Breaking a virginity.
Every day, just before 1 p.m., I placed my binoculars on a camouflaged tripod focused on the bedroom window of an apartment in a nearby building.
In an immutable ritual, the girl comes home. Tall, pretty, dark hair down to her shoulders, around 20 years old. Her father is lying in bed, reading a book. Sometimes, he caresses a little over his clothes, his cock, which is hard, as I could tell by the volume in the fabric.
The young woman enters the room, he sits on the edge of the bed. She walks up in front of him, lifts her skirt up to her waist.
He pulls down her panties, puts his face between her legs, and sticks his tongue in the small mass of black hair all the way to her pussy.
He pulls his cock out of his pants and starts jerking off. She strokes her hard cock while licking, kissing and sucking her daughter's pussy. He does it with greed, eagerness, haste, eats, with his mouth, her pussy, licking it in a hallucinated way.
It lasts for a while until he reaches the pinnacle of the hand job, tenses his body, screams and cums. It releases the pent-up charge of semen in a strong shot that shoots its cum high and far.
He goes to the bathroom to clean himself up, the girl pulls her panties up, putting them back in place, and leaves the room.
Excited, I masturbated too. It was my daily erotic routine.
One afternoon I saw the girl at the supermarket. She was crouched down, picking something from the lowest shelf. Her knees wide apart, I could fully and good see her panties.
I approached her smiling, and said "hi", she replied the same. I bent down in front of her and we talked, she didn't care because she had her legs open, giving me an erotic and sensual spectacle of her intimacy.
I offered her an ice cream, which we consumed while chatting in a friendly way.
I invited her to my apartment. We went, walking down the street, three quarters. She said her name, abbreviated Tess; I said mine, Billy.
In the living room, we hugged and kissed, wrapping our tongues. Hot, sensual kiss, her body pressing mine. I squeezed her breasts, medium-sized, hard, over the clothes.
I took off her t-shirt, leaving only her white bra on top.
I knelt down in front of her and as if in a lesson well learned, without me having to ask, she lifted her skirt completely.
I quickly lowered her white panties to her knees and saw, enchanted, before me, what I had been wanting for so long. The magnificent pussy with the black hair on top that I watched her dad suck. A delicious, beautiful sex, with a subtle aroma, smell of woman's sex wrapping around my nostrils, intoxicating my senses.
I'm already horny.
I did what I knew she likes and what her father practices on her daily. I shoved my mouth into her pussy.
I reached for the slit between her legs, lips full, joined. I reached her clitoris, which I licked vigorously. Tess kept her eyes closed and tensed her body, moaning nonstop.
Her sounds, moans, intimate smells, pussy heat, very thin vaginal fluids, the taste of the clitoris in my mouth, fundamental details that I didn't understand when I spied on her with the binoculars, were now there available to me.
Tess is a beautiful girl and had a delicious pussy, which I was licking up and down, and she was cumming in my mouth.
I was 25 years old, had a satisfying single sex life, including with call girls, and had never sucked a pussy. It was too good. Tess's in my mouth, me kissing her and sticking my tongue, her cumming in my mouth. An intoxicating pleasure. I wouldn't stop having it with my girlfriends anymore.
Holding her by the hips, I turned her body. I turned her back to me. Her ass, beautiful, very white, magnificently sculpted, right before my eyes.
I grabbed her buttocks, felt them, caressed, squeezed, kissed, nibbled them.
I moved her buttocks apart, saw just a few inches from my eyes, and appreciated the completely closed asshole. A tempting, horny vision, something sensual and wonderful to see in a girl.
I put my finger in the little hole and forced it. I tried to shove it. She screamed. I wasn't able to. It didn't go in. It was too closed.
I changed the strategy. I turned her back to face me, her legs open and now I put my finger in her pussy. Would be easier. It didn't go in either. Very tight vagina. She screamed louder. And moved her body away.
"What is it, anyway?", I asked, anxiously, threatening to get angry.
"My cherry," Tess said, embarrassed, stammering, as if she wanted to justify and apologize to me.
I was upset. And I felt like an idiot, yelling at her. I simply wanted to put my finger inside her, in both holes, acting like a male rapist, and they were closeds. Blockeds.
A virgin.
How could I know that. Or envision.
For this reason, she was only sucked into the vagina by her father. He gave her oral pleasure between her legs and masturbated. Never completely consummating the sexual act. Her daughter was a virgin, he knew it and kept her that way, giving her pleasure through her mouth and not his penis.