The Daughter of Her Friend

I am thirty-four years old and for the past year my life hasn't been very interesting. I am married to George, a man considerably older than me, who provides me with whatever I ask for. I live almost alone, since my husband is a sales representative and often travels to the provinces, in a very luxurious apartment. We don't have children, we don't have fun even in the few moments we are alone, we either watch TV or remain silent, each lost in our own thoughts.

As for sex, I'd better not mention it. I don't even remember when we last did it. And yet, sex for me is one of the most basic needs. Sometimes, in moments of crisis, I thought about cheating on him but I found it unethical. If he doesn't satisfy me, the best thing I could do was to leave him and live my life as I thought best. Gradually, I began to discover self-gratification. I would lock myself in my room and, closing my eyes, imagine men with wonderful bodies and huge tools caressing me, kissing my entire body and in the end making love to me through all my holes. I would reach orgasm with my hands caressing my breasts and my pussy.

After each masturbation, although relieved, I felt guilty. Could it be that imagining young men plowing my body with their huge cocks is also a form of cheating? But as a rule, our body has its own moral codes and reacts contrary to the mind. Gradually, I discovered new ways of satisfaction. Various long and thick objects would enter my hungry pussy and give it pleasure, and once when I inserted a fairly large carrot into my back hole I had such a powerful orgasm that I will never forget it in my entire life. I discussed my problem with my best friend, Sasha, who lives in the apartment exactly above mine. "But this behavior of yours is normal. What, you think I don't masturbate? My husband may be home every day but as for sex, forget it. Once a month and even that reluctantly. Thank goodness we managed to have our Marianna because..."

I looked at her strangely. What she was telling me seemed unbelievable to me. I was sure that the only unhappily married woman in the world was me.

"Except that I have progressed compared to you. I have made masturbation a science," said Sasha, bursting into laughter. I asked for clarification. She explained to me.

"Well, my little chick. What cucumbers and carrots are you talking about. Those were used by our grandmothers. Wait a minute, I'll show you."

She got up and went into her bedroom. I was impatient to learn what she meant when she talked about scientific masturbation. She returned with a triumphant smile. "Here," she said, "take a look at these." She placed on the table some elongated boxes. "They are vibrators. Various sizes, each for a different use." I looked at her astonished. Not that I hadn't heard of vibrators but I could never have imagined that Sasha had an entire arsenal of these plastic objects.

She opened the boxes one by one and, taking out their contents, explained their use to me. "This one here is for immeasurable depth. Over twenty-five centimeters. You are a beginner. You might get hurt. Look, this little thing here is for sex from behind. I put it inside me and I can stay for endless hours with my ass full." She was showing me the plastic dicks and I was looking speechless.

"Oh, and something else. The best masturbation happens when you also have a show. I put a cassette in the video - you know, porn - and I get excited when I see huge cocks going in and out of wide-open pussies. At the same time I shove a vibrator inside me and I come to orgasm in seconds."

I was confused. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do the slightest thing with these plastic dildos. As if Sasha read my thought, she continued. "In order to put all these fruits and vegetables inside you, vibrators are preferable. Here, I'll give you this vibrator. It's unused. Give it a try and if you don't like it, go back to the cucumbers. Take this cassette too. It's the combination that makes a woman fly to the heavens with pleasure."

I barely managed to put the vibrator and the cassette in my bag. Marianna, Sasha's daughter, entered the living room. She greeted me and ran to her room. "In a little while, when she discovers the swimsuit I bought her, who can talk to her. She wants a jet-black swimsuit. I bought her a white bikini. She'll burn hearts tomorrow on the island where we'll spend our vacation. Did you see how she's grown? You should see the looks from men on the street, how they look at her. Ready to tear her apart." I agreed. Indeed, Marianna was a wonderful creature. We drank our coffee and after thanking Sasha, I went down to my apartment. My heart was beating like crazy. My body had gone numb while my pussy, just at the thought of the vibrator, had become wet. I opened the box and took out the plastic dildo. A perfect imitation of a male organ. The cockhead huge and hard and on its shaft with every detail, raised veins. I put the cassette in the video and sat comfortably on the couch.

On the screen appeared a gorgeous blonde girl preparing to go to sleep. She was wearing a transparent nightgown that let her wonderful body be seen in every detail. Two large, firm breasts with two excessively large jet-black nipples. At the sight of these impressively large nipples, my body caught fire. I had never made love with a woman and I didn't intend to, but this sight was stimulating. I thought that those nipples couldn't possibly be real. They're probably makeup but however it was, it was something impressive. Suddenly, the door opened and into the girl's bedroom entered another woman.

"I watch you every night," she told her, "undressing. Those huge nipples of yours that look like little caps have aroused me. I can't calm down. I want to touch them, lick them, bite them."

My hand went downwards. I opened my thighs and touched with my fingers my pussy. It was soaked. I was aroused. My other hand grabbed the vibrator. Indeed, impressive nipples, I thought. And what wouldn't I give to have this girl next to me. Her nipples are unrealistic but they've driven me to the limit. I was preparing to put the vibrator between my thighs and shove it into the depth of my pussy hole which, for the sake of this girl with the huge nipples, had become soaked, when the doorbell rang. I hid the vibrator under the couch cushion and stopped the video. I straightened my skirt and opened the door. Like a whirlwind, Marianna entered the living room holding two white pieces of fabric. She was upset and in tears. She began to shout and stomp her foot stubbornly on the floor.

"I've explained to her a thousand times that I don't wear white swimsuits. She doesn't understand and then she says she loves me. Is that a mother? It's like she's doing it on purpose. Look what she bought me. A white swimsuit. I'm not going on vacation with this thing. I'll stay here."

I closed the door and approached her. I was trying to understand why she was so angry. The way she was upset, she resembled a wild animal trying to escape the teeth of some fierce beast. Her rich, long hair fell over her shoulders while her teary eyes looked like two precious sparkling gems. She was wearing a short black dress held up by two straps from her lovely shoulders.

She sat on the sofa and angrily threw onto the floor the two tiny pieces of fabric she was holding. I tried to calm her down. I gently stroked her hair and sat next to her. She burst into sobs and rested her head on my chest. I admit that move of hers stirred me up. I was already aroused from the video I had been watching a little while ago. My eyes were fixed on the deep neckline of her dress. Her two breasts, not very large, formed a deep cleavage between them, and with every sob her little mounds swelled.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong. You know how much I love you. Tell me and you'll see everything will be fixed. Then you'll go on vacation. I wish I had your grace."

After a few seconds of silence, Marianna began to tell me her problem. She explained to me that she detests the color white and how it was impossible for her to wear that swimsuit and go into the sea. I tried to understand the problem. I told her that the white color would accentuate her body and that after two or three swims, when her skin had tanned, it would make a beautiful contrast.

"It's not that," Marianna began to explain to me, between sobs. "My breasts have a problem. I'll be a laughingstock."

I was stunned. Could this beautiful breast possibly have some problem? I thought it was all just in the little one's imagination. I told her she had one of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen and that many girls, even those who appear daily on television, would envy it. Then what's the difference between a white and a black swimsuit? If there's a problem, it's the same with both colors. Marianna looked at me surprised.

"But don't you understand?" she asked me. "It's not exactly my breast. On the contrary, it's quite nice. But look, the edges are hard and jet black." "So what do you mean the edges? The areolas?" Marianna nodded affirmatively. "Yes, I have a problem. They're huge and jet black. Whatever I wear, if it's light-colored, they show clearly. I'll be a laughingstock."

My mind raced to the girl's areolas in the video. Those huge areolas that had made my pussy fill with its juices and I almost masturbated because of them.

"Stop the nonsense," I told her. "I think all this is in your head. Is that possible?"

Marianna stubbornly grabbed the swimsuit and ran to the bathroom. In a few minutes she returned. She had lowered her dress to her waist and on top she was wearing her white swimsuit. A tiny piece of fabric that barely covered her areolas. Covered, the word says it, since beneath the light-colored swimsuit two round, jet-black areolas were clearly visible like two huge stains.

"Understand?" Marianna said to me. "Understand why I don't want this color? And if I go into the sea and it gets wet, then it's like I'm wearing nothing. If you don't believe me, come to the bathroom to see."

She had a childish innocence in her words. I followed her. We entered the bathroom. She filled her palm with water and soaked one of her breasts. A huge jet-black areola made its appearance. My knees couldn't hold me. I felt my pussy filling with fluids and my clitoris hardening. As naturally as I could, I suggested I take a look. She allowed me. The tiny top part of her swimsuit soon ended up on the floor. My fingers began to caress her breasts. Every now and then I asked her if it hurt. She answered negatively. Two of my fingers grabbed and pressed one of her areolas. The sensation was wonderful. Hard as stone. I noticed that slowly its edge began to enlarge and rise towards me. "Now what do you feel?" I asked her.

"Nothing," she answered me with a sigh. I was sure she liked it the way I was caressing her breast. I couldn't take it anymore. I bent down and put her huge and already erect areola in my mouth. I sucked and licked it. Marianna sighed, surrendering to my caresses.

"Let's go inside to the living room," she told me. "I want to see your areolas too."

We ended up in the living room undressing each other. We fell to the floor and began an erotic game full of caresses and moans, which we both knew where it would lead us. We pressed our breasts together, making our areolas rub against each other. I felt the huge, hard tips of her tits scraping against mine and I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I turned my body over and lay on top of hers. We did a wonderful 69. Our heads buried between our thighs licked the juices that ran abundantly from our wide-open pussies. Her pussy was wonderful, hidden in a thick bush of pubic hair, only letting her rosy clitoris show slightly. I parted the curly little hairs and took the sensitive little skin of hers with my lips. I licked it and pulled it forcefully. At the same time, I thrust two of my fingers deep into her pussy. I was fucking her with my fingers, making her suffer wonderfully. She was doing the same to my pussy. Suddenly we sat on the floor. I brought one of my legs between her thighs and plunged my fingers inside her. She moaned and screamed while with one hand she rubbed her clitoris and with the other she pulled her wonderful breast areolas. I grabbed one of her legs and pushed it into my wide-open pussy. I felt the little toes of her foot filling my pussy. Marianna had reached her limit.

"Fuck me, fuck my pussy with your foot. I'm cumming, I'm finishing. What a great fuck you're giving me. I'm going crazy." We came simultaneously. Our legs were filled with our pussy cum. Marianna looked me straight in the eyes.

"I want you," she told me, "I want you a lot. I want us to do it every day." I bent down and kissed her. "Don't worry, I'll arrange it." That same evening I met Sasha, her mother. "You don't understand," I told her, "why she doesn't want to come on vacation with you. There's some young guy she likes. Does she have her mind on islands with you? Leave her here. I'll take care of her. Don't worry. I'll call you every day to keep you updated."

Sasha agreed. I spent two wonderful weeks with Marianna. Every evening I updated her mother. I told her Marianna was having a wonderful time. I was telling her the truth.