, I want to fuck you as much as we can ... he'll be away all weekend, but I know you can't. Come. Friday. Don't forget. Rosi's kisses. I lacked the energy to believe those words, because finally. I would have liked Rosicleide! I eagerly waited for the Friday that seemed to have refused to come, and when it did, I was caught by fate in a state of excitement that feared to upset the moment when Rosicleide and I were together in her room. After completing the daily chores and having warned at work that I might not be able to attend, I rushed home, took a shower, and wearing only a bermuda (no panties) and a regatta shirt, set off for Rosicleide's house. However, when I arrived and faced her, I simply did not know what to do, for I had no idea how to enter without attracting attention. However, Rosicleide had thought of everything, for suddenly a vehicle parked in front of the house and a young man came down from it, ringing the doorbell. Rosicleide emerged from the side corridor and bringing by the collar his golden labrador. He opened the gate and handed the animal to the care of the boy, who after saying goodbye as one who had much to do left immediately. I was discreetly positioned next to a small tree, so that I could see without being noticed. But Rosicleide could sense my presence. She looked in the direction of the tree and smiled retreating into the house. It took a few seconds for me to notice that she had left the gate wide open, and I understood that it was my turn to go ahead. Almost surreptitiously, I passed through the gate, shutting it behind me, and proceeded down the side corridor which gave access to the house with entrances through the drawing-room and also through the kitchen; I glimpsed the door of the drawing-room half-open, and advanced through the little room, walking carefully which, to my mind, seemed unnecessary but prudent, and I stood in front of the staircase which led to the top of the stairs, being startled by the naked silhouette of Rosicleide waiting for me at the top. Taking a deep breath and trying to hold on to my masculine lust controlled only by instinct, I undressed right there in front of my partner's eyes, who was wearing a cheeky smile and full of obscene insinuations, and I rolled down the steps that separated me from her, taking care not to do it too vigorously, letting the weather take over both of us. When I finally stood next to her, we hugged and kissed with such passion that the air seemed to be absolutely unnecessary for our survival. I stroked that warm, soft body with my hands, feeling the vigor of my scroll pulsate as it rubbed me on Rosicleide's belly. We were so engrossed in our horniness that we lingered at the foot of the staircase, kissing, licking and sucking all that was available to us. I sucked those nipples stuffed with the affection they demanded and which I had set aside on the previous date, while Rosicleide held my scroll in laughter masturbating myself with the care of those who wait for much more of that male instrument, until, unable to control my momentum I took her in my arms and carrying her in my waters, I put her in the direction of the bedroom gently depositing her on the huge bed of couples that she enjoyed with the idiot (and now, the color of this one). And I walked by her side with her nice and plentiful toy that looked more like a small toilet than it was. I rubbed my fingers into that vagina, taking her lips between the forefinger and the thumb, massaging them with touches of measured cruelty, making Rosicleide groan and hiss with excitement. Her nipples were so stiff that they extended upward, while her breathing gasped denouncing the desire to be penetrated by me. However, I wanted to prolong those foreplay and with a measured movement, I brought my tongue up to that wet, pulsating lap, sucking and licking her entire region. I found the clitoris so swollen that it seemed to have tripled in size, and immediately fastened it between my lips by sucking it vigorously and squeezing it without exaggeration. After a while, Rosicleide mocked in my mouth, allowing me to feel the sweet and warm liquid flowing from her bowels into my mouth, while it was provoked by the skillful hands of the female playing with the hardened and ferocious scroll. Without wasting any time, I climbed over her and penetrated her with a single swift and deep thrust, causing her to groan almost to the edge of a hallucinatory scream of collected hornyness. I passed in and out of that vagina with long and protracted movements, enjoying the pleasure that this woman was giving me, while my mouth and tongue entertained themselves with her nipples alternating with vigorous sucking and affectionate kissing. Incredible as it may seem, we copulated like madmen for more than an hour (something that to me is, to say the least, commemorative and unforgettable!), and my partner enjoyed it as never before. -Oh, my delightful, ... fuck me, ... this is so good! Evaristo never made me laugh so many times, ... you are a male delight! I want more ... much more! <unk> Rosicleide's voice was embarrassed and interrupted by moans and sighs of pleasure, while I persisted in penetration feeling myself a male in the fullness of the word. My orgasm erupted without warning, soaking my partner's insides like a hot, viscous wave that made me roar like a wild animal in the heat, shoving even more of my roll into that vagina and bringing new orgasms to my partner. I nearly fainted, lying on top of her, gasping like I was out of breath and feeling my roll wither and drain out of Rosicleide. After a few minutes, I lay down next to her and she hugged me pulling me to her and asking for one more passionate kiss, which I did not refuse. We slept for a while, just long enough for Rosicleide to regain her energy and get back on track by taking my stick in her hands and rehearsing a new session of limitless sex. However, I wanted something more. Something that had been lost on the previous date because of Claudia's unwanted intervention. I got up from the bed and pulled Rosicleide to the edge, turning her back to me. She offered no resistance. On the contrary, she also wanted to be enraged, so she positioned herself on all fours on the bed, allowing her butt to rise towards me, offered and provocative. It was amazing that that ass was at the exact height of my dick, as if it had been designed exclusively for me. Feeling fully rewarded, I approached it and after separating the buttocks, holding them firmly, I spat a few times on the small contracted ring that showed itself uninhibitedly waiting for my cock that was already pulsating like crazy, denouncing his desire to penetrate that hole without wasting time. I rubbed my gland around the winking anus and after a brief provocative interval, I advanced with the invasion, making the gland go into a single movement. Rosicleide groaned and tried to back away, but I held her firmly by the buttocks making it clear that what had begun was going to end. I held my gland inside her for a few seconds, waiting for that virgin cuz to get used to the intruder, and then I continued in the advance, thrusting my stick in inch by inch. Rosicleide groaned as if she wanted to scream, but she resisted, tucking her face into the pillow every time the moans threatened to become howls and then delirious cries of pain and excitement at the same time. I held her firmly by the hips, pulling her buttocks to the sides and allowing an opening enough for the penetration to proceed. Even knowing the pain that penetration was causing me, I felt no fear or dread, for I had long desired that woman and enrapturing her was part of my plans. I felt that my itch was advancing with some difficulty, but still, I wanted to make Rosicleide my submissive female, breaking that cousin and providing pleasure for both of us. When I felt that my balls were brushing the valley formed by Rosicleide's buttocks, I concluded that the penetration had been completed, and without fear of being happy, I proceeded to stock up that little hole enlarged by the thickness of my member, moving timidly at first, and increasing the speed gradually, lengthening the advances and retreats, and listening to my partner's lamentations become, little by little, moans of passion, alternated with a panting breath and expressions that demonstrated the replacement of pain by pleasure. -Don't stop! Don't stop, you stubborn macho! Fuck me! Lift my ass ... do what that Evaristo kid would never be able to do ... make me your female! <unk> Rosicleide's words served to sharpen my desire even more, so that my movements became more intense and feverish, while she kept provoking me to make her my submissive female. We fucked intensely and incessantly, forgetting the place, the time and any other reference that would bring us back to the unwanted reality. Rosicleide made fun of once, but soon discovered the delight of playing with her clitoris while being penetrated from behind and from then on the jokes followed each other in an uncontrolled way. She moaned, groaned, gasped and almost shouted with so much pleasure, and I, in turn, felt the pleasure of making a woman taste the delicacies of life. The mockery was born in my bowels, causing me uncontrollable spasms and denouncing that the end was near... I babbled a lost phrase informing my partner that I was about to unload a new wave of sperm inside her. -Enjoy as much as you want, my hot macho! But enjoy outside of me, ... spread your fuck on my body ... wet me with that hot and tasty milk ... I want ... I want! <unk> as soon as Rosicleide finished saying those words interspersed with sighs and moans, I felt the orgasm explode in such a powerful ejaculation that I barely had time to take the roller out of it, holding it while the jets projected over his back and buttocks. I screamed once again, feeling rewarded for all the, wait all the effort meant to have that woman for me. Literally exhausted and without any reserve of vital energy, we fell asleep next to each other, only to be awakened by the first sounds of the late afternoon that presented itself as the herald of the night. Rosicleide hugged and kissed me several times and after laughing at so much happiness and accomplishment, we decided that it was time to separate. She asked me if I wanted to take a bath, to which I answered in the negative, because I told her that I wanted to keep her smell and her fluids for myself. She smiled and hugged me thanking and saying that everything that had happened that day would never be forgotten and that when I wanted (and could) she would be waiting for me ... it was the most beautiful thing any woman had ever said to me. And I thanked her for appearing in my life.