The pill of betrayal - part 04

Part 04: Skinny but very tasty!
Before starting this last story in the series, I need to emphasize that I'm not advocating drugs like Viagra or Cialis. I am making a comment about the benefits these medications have brought me because problems with hypertension coupled with depressive process can only be effectively combated when approached correctly. In doubt always seek medical advice and make your life better for as the slogan says "Sex is Life!"
Recently, while taking my daily walks I began to use a rustic script with streets and squares near where I live. In one of these plazas I noticed that a woman was watching me from afar and always discreetly. So I started observing her and concluded that she is someone very interesting. However, since she was always inside her house looking at me through her window or even when walking around in her small garden disinterestedly, I could not pay more attention to her.
The curious thing happened on a certain day, when she appeared in the square walking between concrete benches carrying her mobile phone and talking to someone ..., it looked like an unintentional posture of a woman walking and speaking with her cellphone.
However, I could see that in fact she was there to observe ... and also be observed. From that day onwards her presence became a constant at the same time as my morning exercise. The situation amused me but excited me too.
A few days later, I stopped to do stretches using a concrete bench right next to the one where my partner was sitting as usual talking on her mobile phone. Discretion aside, I started observing her very carefully: middle-aged brunette woman with smooth hair over her shoulders and bright brown eyes and an engaging smile.
Her body was a note apart: although she was very thin, two things stood out in the whole: her well-made legs and an ass whose dimensions were somewhat unbelievable! She had a slender waist that opened into wide hips delineating a huge buttocks without any disproportion.
I confess that the thought of this naked woman, waving her bundle at me made me salivate like a dog in the Russian experiment. That same day we exchanged some smiles and it was just as well. I walked away with the distinct feeling that she had been watching me while my back was turned. It could be an impression ... but something told me no!
As the days passed, and I progressed in my contact with my new lust; from a smile we went to formal greetings, and then smiles and greets gave way to more exuberant encounters.
It was on a summer afternoon that it happened. I was going to the market for some things, and when I passed in front of her house, she stood at the window and I said hello. She responded with a smile.
-I'm going to the market! <unk> I said, without showing anxiety <unk> Do you want anything?
"No, my dear", she replied softly.
"Do you like chocolate?" I asked with a smile.
"And those who don't like it, are not!" she replied.
-Then I'll assure you that I will bring him a gift.
She just smiled without answering my question.
I walked into the store and bought what I wanted, plus of course a beautiful box of imported stuffed biscuits that seemed to be very tasty. Unfortunately when I returned my new friend was no longer accessible and I even noticed that her bedroom window had been closed, proving that she would not see me again that day. So I went home and saved this present for another occasion.
The next day there she was, sitting in the square with her cell phone in hand. But when I saw her, I realized that she wasn't talking to anyone on the machine ..., and the idea that she was just there to meet me again flashed into my mind! I started my daily cycle trying not to show my excitement of seeing her but it didn't take long for me to get close to her.
I asked permission to do stretches on the same bench she was sitting in, and after doing so, I smiled at her.
-I bought you something! <unk> I said, smiling.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "How beautiful! Thank you! But what is it?"
- A box of biscuits. I said, "Can I go get it now?"
- You don't want to do better <unk> she suggested <unk> Because you bring me the present later in the afternoon and I offer you a fresh coffee.
What time would you prefer?
-After three o'clock in the afternoon, she proposed. Can it be?
I answered cheerfully.
We talked some more about amenities, and then I said good-bye to her with the promise that we would meet again later in the afternoon. I went home, took a shower, changed my clothes, and afterwards had lunch at a nearby restaurant.
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, I grabbed my box of cookies and wandered off to my appointment. I walked up to a low cast-iron gate and looked for the doorbell, but it didn't take long to realize that I had to applaud. And while doing so, I realized that I did not know my friend's name.
Soon she came to see me. She was wearing a short, very fair bermuda that further highlighted her opulent and angular ass, and a blouse with red handles overlaid on top of each other also denouncing the fact that she had worn an identical-colored bra. She unlocked the lock which encircled a thick steel chain and then released the latch opening the gate.
I went ahead and handed him the present, apologizing for not knowing his name yet.
"My name is Maria Aparecida", she replied, with a big smile. But everyone calls me Cidinha!
Immediately, I smiled at her and drew my face closer to hers so that we could exchange a kiss on the cheek. It was clear to me that this attitude of mine had caused a shiver in my new friend who couldn't hide the expression on her face. Breaking the mood, Cinderella invited me inside. She lived in an apartment house whose main entrance stood alongside a long corridor where she felt there were other apartments.
The living room was small, with the walls painted in a bluish-blue already faded by time. Under the little sliding window there was a sofa covered by a quilt somewhat worn out in wine color, and beside it lay a tiny armchair that did not seem to fit together.
In the center there was a small wooden table, also very worn out, where stood a little jar with hibiscuses. At the front of this set, an enormous plasma television from the first generation that seemed even detached from it. Cidinha begged me not to notice the simplicity of the place, which I replied that in the simplification lies sincerity.
She invited me to go into the kitchen, which was even smaller than the living room. The four-chambered stove, refrigerator and sink took up practically all of the usable space, leaving only a tiny compartment where there were an earthenware table and four chairs. Cidinha asked that I sit down and open the cookie wrapper while she put on the table two cups, a sugar bowl and agate kettle.
We had our coffee, hot and strong and we tasted the biscuits. I realized that I should start a more intimate and interesting conversation. I asked her if she was married and she said yes but currently lives with a friend who is working. She also told me that she works too, but at this moment she's on vacation.
"I think your tattoos are beautiful!" she remarked, when I thought the matter was closed.
- I've got sixty percent of my body tattooed.
"Oh, yes I do!" she replied excitedly.
I stood up, took off my shirt and showed her my breasts and then my back.
Can I put my hand on your back?
I replied, remembering my little remedy taken hours before and whose effect was beginning to emerge.
Cidinha stroked my back, and before she could do anything I turned to her and embraced her affectionately; I felt her body warm and pulsating with the evidence that she was very excited. I took hold of her chin, raised her face and stole a kiss which was promptly reciprocated. And what followed was an actual hurricane!
We began to clutch and grope each other, but then I felt Cidinha's hand on the volume pulsating in my wide bermuda; I helped her caress it by loosening the cord from her waist so that she could slide off revealing a thick hard cock.
"Oh, what a fat prick!" she complimented, massaging the bang with vigor.
With an exaggerated gesture, I got Cinderella to take off her blouse and reveal the red half-cup bra. Her breasts were small or medium in size, but their firmness was alarming because as I later found out she was over fifty years old which didn't really look like it.
I suckled and nursed those little titties of horny beaks as she caressed my head without letting go of my roll. The next moment, Cinderella was naked, and I shoved her backwards into the sink while rubbing my roll on her butt. Cinderelle stood upright from behind to make her nipple more accessible and felt its moisture when it wandered across the region.
Cidinha then opened her legs slightly in order to facilitate penetration, which happened quite naturally with the roll sliding into my partner's vagina making her groan from excitement as she rolled over that huge ass while I initiated back and forth movements.
We fucked standing up, and I stroked that ass which was the highlight of my visual field stimulating even more my libido and intensifying movements by punching her wet cheek on a roller.
And my partner laughed! "Oh, what madness!" she exclaimed as we continued our climb. I took the nipples of Cinderella's breasts in my hands and squeezed them gently, a gesture that triggered an almost endless wave of successive laughing at my companion who bordered on insanity with such pleasure.
Cidinha was finished with so much pleasure, and her movements became irregular, denouncing that his body had given the maximum effort. I in turn remained firm thanks to my chemical support, keeping pace and fucking even more. However, I preferred to lighten up on my partner's side, and even without mocking it slows down until they cease altogether.
Cidinha was about to collapse, which is why I took her in my arms and carried her up on the living room couch where I carefully laid her down. I closed the door and let the ambient light be orchestrated by summertime sunlight breaking through the window.
Cidinha asked me to sit down, and lifted her legs; I sat up and she put her feet on my lap, feeling the hardness of my roll.
"Oh, my sweet!" she said with a puff of breath. "You've finished me! And you still have the hard roll! How can it be?
I didn't answer, just rubbed my scroll between her legs to show how hard the dick was and let Cinderella rest for a while. The next thing you know,
I delighted in the bitter taste of her mealy little bite and relished that intense, voracious enjoyment. Brought my mouth to his nipples and sucked them again while biting gently. Cidinha brought her hand up to the roll and squeezed it, feeling its virile hardness.
"Love", she said languidly, "What do you want from me? Do you want to fuck me again?"
I said excitedly, "Fuck your ass".
"I thought you weren't going to ask!" she replied, naively.
Immediately, Cinderella turned her back and stood on all fours, swinging her exuberant ass towards me. "Come ... you hairy bastard! Come fuck my arse, come!" she demanded, almost in a tone of provocation. I took up position and opened my buttocks, exposing the valley between them and consequently the object of my desire.
I tried to be careful, but to my surprise Cinderella had already prepared herself as the roll slid slowly into her anus receiving only a meager initial resistance that was immediately broken allowing me to bury the pike in its guts.
And as I began to stock up, Cinderella would roll over and throw her pelvis against mine allowing for even deeper penetration. As she was slender, I leaned on top of her, carefully fingering her vagina, stopping at her swollen clitoris and provoking more celebrated orgasms.
When the sun had already lost its power, I also felt that my time was up and informed Cidinha about the inevitable. "Goza, my beautiful one", she babbled between a groan and another. Immediately, I unloaded a fucking hot viscous wave on her ass!
It was already dark when Cinderella and I left early. Fortunately for me, I knew that there would be no problems for me since my wife will arrive late and my daughter is with her boyfriend. However, it was Cinderelle who showed concern about the possible arrival of her friend.
Intrigued, I asked her why she was almost in a state of panic. That's when Cidinha told me that she is bisexual (obviously she didn't use this term but I understood). Her eyes were filled with fear and worry about the possibility of Elvira arriving - her friend...and also lover!
I consoled her as best I could and tried to get dressed quickly, while she did the same. Cidinha took me to the gate and we said our goodbyes without much intimacy. But before I could leave, she grabbed my arm, pulling me towards herself. We kissed very passionately.
"Are you coming back?" she asked me, with an unusual twinkle in her eye.
- If that's what you want <unk> I replied kindly <unk> Of course I will come back.
"Tomorrow!" she went on, with a certain enthusiasm.
I went away, convinced that Cinderella really wanted me to return; and this is what happened the next day. This time the gate was open and she was waiting for me ... naked and excited! I threw her affectionately on the sofa and delighted in licking and sucking her little mouthpiece which had already been soaking wet!
Cidinha was looser and much more provocative, asking me to fuck her with male strength...
-Oh, after such a long time! <unk> she babbled at one point <unk> I was in need of a hard and thick roll fucking me ..., go, tasty ..., pyrococcus ..., fuck my ass as it should ...
Although I didn't need new chemical support, I took another dose of CIALIS and kept my performance within expectations despite the side effects and tremendous fatigue that overtook my body the next day.
Cidinha masterfully masturbated me, gently squeezing the balls and then tightening the base of her roll until I ejaculated on his face.
-Uh, how tasty? she said in a hoarse voice while her face was smeared with my fucking. They say it's good for the skin!
We rested on the couch, seated in chains and exhausted. Our sweaty bodies were a living expression of the effort we had put ourselves through. After another exchange of caresses that finally resurrected those who should not have been provoked, Cinderella became excited and asked to ride me.
I laid down on the couch and let her ride me up and down a roller coaster while I nibbled at her hard-boiled nipples. Cidinha mocked again in an almost endless sequence of groans, sighs and gasping breaths.
I didn't have anything to joke about anymore, or even how to joke! So I had no choice but to lie. I pretended to be joking and my partner was so excited that she did not even realize it was a dry orgasm! I left that day ..., and never came back again. Not because she didn' t want to, but rather because this Elvira became very suspicious of the expression of immense joy her partner stamped on his face!
P.S., I'm not advocating for the drug, everyone knows where his or her tail goes... mine no more!