THE RETRIBUTION

Win my day! The story I'm about to tell now needs to be narrated in the first person, because it happened to me, and with all due respect, I ask you to reassert that I only make this narrative in this pronoun to give it the necessary validity, but without any intention of telling advantage or putting myself in an advantage over anyone else. As you all know, I am a middle-aged man, married and father of an adult daughter, who has experienced several disagreements – such as the one narrated in “Man again” – and found that the pleasure in sex for me, at least in recent years, has only happened with a “biochemistry” help, whose name is CIALIS. After I discovered this “little medicine” my sex life improved a lot! And that is an unequivocal statement! Well, without much detail about my work, I can only say that one day a woman came looking for me, indicated by a lawyer my friend, saying that her late husband, retired aeronautical officer, had left a lawsuit in which, from what she knew, there was a cash balance that had never been received. It had brought with it some corroded and already colorless papers, in which it distinguished the number of the said process. I asked her to let me take some copies of those documents, because I needed to look into it to find out what it was about, ... she agreed, because she said that the lawyer – our common friend – had told her that I was a person of absolute trust. So I did, returning the originals to that woman I tried to observe in more detail: Her name was Celina and it was also a middle-aged brunette, dark hair cut up to the shoulders, medium height, well-made body (but without exaggeration, except for the buttocks that seemed to be wonderfully well-made) and a very youthful and well-cared face. She thanked me, asking how we could keep in touch. I thought for a moment, and I thought it would be okay to provide you with the office phone, because it would be abusive of me to give you my cell phone number, asking her to call me a week from now. We said goodbye with a simple handshake. I returned to my daily work activities and at the end of that afternoon I contacted a friend who works in this area and asked him for help. He asked me for the file number and asked me to send those documents through an electronic message. I scanned the documents and sent him the e-mail, waiting for news. Casually, the next day, the lawyer who had referred me to Celina showed up at the office and asked me if she had contacted me, and I promptly replied yes. The lawyer – whose name was Janete – was immensely grateful and told me that she did not know how to thank me, ... I immediately adopted an ironic posture and replied that there were several forms of thanks, ... she, in turn, was blushed and unkind (Janette was a brunette with sparkling black eyes and plus size body, who had always caused me thoughts beyond obscene!). He laughed to break the climon that had formed, but kept the answer unaltered. She approached me and fixed her eyes on my asking what kind of thanks I was thinking. Without pouting, I came a little closer and said point-blank: “How about a kiss?” Janete blushed again, and her look turned away from mine. But I stood firm (after all, I had already thrown the bait and could no longer retreat). She hesitated for a moment to then raise her eyes and say gently: “But here! Now?” – I laughed contained giggling that obviously that was not the place and neither was the time for it. I weighed the situation for a moment and continued, daring a proposal far more than indecent. - It could be here, but not now... how about later? - I thought my heart was coming out of my mouth! What an insane boldness!, I thought, hoping that Janete would make a scandal right there in front of all my coworkers and my director. For a moment almost imperceptible, I thought I was literally in the shit, and that proposal could become a nightmare. But what was not my surprise when Janete, recovering from the surprise that my last words had caused, smiled somewhat maliciously, and sat with her head. “See you later, then, ...” - her words sounded like a little explosion inside my mind. She quit with a look between the insinuator and the provocateur. I love it! My workplace is a public environment in which people enter and leave all the time, which is why, even after the end of the working hours, people can still stay inside the premises, as well as they can circulate without intervention, since most employees withdraw as soon as they are allowed (this explanation is necessary to understand why my crazy proposal for Dr. Janete). I usually prolong my workday, mainly because my wife also does it in her workplace which, by a miserable chance of fate, is very close to mine, and so we can leave together. And that day, even after the thing with Janete, I kept working after hours, just imagining that my proposal to the lawyer would be restricted to the world of hypotheses and that from there would not leave, ... I read mistake! It was past eight o'clock and I was just in my work bay eliminating some useless files from my personal computer when I heard footsteps walking towards where I was. They were steps of women's shoes in high heels (sound very known to me), and as I knew that on that floor there was no one else but me, I got up to see who was there. And what was not my surprise when I glimpsed Dr. Janete walking towards where I was. I felt my roll hardening at the same time! (certainly under the effects of the female presence, coupled with the fact that I had taken a “little compress a few hours earlier for an unexpected session in the warmth of my home with the wife!) I thought of the various possibilities that could happen, completely forgetting the saying that alerts the fact that “where you earn the bread, you do not eat the meat!”, considering that that “meat” did not belong to the place where I earned the bread, and letting the event flow for its own reasons. Janete was a temptingly exciting woman. As I said earlier, she was a beautiful brunette “plus size” with black and sparkling eyes, thin lips, and a body of crazy men like me who love a “full table”. She came into my bay, asking why I was there so late. And before I could answer, she put her purse and briefcase on the table approached me by glueling her body to mine. As soon as I felt her closeness and the warm warmth that her body emanated, I had no doubt to entangle her in my arms and kiss her passionately. It was a delicious and provocative kiss, inciting ideas of what might happen next, like my hand walking through that big bust that seemed to want to explode out of Janete's blouse. They were divine breasts (or at least they seemed to be, since they were protected by clothing). As soon as we got rid of that delicious kiss, I very excitedly took Janete by the hand and pulled it walking in front of her. We left my work bay and continued walking to the women's bathroom (!). We entered, and my hands did not waste time, trying to open Janete's blouse exposing her bust in a bra that I call half-mouth (more known as half-glass), which was opened by Janete herself in order to expose to my eyes and my desire those two unmissable delights. I was ecstatic by the vision of those anatomical wonders: they were large, pear shaped and whose relative firmness, besides unusual, denoted that they were jewels cultivated by their owner as a trophy to be exhibited only to some privileged (and I, at that moment, was one of them!). Its nipples were small and protruding, swollen in the face of the excitement that went through the body of Janete, surrounded by broad halos and whose rosy color highlighted the whole work. Pressed by the menacing urgency of time and place, I fell on my mouth in those delicacies sucking them and licking them with a unique suffering as Janete caressed my hair moaning quietly and, on occasion, biting the tips of my ears. While enjoying those fruits of paradise (which I had long coveted), I was surprised by one of Janete's hands caressing my prick over his pants, squeezing it and feeling its full extent. That excited me even more, and without fear of possible consequences, I unstuck my belt, unbuttoned my pants and opened my zipper, furiously pushing it down with my already half-stuck underwear, allowing the lawyer's hands to feel my roll that was pulsing madly. The woman's dexterity in caressing my cock was fantastic, since she played with the glans, passed her fingertips at the bottom of the base to her head and, on the other hand, pressed her volume making it pulsate even more. I can't deny that my will was to undress that very hot woman, put her on four and penetrate her with the vigour that expanded my sex in an unusual way, ... but the situation we found ourselves in was not safe enough to do so. It was when Janete raised my face that was dipped in those spectacular breasts and stared at me in the eyes asking me with a half-barred voice: - I think it’s time for the thanks you deserve, ...” - saying this, Janete knelt in front of me and yanked my cock, making him disappear into his avid mouth, sucking it and licking it sweetly. That gesture almost made me lose my senses. It was the hottest blow job I'd ever had in my life. Janete had a remarkable experience in providing pleasure to the male through her mouth. Her tongue was playing with my glande causing little chills that went up all over my body and every time she simulated penetration, I had the clear feeling that I was fucking her. And that blow job lasted so long, that I almost lost track of time, just resuming the reality that surrounded us when my cock gave me signs that I was about to mock. Holding Janete's hair with softness and kindness, I announced quietly that I was to come. - Come to me, my hot male, ... - said she the moment she took her dick out of her mouth to look at my face - come in my mouth that I will swallow everything, ... Those were magic words for me, because the next moment I was ejaculating in Janete's mouth that didn't waste a single drop, swallowing it all with a languid, sensual look. It was something unprecedented, since my wife had never had oral sex and, much less, swallowed the semen, ... When the jets ceased, Janete still carefully licked my dick leaving her completely clean and shiny. He stood up and hugged me, whispering in my ear a thank you for “adventure”; I looked at her and told her that it was I who should thank her, telling her about her having been the first to suck my cock and swallow my semen. She was flattered and kissed me sorely. Reciprocate the kiss and after another lick on those almost heavenly breasts, I helped her pull herself together and we left the bathroom towards the elevator hall. I went downstairs and she continued to the garage where her car was. We said good-bye with one more passionate kiss and each one went his way, ... I, feeling fully rewarded for an unforgettable adventure. I picked up my wife at work and we went home, talking amenities and some work-related stuff. I didn't have to disguise anything, because I could act naturally, even though my mind still grazed events with Janete a few hours earlier, savoring that sexy woman. I remembered for a moment even though it remained under the effects of the “pleasure pill” (few people know that CIALIS has prolonged effect for thirty-six hours!), but I thought that night hardly anything would happen at home, ... read mistake! DISFUSTING MARRIAGE FOOD As soon as I was home, dressed and drawn on the sofa in the living room, I continued the lively conversation with my wife – which I will only call Amelia – and then we went to eat something. And it was after 11:00, when she told me she was going to retire, because she was very sleepy and very tired of the troubles of another day of toil. I told him I'd be right there, and I stood there, in front of the TV, looking at the screen, but thinking about the adventure that had happened with Janete. I wondered how good it would be to fuck that exuberant woman, penetrating her from behind and having the almost paradisiacal view of her enormous and well-done ass (which I could only imagine according to the tactile exploration I had done hours earlier). I was so excited by the images that walked through my mind that soon I felt that my instrument was showing signs of being alert. I felt his hardness and stroked him with one of his hands inside the broad shorts he was wearing. And that hardness left me “in bulletpoint”, while I imagined that my wife was already completely taken to sleep, and I was left only to follow the same path. I went upstairs, went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I turned out the lights and after my usual prayers, undressed my clothes and lay in bed, falling asleep a few minutes later. Normally, I do not usually go into deep sleep very quickly, because my mind continues to operate for some time, which is why my waking state remains more active than usual. But that night, I fell into deep sleep almost immediately, and as soon as that happened I started dreaming (something very rare to happen to me). In the dream I saw myself fucking Janete. I don't know where we were and why we were, I just know that she was all four on a bed and I was penetrating her vigorously with strong and intense movements. She groaned, called me tough, hot, and asked me for more, wanted to enjoy more, while I was just worried about making that wish (I wanted her to come a lot, no matter without, in the end, I would or would not have an orgasm). The view of Janete's butt – even though it was mere fertile imagination of a perverted man – was simply maddening, to the point that I almost felt my hands caressing the soft skin of her buttocks while continuing to give the best of me in that dream performance. And to my surprise, when I found myself, returning to reality and slowly waking up from the heavy sleep, I realized that it was partially real: I was “snupping” with my wife and had already lifted up her fine nightgown and lowered her panties, and then shoved my very hard cock in her mouth that was also very moist and receptive to my harassment. We moved frantically, with stabs that were welcomed by the pelvis allowing a little deeper penetration, while my hands played with the breasts of hardened beaks wishing to have them in their mouths. At some point, Amelia turned to me, putting her leg on top of my hip and pushing her pussy towards my cock that, again, penetrated that well-known hole rebooting the moves of going and coming. In this position I was able to quench my will to suck and lick those delicious nipples that were still swollen crying for a skillful tongue and an eager mouth. And – necessary to confess – even though I had an excellent fuck my mind still had the image of Janete, her eyes, her breasts and her ass excite me and provoking in me a vigour that every moment renewed itself completely, allowing me to insist on the movements and causing successive orgasms in Amelia that groaned and cried for more, ... more chick and more fucked! Little time passed for me to put my wife on the edge of the bed and, standing behind her, restart a vaginal penetration with vigorous and vigorous movements. With every move, I would push my wife forward, and she, in retribution, would push her body back towards the brave prick, shoving her whole in her yawn that was already completely soaked by the orgasms previously appreciated. I felt great, with that renewed vigor at the expense of a “chemical support”, and the certainty that that climbing was much better that it might seem, even aware that the use of “support” had not occurred only at that time. Some time later, Amelia confessed her tiredness that bordered on prostration and asked me to come inside. Without knowing what he was talking about, I told him that I wouldn't come inside, but that I would come around his ass. She tried to resist, saying she wanted to feel the sperm wave fill her whole body, but still, I denied and kept the original decision. That said, I intensified my movements, until the height of my endurance, and the moment I realized that the orgasm was very close, I pulled my dick out and finished the “service”, with a providential hand job, ejaculating right on top of Amelia’s untouched anus. The jets were so intense that the semen leaked throughout the region of Amelia's body, flowing through her pussy and buttocks, leaving even her back sloshed with so much expelled load. I kept jerking off until there was not even a drop left to be eliminated, and finally I fell on the bed next to my wife who, lying on her stomach, breathed at the weariness of so much effort. We fell asleep at the same moment, naked and on the edge of the bed, without realizing the runaway semen, my half-hardened dick and our unusual nudity. I woke up in the morning with Amelia's hands playing with my cock in half a mast and kissing my chest lovingly. He told me it was time to wake up because we needed to get to work. I held Amelia by her shoulders and asked her why she was starting something she didn't intend to finish. “And who said I won’t finish?” - his words reflected exactly what his hands were doing: applying a hot hand job to me, and asking me to come right there, ... come now, ... because she was telling me! Amelia's words sounded an alarm in my brain as they excited me. My wife giving me orders was too much! I loved that dominating gesture and felt my roll get stiffer and stiffer while suffering the attack of the hands of a naked, horny female. I played with the breasts at my disposal and bravely resisted Amelia's energetic movements on my roll. I was very excited and she knew that well, because she insisted on ordering me not to come until she told me she could do it, staring at me with a challenging and provocative look. It was a female in heat with the command, literally, in her hands. I was, at that moment, the object of her desire and it was not long before she ordered me to come at that moment. Then came a strong, impulsive ejaculation, blasting jets up and making my cock vibrate with an unmeasured intensity. When it was finally over, Amelia kissed me on the mouth and got up from the bed heading to the bathroom to take a shower. And a few hours later we were saying goodbye, when I left her in front of her work and walked towards mine. I thought the day had begun very well and that everything that came after should be better! Apparently, that really became a reality. Just before lunch, I received a call from my friend, saying that those documents I had sent him concerned a process of indemnity in which the author (Celina's husband) had benefited from a favorable sentence and that, after the settlement of that sentence, the amount due was fixed and deposited in court. According to what he still told me, the value, updated for today, orbited around some seventy thousand reais. I was grateful for the attention of my friend, whom I thanked greatly for the information, asking him further how the widow should proceed to get that money. He replied to me that it would be enough for a simple petition addressed to the court holding the court where he set up the proceedings accompanied by the documents necessary for it to raise that importance. Once again, I thanked him and said goodbye with a greeting on the phone. Then I called Janete and told her what I found out. She was exultant by my promptness and said she would prepare the petition by asking me to contact her as soon as Celina contacted her cell phone number so that both of them could resolve that matter as soon as possible. I agreed immediately and tried to say goodbye in the most formal way possible (after all, I did not want to imply anything about what had happened the day before so as not to provoke an uncomfortable situation). But what wasn't my surprise when Janete, before returning her farewell, told me that as soon as that money was released she would buy me an executive lunch wherever I wanted. My dick hardened immediately and the answer came to the mouth without any kind of brake, and I saw myself telling her that at this lunch the main course would be her! Janete laughed openly, relieving that my request was an order! I hung up the phone with a feeling that the best with Janete was still coming. The following week I received the call from Celina and passed on all the information, including Janete's cell phone number, advising her to contact her as soon as possible. Celina was immensely grateful and for more than once asked how I could repay my attention, ... (that wonderful ass would be a good choice!), I disconverted by telling her that I only helped a friend who was Dr. Janete and that nothing needed to be repaid. Celina was not content with my words and told me that as soon as she received the money she would call to find out what I would like to gain (she knew that money was in the last place before the possibility of eating that widow balzakian!). I hung up on the phone after a long thank-you exercise, and I thought the matter would close right there. But... again I read mistake! As the days passed, I completely forgot Celina and her promises, as well as an eventual surprise appearance of Janete had disappeared from my mind, (although I need to confess that having that huge breast-tough submissive to my middle-aged male hornyness was the best of worlds!); and I became involved with my work and my graduate course. On some nights I caught myself with the image of Janete naked next to me, playing with my hard, throbbing prick while I was sucking on those cinematographic breasts, and ended up waking up with a wonderful erection that would send me to Amelia's yawn which, in turn, did not make a plea. After a few months, Celina had become only a memory (remember that well-designed butt that seemed to have remained intact even after widowhood due to the absolute lack of boldness of the male on duty). Coming! On a beautiful autumn morning (the season I like best after winter), I was surprised by Celina's visit. She approached the door of the room where I worked and stood there for a few moments, waiting for me to understand her presence. It took me a while to realize that there was someone looking at me, when I realized her presence. I looked and I could hardly believe what I was seeing, and Celina was simply stunning! He was wearing a flowery little dress with thin straps that highlighted his well-forned bust of a woman at the wolf age. The legs on display were beautiful examples of physiological architecture and the face looked like someone who besides taking very good care of himself did not denounce any shadow of a widow at the mercy of the storms of life and time. Anyway, I looked and I didn't believe what I saw! She smiled at me and raised one hand shaking her index finger as a call to me to come to her. I got up out of my chair and walked up to her walking away from my work bay. As soon as I approached her, she backed out of the room instigating me to follow her into the continuous corridor. We greeted each other effusively, and she, without showing any fear, hugged me and kissed me in the face, which left me without action for a few moments. He then asked me if we could come down for coffee, a suggestion that I immediately welcomed (always thinking about possibilities). We reached the street in a few moments, and as soon as we were on our way to a small coffee pot near the building where I worked, once again I was surprised by Celina who got involved in my arm demonstrating a repressed intimacy. I welcomed those arms with a certain affection, thinking that it was some kind of thank-you (they may call me an idiot, but I did not think what most would think at that moment), and I felt that she liked my receptiveness. We arrived at the coffee shop and after making our orders, we looked for a more reserved table to make us more comfortable. I was unable to take away my greedy eyes from that beautiful woman who was beside me... I could feel the warmth of her skin and the scent of the sweet perfume she was wearing. I imagined her naked and ready for an animal sex, something that left me in a bullet point, feeling her prick hardening and pulsing into her pants. While we were enjoying our drinks, Celina surprised me again. He opened his purse and took out a pack of hundred real bills, placing them on the table and pushing them towards me. I looked at it and the blood went up to my face. He felt a huge heat wave taking over my being, and I breathed deeply for a few moments before I dared to ask a question. - It's okay. What is it, Celina? See, if that's what I'm thinking, I think you'd better keep that money back, because it's just going to hurt me deeply, ... - As soon as I uttered those words I saw Celina's eyes twitched, as her face lost its glow and smile disappeared from her lips. I felt very bad about the way I spoke to her, and being careful not to make the situation more unpleasant than it was, I touched her hands with mine after a few moments, holding her chin, causing her eyes to face me again. I needed to undo that heavy air that had formed between us. - It's okay. I'm sorry, Celina, ...but I don't want your money, ...by the way, I never wanted to, ... my intention was to just help you without counting any kind of retribution, ... - Huh! I'm sorry, Celina's voice sounded low and weak, she was sad for the result of her good intentions. - What? But, did you say any retribution? - that woman's tone of voice, for a moment, robbed my head with a crazy, bold idea, and after considering the possible risks of my response, she concludes that opportunities arise and you should not waste them. - Well, ... maybe there's something we both want and it could be a mutual retribution – said that while my hand gently caressed her chin and face. Celina was flushed immediately, but the simple fact that she did not retreat before my subtle caress denounced that we were on the right path (or rather, I was on the right path!). - It's okay. But here, now? - Celina formulated what could be a question or an allegation. I smiled subtly, for in my mind, “retribution had already become a reality, ... but, through doubts that never shut up, I made it clear to her that it was not about returning what I had done for her, but the possibility of getting to know each other better (in the biblical sense, of course!). She smiled a little embarrassed and awkward, but nodded, agreeing with my proposal. I told her then if we could meet the next morning, asking also where I could pick her up. Celina agreed to the meeting, but as for the place she chose to opt for a neutral area, suggesting that we meet in the parking lot of a supermarket near my work, an immediate proposal accepted by me that smiles at her with an enormous desire to kiss her (something that seemed to me to be reciprocal), but that I tried to contain for the right moment. As we took our drinks, Celina looked at me with a kind of lost child look and after a moment of weighting, asked me if I found her really attractive, ... I ran out of action, even because the question did not seem to have fit (after all, she was a woman!), but immediately told her yes. She smiled and finished her coffee. We said goodbye at the door of the building where I work and walked that beautiful woman away from me. For a moment, I pictured Celina naked and the idea made me crazy as hell horny. The next day arrived, and not without some anguish, (sleepy night, horny and anxious), meeting me at the farewell of my wife who went to work before me, because on that day our schedules were different, which, after a distant kiss put me to the meeting that awaited me. Within minutes I was on my way to the place where Celina would be waiting for me. But on the way, a doubt robbed my mind: we had not arranged the place inside the parking lot of that supermarket where she would expect me, and possibly a mismatch could happen. I got even more anxious than I was already, and I thought it would all fall apart! And what was not my surprise when, as I passed the electronic gate that gave access to the parking lot, I saw Celina standing next to a car. I worked towards you and for a moment I had a dazzle when I saw that sexy woman waiting for me. She was wearing a black dress short and very tight, ornate by a generous cleavage that emphasized her bust between the middle and the big, heel-high shoes and loose hair, but well cared for. I stopped the car and unlocked the door. Celina came in and before I could do anything she grabbed me by the neck and gave me a suffocating kiss. Immediately reciprocates the kiss by exploring your mouth with my tongue and feeling her savour my saliva, ... it was a kiss full of lust and horny! When we finally broke up, I felt my dick pulsing hard into my pants almost threatening to jump out of them. I asked Celina to close and door and we left to go to a well-known motel in the area. On the way, Celina apologized to me for the previous robbery saying that since her husband had died she had no longer “known another man” and that she felt a little unkind in that situation. I gave her a warm laugh, without sounding ironic or sarcastic, and then I told her that I loved her initiative and that I hoped she'd stay that way. That's when her smile got naughty and touching her mouth in my ear told me she was out of underwear! The entrance to the motel was disturbed by my haste in running to the room and I didn't even argue when the attendant said there was only one more expensive suite available, taking the key from her hands as soon as she took our papers. In a few minutes, I maneuvered the car and parked inside the garage of the suite automatically triggering the gate lock as I felt Celina's hand boiling my thick, hard prick. She seemed out of it, because in a few seconds she had already put the instrument out feeling its volume and extension. I looked at her completely caught up in the situation: a widow playing with my dick and wishing to be possessed by her was the best! The way I was getting out of the car and around the front, I approached the passenger door, allowing Celina to leave the vehicle. Before she could do anything, I took her in my arms and kissed her with more suffering than before, while my hands were walking through her curves, feeling what would soon be mine. We broke up, and I got her to turn her back on me and right there, in the garage of the suite, I pulled the zipper from the dress, leaving Celina completely naked with very high heels. The vision was that of an exuberant body, in well-defined ways and whose firmness of the breasts and buttocks impressed – it was not that firmness obtained at hard expense in gymnastics, but something of a genetic quite benevolent with it. Celina was a little out of her mind. He knelt down and immediately took my cock in his mouth sucking and licking with voracity from those who had long had to do so. I caressed his silky hair just following the movement of his mouth, without forcing anything, ...just savoring the moment. I wanted to possess her very much, and so I made her interrupt what she was doing and after taking her in the arms I walked towards the bedroom of the suite (thanking her for not having stairs between me and him!), depositing my “sweet cargo” on the bed and getting rid of my clothes as quickly as I could. I jumped on her drowning my thirst in those perfect, deliciously exciting breasts. I sucked my nipples until I felt them tummy inside my mouth, nibbling them gently one after the other. Celina rubbed her pubis into my cock, provoking her as much as she could while whispering in my ear that she wanted to feel penetrated by that "thick thing" that I had. Without diverting attention from the delicious breasts, I lifted my waist and pointed the roll toward the “target” while penetration was “helped” by Celina’s providential hand. As soon as I stuck my head in, she groaned loudly and I stopped my moves asking her if it hurt. - It's okay. Yes, it is, like my first time! But... go on, please... don't stop, I want... I accepted the “invitation” to continue my “task” and tried to advance without pity. After the first third, I felt that Celina's vagina moistened to facilitate all the work. She groaned again, but only this time, it was a receptive and adorably provocative groan. I shoved everything up her throat and she groaned louder, kissed her in the mouth – not to shut her up, but to feel that delicious mouth – and I started going and coming movements with a very provocative slowness. In some of my movements, Celina's pelvis began its retribution movements and finally, we were climbing like two madmen who had not felt so much pleasure for a long time. I think the long time without a man made Celina enjoy it several times, and each of them I felt a hot, wet wave run down my dick and moisten my belly and pelvis. It was something so delicious that I could not say anything more than the word “testuda”, ... that’s how I called it, even when she, with unexpected agility, turned her body and grabbed me by the waist reversed the position, going on top of me riding my roll like a crazy amazon. And the hours went by without either of those signs of tiredness or delivery (with my chemical help, I was holding on well to the advances of the widow without prick), succeeding to intense orgasms of Celina with her wisdom of continuing to enjoy my prick inside her. Before there was time for her to react, I lifted my body towards her and as soon as I grabbed her with my arms I stood up with her buried in my roll, persisting in her movements of coming and going. The moment she had come intensely, I pushed her back and threw her face down on the bed. She was on all fours looking at me behind her shoulders with a very provocative look. - It's okay. What about that ass? - It's okay. Only if you want him to remain, who knows, this is my retribution? - It's okay. Celina's voice sounded like a boundless naughtyness and she barely knew that those words served only to stir my horny, feeling my dick vibrate with the will to taste that intact “dessert”. Without blinking, I pulled it towards me and after pulling away the beautifully drawn buttocks from it I explored the “buggy” with a finger, first walking around it and then forcing the entrance very smoothly. Celina gave her a more provocative, more provocative, than she did against me, making me stick my index finger in her mouth so that it would make it very moist. Then I returned to the “attack” with my finger sticking it almost whole in her tight ass. The widow groaned again and shook her hips looking at me with a look of acceptance. I took my finger off and pointed my dick at that tiny entrance and spit on it in order to facilitate penetration. When the gland invaded the “revenue” protected from the widow, she cried and even saying it was hurting, asked me not to stop my attack. I received that message as an order and I went forward resolutely, sticking the glans and part of my cock inside it. Celina screamed again and I wanted to go back fearing for the worst. But she looked at me and told me to go on, calling me her male. I held her by the hips and, with one single move, I completed the penetration feeling my balls swivel inside my partner's buttocks. Celina shouted once again, to soon then roll my dick into her ass, starting moves of go and come and feeling all the length and volume of my cock in her once virgin ass. She moved like a mad woman for a long time, coming a few times and saying that orgasm through her ass was better than pussy. I was simply loving it all, mainly because of my “chemical” resistance of excellent performance. She came a few more times, until the moment I told her I couldn't hold on anymore and that I was going to come, asking her if I could do it by ejaculating on her back. Celina loved the idea, but she wanted me to do it in her womb and breasts. I took off my hard, wet dick and as I was handling it to come, she turned around and lay down on her belly, playing with my balls with both hands and asking me to cum in it. I ejaculated so strongly that the jets jumped beyond her womb, reaching her face and hair. It was an intense hot and bulky orgasm, which took some time to finish and ending which I fell on the bed inert and without forces for any movement. And after so much effort, Celina and I fell asleep for a few moments just to wake up through a mutual exchange of caresses and sensual provocations, which obviously followed another intense sex session, with the exception that this second time, I could not have an orgasm with ejaculation (one of the “details” of my “remedy”), just the feeling that – for me – was more than enough, since that widow had shown herself to be an amazing woman! We left the motel and returned to the parking lot where Celina had also left her car and after stopping beside him I turned to her who gave me another kiss, now more filled with affection and affection, since the desire was provisionally, satisfied. I looked at her and smiled thanking her for the wonderful morning. She opened the car door and looked me in the eye and said, - It's okay. If you want, the next one will no longer be a retribution, but it will always be a thank you for waking me up to life! You gave me one more kiss and got out of the car and into yours immediately. I tore it off towards work thinking that it wasn't a retribution, ... it was a gift, ... both for me and for her!