Crazy 2

The dream of my short life was being fulfilled. With my fifteen years I had been with the woman of my dreams for the same afternoon and at home. He explained where I lived and when I should go. He left my house and continued his work on the stairs of the building. As you can imagine, from that moment until the time of the appointment was the longest space of time in my life. I did not eat. I know I spent almost an hour in the bathroom, washing, combing and putting on my father’s deodorant and cologne. I wanted to impress her, hahahaha

It was five in the afternoon. I was in the doorway of Teresa’s house. I called the doorman. I did not open anybody. I called again a few times and nothing, I still did not answer. The world came over me. I thought he had laughed at me. Imbecile, silly, naive. Like a woman like that would want to be with a child like me. As I was leaving, I heard the mechanism of the door open, gave a small jump, pushed and opened. It was already inside the portal. Now I began to think: and) if she has not opened it, and) if it has been another neighbor …? I had nothing to lose anyway. If I went up and hit the doorbell of his own house, if there really was nobody, then I was going and that’s it. But what if she was the one who had opened me.

For there I was, smelling of manly cologne on all four sides and waiting for Teresa to open the door for me. This time I only had to ring the bell once. It looks like I was just waiting for the door. He opened the door and grabbed me by the arm, pushing me into his house as if he wanted me to hurry past.

I’m not going to say that he was waiting for me in my panties, because that was not the case. I wore the same clothes I wore at my house that morning. I think I was more nervous now than ever. I even think she was.
“Go and sit on the sofa, I’m going to shower, I have not had time until now.

“It took me a long time to open,” I said,

“I did not know until the last moment if I really wanted you to come up,” he replied,

“But in the end he opened me, did not he?” I said hesitantly,

“Come sit down, now we’ll talk for a while.”

Those words baffled me a little. )talk?. I had come to something else. I sat down and began to scan everything I had in my house.

Not five minutes passed, when I saw him come out of the bathroom with a long towel around his body. I was about to eat it. She had let go of her hair, took off her make-up, and headed down the aisle telling me she was going to put something on.

I was still sitting on the couch, impatient and thinking about what could happen from now on.

After a few minutes she went out into the living room and was wearing a rather wide-brimmed dress that made her even a little fatter. I did not notice that. I kept an eye on the huge bundles I imagined on his chest.
He sat down beside me and began to talk to me:

“Look, child, I do not know what you will have noticed me, an old woman like me, who does not love her or her children who do not even come to see me.

“Teresa,” I said, “I’m very nervous. I do not know what can happen from now on. I’m just going to tell you one thing. If I’m here it’s because I’ve been thinking about you for two weeks, and what I saw in the kitchen is nothing comparable to what I do every day remembering his body and his face.

Teresa could not believe what she was hearing. A brat like me in his house was throwing the yews and crazy to give a jolt.

“I have not been with a man for nine years. I in bed have never been a beast, so what I can teach you is nothing out of this world. But I’m going to tell you one thing. We have not done anything yet, but if we do something I want you to promise me that it will not come out of these four walls.

“I promise you, Teresa, to whom I’m going to tell you, if all this for me is the illusion of my life.

After saying that, she took my hand and told me to go to her room.

I sat on the bed and began to undress. I had already slipped from the moccasins I wore. First he took off my shirt and pushed me back onto the bed. He then unprotected my pants and pulled on it, leaving me in a slip. By that time I had a medium erection, which she noticed as I watched as she stared at the bundle for a few moments.

“My son, you seem to have a good instrument.”

My nervousness continued to grow in seconds. The closer I was to my dream, the more nervous I found myself.

Lying on the bed with the little gowns I saw as she pulled her dress up and stood naked in only a pair of white panties of considerable size. When, for the first time in my life, I saw tits like those a few meters from me, I thought I was dying of happiness.

“Come take off the slip, what are you waiting for,” he told me,

Without thinking twice, I did it in a hurry. It was a hundred, I had a pressure on the eggs that I thought they were going to explode in an instant. Taking them off, my cock jumped out of its nest like a spring. Teresa smirked, which she had never seen before.

He approached the side of the bed and sat on the edge. With one hand he began to touch my cock and eggs with a supine delicacy. I had never imagined that this could be so exceptional. I think I closed my eyes and let myself go. I felt her hold my hand and bring it to her tits. I opened my eyes and there I was touching those two melons with two black nipples like tortillas. Teresa was still touching me, but now with more rhythm. I think I was about to go for a minute. She noticed and I left. She stood up and pulled down her panties. Before me my first pussy. She had a super hairy pussy. That excites me a lot. I jumped on top of her and began to kiss her and hug her. I corresponded with kisses by the neck and in the ears. I instead just wanted to kiss and get her huge tits. We lay on the bed and continued with games of kissing and caressing. We did not speak either. In one of the turns we gave one over the other, I noticed with my knee, that her pussy was totally wet. Then for the first time I slipped my hand to her crotch and touched her black, hairy cave. She gave the first splash of the afternoon. She was still biting my neck, and now she whispered into my ear that I would put a finger inside her. To which I acceded automatically. I started a mess and took out a rythmic that made him shudder in bed. She grabbed my cock, and at the same pace as I was already pushing two fingers, she began to swallow me. At two minutes I had my first run, I think the semen reached the foot of the bed. She told me that it did not matter if I kept touching her with my fingers. Despite my ejaculation, my cock was still like a mast.

What I knew about sex was what I saw in magazines and in some porn movie in case of a friend in the absence of his parents. When her first orgasm was about to come, she closed her legs and my hand was engulfed in such a way that I could not move. She had several seizures, and after a long groan, I lay low in bed. I walked over and started kissing her again. My mouth settled over hers but never came any further, she did not open her mouth, they were kisses from lip to lip. After a few minutes I lay on my back and told me that now it was her turn. That my first run had been more of craving than of joy. So it was. He got down on his knees and swallowed my dick to the eggs. I jumped and almost fell out of bed. What a great taste, God. He started to suck me from the tip of his cock to the slit of his ass. And she said she had never been a beast in bed. After a few minutes in this posture he sat up over me and as a tennis ball goes into a basketball basket, so my cock entered her pussy. She was totally wet. I thought that little cock was a little thing for so much woman. But he looked at her, and at every turn in and out, his face shook with pleasure. He was enjoying himself as much as I was. He would get up and lie down on me.
 
It was too late. Although I had spent the afternoon flying.