Burning Desire

I met Yiota several years ago. Just friends at first. And until now, with a sparse-in-time affection that would swirl around us every time we met. Innocent flirting with hellish passions that, when they finally erupted, left a sweet taste from wet kisses until the sheets would "drink" the fluids of our love... What love?;.. metaphorical blowjobs but in this specific case, also literal ones inside her childhood room. An endless horniness with finished feelings that twitch, dying together with her moans one Wednesday afternoon.

..I fuck her in a uniquely inspired semi-sideways position, with her flushed face buried in her striped pillows. How hot is it to fuck a brunette on snow-white sheets, especially when she's down on all fours in front of me...

My sweet one... I'm sure I adore her. I show her, after all, through a uniquely inspired doggy style. A little bitch who enjoys, with her head low, my desire for her....

My one and only... my one and only slut this afternoon. Her earrings jingle a melody on her sweaty yet wonderful body, barely audible over her moans...

...I came on her open pussy. When I finished, I gave it to her horny mouth. Any shame between us had been lost. Besides, the goal was to keep fucking, which would soon become joy in her infinitely playful tongue. She was teasing me with a vulgar tone that temporarily covered her otherwise innocent little face.

She turned face down again; that was probably her favorite position. I rubbed her pussy lips with my cock, making her beg me to put it in her. When the door opened... she didn't notice. She couldn't, anyway, buried in the pillows like that. But I saw, in that position, the astonished eyes of a woman whom I later discovered was her mother. A few seconds of "freeze" until she left hurriedly, leaving the door open... I got up, got dressed, gave her two warm kisses on her wonderful breasts and left without saying anything to her. A week passed until she called me...

- ..I don't understand you

- Neither do I

- A phone call, for god's sake!

She hung up on me. I felt bad, a thing I detest, as I do misunderstandings. So I went to her house. Apart from what had happened between us, we had a friendship and I didn't want to ruin it in any way, regardless of whether we were fucking on the ruins of our supposed friendship...

With these mixed-up thoughts, I rang her doorbell... of course, not so deep down I wanted to fuck her again, but I needed a good excuse to achieve that... A woman around forty, quite thin, blonde with a ponytail, opened the door.

It was probably her mother; I recognized her from the same astonished look. She treated me politely, as did I, as if that previous unexpected encounter of ours hadn't happened... but it had happened, and that was what I kept thinking when I looked at her... Yiota came down. She wasn't expecting me but she was happy. We all sat together drinking wine, a nice company in a warm house; she hadn't mentioned anything to her, I suppose...

At some point, a phone call forced Yiota to leave. I got up with her to leave together. She didn't want to; she begged me to wait for her at her house if, of course, I didn't mind doing so. I had no reason to refuse her, although I still felt somewhat awkward around her.

We continued drinking, talking mainly about Yiota. Into my already dizzy head came the same scene. She had seen me naked on top of her daughter, and that made me feel awkward. Not so much because that thought was also arousing me. Really, how did she feel? With these questions, I looked at her even more intensely, as if I wanted her to tell me herself with her eyes. I got no answer, and so I thought to ask her when we had opened a third bottle of wine...

- How did you feel?

- How, what?

- When you saw me in the room on top... Her cheeks had reddened. From shame, I assumed, but...

- You want to know..?

- Why would I ask, my sweet? I answered her with my perfectly drunk articulation.

She came close to me, leaned forward, and with her incredibly slender fingers, she unbuttoned my pants. She took my cock gently. She looked at me and with her perfect articulation answered me:

- I wasn't impressed, if that's what you want to know.

My awkwardness was greater than my surprise, but in all this, my ego, fueled by two bottles of wine, responded. Not with words... we were already done with those...

I put it in her well-formed mouth, framed by two juicy lips. Holding her deeply by her hair for an infinitesimal moment of immeasurable pleasure, until the slut bit me. I almost fell unconscious from the pain. With the same calm tone of hers, she stood up straight, licked her lips with her fingers, put her foot on my shoulder, almost lifted her skirt, and moved aside her snow-white panties.

- What do you want, slut? You hurt me.

- To lick my pussy, "my sweet"... that's what I want.

Now, why I did it, I don't even know. I was like hypnotized but also still horny for her, I suppose. I put my tongue on her bright red pussy. She was caressing my hair until I made her come in that position. She pressed my face against her so I could feel the last spasm of her orgasm. Then she straightened her panties again, sat in the armchair, and spoke to me:

- Button up... We're done.

- What????

- Button up. What did you take me for?

- A slut perhaps, who hurt me? Eh, and despite that, I licked your pussy until you came.. huh?

She didn't answer me. She filled another glass of wine and was enjoying it across from a stunned, still-horny man, who, with his mouth full of vaginal fluids, continued to remain motionless....

I stayed like that for quite a while until Yiota returned. We went up to her room without fucking. She was "on her period" and so I played with her gorgeous breasts. I even came on them as a sign of my adoration for them.

- ..My God! You filled me with cum.

- Don't you like it? I answered her while I was spreading my cum over her hard nipples.

She went to wash. Perhaps the sensation of having cum all over her breast bothered her. She got up as I was putting some on her lips too. I could still fill her whole, my sweet one, but that wouldn't contribute any more to our already shaken "friendship."

I left the house after a failed blowjob attempt. A successful pussy-licking with her mom and a misunderstood ejaculation on the tits of my possible former friend. No new little stones on our friendship... I had ruined them all... with the cum of my uncontrollable urge. I went home. I couldn't sleep that fucking night. Too much to think about... an unsatisfied craving pushed me to call her. I'd talk to the bitch. I just wanted to fuck her, but to do that I had to speak to her first...

I undressed completely to strengthen the arguments for my ultimate goal and called her house. If Giota answered, I'd hang up, but if it was her mother, I'd start playing with my already hard cock...

- …Hello?

- I'm thinking of you...

- Who the fuck are you?

- Don't talk to me like that. You know who I am... the one who fucked your cunt.

- I'll call the police!

- I want you to take my cock in your mouth.

- ……

- Talk to me...

- …

- I'm naked and...

- How much of a sick fuck can you be?

- Enough, sweetie. For you...

- You fucked my daughter and now you want to fuck me too?

How beautifully she articulated those words! The bitch had turned me on.

- I like hearing it.

- You freak! Never see my daughter again or I'll tell her.

- Tell her what? That I fucked you?

- No, you retard. I'll tell her you came onto me.

- We could have a good time together... you know.

- …Are you jerking off now? I can't believe you're doing this, huh?

- Yes, baby. For you.

She let out a small sigh, the whore. And that was enough for me to finish. She realized it, and after a brief pause, she asked:

- Did you cum?

- So much!

- Good job! Now go to sleep and never call me here again, because I'll have a lot more to tell my daughter...

After that, she hung up. I was left alone with my fluids of longing for her spilled on the floor.

A month passed since then without me seeing Giota again. I was ashamed of everything and felt even worse about that little humiliation from her mother. My involvement with her had been a mistake from the start. I should've stopped there, but unfortunately I didn't. I kept thinking about her in a secret fantasy of mine for several more nights. A fantasy that evolved into an impulse, and the impulse, as always, led to wrong choices and actions.

I loved my mistakes and perhaps even enjoyed them. And I'm sure she thought the same. Otherwise it couldn't be explained when... she called me again.

- I know it's wrong but... she said.

I was outside at a bar. I had trouble hearing her. But her voice was an endless promise of the fleeting pleasure I'd felt with her.

- Half an hour, outside my place. And hurry...

And so it happened. Delirious... I'd become a victim of my passion, something I thoroughly enjoyed. I lit a cigarette and waited across the street, hidden by the sweet night. A scent mixed with the smell of smoke, making me turn around... oh my god!!

There she was. Standing by the half-open door of her car, dressed in black, only her blonde hair and sweet face illuminating the darkness of my desire...

- I won't wait long...

She put her hand inside her skirt, pulled it out immediately, and brought it to my lips. I shivered from her move. She had me as hers and she knew it. With her scent in my mouth. She fed me a little, just enough so I'd follow her like her loyal dog.

In the car, she started caressing me. I'd unbuttoned my pants and had placed her palm inside my underwear.

The bitch liked it. In the midst of this play, she accidentally pressed the gas pedal. That's what I remember, and then a salty taste on my lips and a ringing in my head. We'd crashed into a wall—the car hadn't crumpled.

I got out with my pants down and covered in blood, raising my hands in an attempt to call for help. How ridiculous I must've looked, but I didn't care.

I fell down, tangled in my lowered pants. In my narrowing field of vision, I saw her slumped over the steering wheel, covered by her blonde hair. She seemed motionless until I thought she blew her hair aside. She looked at me with her bruised face, barely managing to whisper something like: "Oh my god... mistake..."

I couldn't speak to her. All I wanted, unconsciously, was to fuck her—no matter how absurd that seemed. I made one last attempt to crawl. In my mouth, I still had her scent. I wanted to reach the "source" that wasn't far from me...

...I never made it. My only chance was lost in that unfortunate night. Maybe it was better that way. I never saw them again. Only sometimes in my thoughts...

...Like an image of incomplete pleasure and strange misfortune, all together in her stiff body provoking me. As if they'd stretched wet fingers dripping with desire before my eyes and I, there... crawling to reach them, chained by my own weakness... until she kicks me hard in the face and darkness, once again, covers my longing for her...