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It's amazing how I still remember everything; years have passed, my life has turned three hundred and sixty degrees more than once, but my memory remains intact ..., and within it, Malena is central and relevant figure of an existence ...
It was a confusion! A real hell! I was so stunned that I didn't know what to do, and my heart seemed to stop beating when I heard a shot! I looked around and what I saw was Malena kneeling next to her husband's lifeless body; she held a gun in her hands and cried convulsively, sobbing and choking. "Get away from here! Now! Go, and don't look back!" she cried between sobs. I tried to stay, but Malena wouldn't stop screaming for me to leave ..., I ran like a madman, not even knowing where to go.
A fine, cold rain made me soaked and clouded my vision; I stumbled a few times and as soon as I got home I tried to sneak into the room; it was very early and so I had no difficulty in getting in without being noticed. I got rid of the wet clothes and after drying myself, I put on shorts and went under the covers. I closed my eyes, but I couldn't sleep ..., my mind was a whirlwind of anguish, regret and fear.
Hours later I heard the phone ring and my father's hoarse voice answering; when he hung up he ran out of the house saying something I couldn't hear and calling for my mother; then he got in his car and left. My father, at that time, was a kind of magistrate invested by the experience and the respect of having been a judge, retiring and coming to join a kind of council that helped in the administration of the city. Still bewildered, I did not open my mouth to anyone.
A few days later, assuming that the dust had settled, I ran to Malena's house, and to my surprise and disappointment, the house was locked! There was a lock on the door with the city seal and nothing else. When I tried to find out anything, I got only silence and reproach; it was as if she and her husband had disappeared into thin air and everyone had forgotten about their existence. Only after much insistence did my father decide to tell me what had happened.
He had been summoned by the police commissioner when Malena herself appeared before him confessing to the crime and saying that she would act in self-defense. Together, my father and the commissioner, aware of her husband's aggressive impulse, agreed to the testimony, but they also suggested that Malena leave town, as the malicious rumors would ruin her reputation.
For weeks I felt torn with the urge to go out in search of Malena and beg to stay with her; but the war came; I immediately enlisted and left for the battlefield ..., a few years after the end of the fighting I did not return home and ventured around the world still as a soldier ..., and that's how I met her again. Malena had settled in a larger city and with her savings opened a flower farm. Our meeting was accidental, but seeing her my heart shot up; Malena was frightened to see me, but could not hide a smile of happiness. We began to meet daily, it was for lunches, dinners and even going to the cinema ..., and everything came back!
One night, we were in front of her house and I took her in my arms and kissed her for a long time; she hesitated a little, but ended up inviting me in; we had a glass of wine and she decided to dance for me; at some point, taken by the euphoria of Bacchus, Malena undressed and showed herself to me.
"You were and always will be my hero! And I? Am I still your lady?" she asked as she danced with intoxicating movements.
I didn't answer, I just stood up and took her in my arms; more kisses and caresses with my hands walking over her naked body feeling her skin warm and satin; I took her in my arms and we went to the bedroom; I put her on the bed and then I undressed, dipping my face between her legs and making her taste her hot and moist grotto; over the years I became a little more experienced, however, in the presence of Malena I still felt the same young scourged and very impetuous.
Still, I managed to give her a great deal of pleasure; Malena writhed and groaned exasperatedly at every orgasm that my mouth gave her; that taste and aroma that tolled my senses were like a unique nectar that only my goddess of love was able to exhale to the point of leaving me subjected to her sensuality. I climbed over her and penetrated her with the first blow, listening to her prolonged groans proving how much pleasure I as a man offered her in dedication.
I began with forceful pelvic movements and the cadence and intensity resulted in more orgasms in my Malena who groaned, sighed and let out muffled shrieks with one hand; I exorbitated my performance with the only woman for whom my body still shivered burning with desire; every new stroke, every groan, every smile of hers was my prize as a passionate and thirsty male of his wife.
I responded to her requests by allowing her to ride me, which she did with incredible skill, offering me her busted nipples that danced inside my mouth satisfying my hunger for them; bending over me, Malena showed her most deliciously skillful side, moving her waist and hips in such a way that I had the impression that her cave seemed to "chew" my member, which took us to another level of pleasure. I kept my performance at the highest level for a fiery female who gave herself to pleasure without limits.
Unfortunately, my experience was not enough to control my orgasm that exploded without warning, caudally irrigated Malena's bowels that accelerated her movements even more, eager to experience the pleasure provided by my unrestrained voluptuousness. Hugged, sweaty and exhausted we fell asleep, although I still remained a few minutes admiring the face of my Malena ..., yes, mine!
The day had barely dawned and I was awakened by Malena's seductive mouth savoring my sex which immediately corresponded to her delicious oral harassment; she wasted no time in getting up on all fours calling me to possess her once more which I did without hesitation; it was another voluptuous copulation in which I gave her another avalanche of pleasure celebrated with moans and vehement and sensual sighs. "Marry me, my hero! Make me the happiest woman in the world!" stammered Malena with her breath cut short.
This time I was able to restrain my impetus until the right moment when a series of deeper blows resulted in a voluminous joy that once again flooded the bowels of my Malena. "I want to be by your side for the rest of my life!" I whispered in her still breathless ear, but with pure sincerity. Malena turned to me, smiled and kissed me passionately.
"And so it shall be, my hero!" she answered in an exultant tone, kissing me again and again.
I got out of the military and through a friend got a job at an industrial property management company; in time and gaining experience, I ended up opening a small maintenance company that catered to my needs; Malena and I started living under the same roof and our happiness was so contagious that everyone in the neighborhood had great affection for us. Within four walls, however, we indulged in every possible nuance of carnal pleasure.
One night, when I got home, I found Malena sitting naked on the living room couch; she was wearing only a bow tie and high heels; her cross-legged look was pure desire! We had sex right there on the living room floor and I barely had time to undress; another time, she made us eat dinner completely naked, and insisted that we only indulge in sex after tasting the meal that she had prepared especially for the occasion ...
As everything in life is not just flowers, the lady of tragedy soon caught up with us; on returning from work one winter night I was warned by a neighbor that Malena had gone badly in her floriculture and had been rushed to the hospital; unhinged and frightened I ran to meet her; after an agonizing wait, the doctor came to speak to me, and his news was not, at all, encouraging. Malena had been struck with a deadly disease and there was little hope of a cure or even of improvement.
I gave up everything to be by her side, spending nights watching over her bed in the hospital infirmary; and even when they insisted that I leave, I refused and persisted in staying by my beloved Malena's side. After a period of suffering, I was warned that the end was near; one night, very weak and gasping Malena confided a secret to me ..., she had a daughter!
Without further explanation, she made me swear that I would look for this daughter and as soon as I found her I would bring her to live with me; she also told me that in her personal documents I would find more information to locate her. And no matter how much I insisted, Malena refused to tell me who the father was. "From now on, you are her father! Do you promise me that you will do what I am asking you to do?" she whispered without energy. I shook my head, and shortly after that, Malena left!
It took me some time to recover from the loss, but I still tried to fulfill the promise I made to her on her deathbed, and after organizing my business, which now included flower farming, I took the information Malena had stored about her daughter and went in search of her. It was not a very difficult task, since the clues pointed to my hometown; although returning there would be very uncomfortable, I undertook the journey with the thought in mind that I had to fulfill the promise.
Fortunately for me, the tracks led to a small rural village in the vicinity of my hometown, which made me a little more relieved; it was not difficult to find the woman whom Malena entrusted with raising her daughter; her name was Luíza and she was very well known in the area; as soon as I arrived at her house I identified myself as being Malena's husband and had come in search of her daughter. "Do you have a photograph of this Malena?" she asked with a sigh. I smiled and took out the only photo I had of my love; the old woman looked at the photo and nodded.
-Yes, it's her. - said Luisa in a calmer tone. - The girl you're looking for is about to arrive... and I don't know why she seemed to know of your arrival... even the suitcase she's packed!
As soon as I looked back I saw her ..., and my heart almost jumped out of my mouth! The girl was exactly Malena with youthful features; I found out that her name was Rita, a name that had been chosen by Malena herself; the moment our eyes crossed she opened a huge smile that brightened her face even more. "You must be my father! Isn't it?" she asked in a soft and clear voice.
"No, my dear, I am not your father, but I loved your mother very much". I replied in the same tone, feeling enraptured by so much beauty and kindness.
-If you loved my mother ..., you are my father! <unk> she replied at the same time she ran towards me and embraced me warmly.
Upon feeling Rita's embrace, I immediately returned, clasping her in my arms and kissing her face; when we parted for a moment, both of us had watery eyes; Rita ran inside saying that she would get her bag; I looked at Luisa and asked if there was anything I could do to thank her for taking care of Rita. "Yes, my friend ..., take very good care of her ..., Rita is special!" Luisa replied with a firm look.
On the return trip, Rita was cheerful with a curious and attentive look and everything that was going on around her; I showed her the flower garden and then took her home; I introduced her to her room that I had prepared in advance. Rita was euphoric looking at and touching everything showing a cheerful astonishment. I waited for her to settle down and in the evening we went out to dinner in a restaurant that used to be frequented by Malena.
"Why do you look at me so much?" she asked at one point during dinner.
- You remind me of your mother. - I answered a little shyly. - And that makes me miss her.
"I'm sorry, Daddy", she said in a gentle tone and with a smile as she put her hand on mine. "I don't want you to be sad... be happy! After all, I'm here, aren't I?"
I smiled back and felt her hand clasp mine; in the days that followed Rita and I took the opportunity to get to know each other better; I asked if she wanted to study something and she asked only to take care of her mother's flower-growing; I agreed gladly.
In her hands, the business prospered and Rita showed herself very capable for business; as for us, we continued to know each other always with more closeness and some intimacy; from time to time I would ask her about boyfriends or flirtations, but she always discouraged what left me somewhat dissatisfied, since Rita was a very beautiful and attractive girl ..., but what I did not know is that the universe conspired in the deaf. The first surprise happened on a rainy autumn night; Rita burst into my room, frightened by the heavy rain and the lightning that tore the heavens begging to sleep with me.
I hardly had time to allow it and the girl slipped under the covers asking me to hug her. "Do you hug mommy like that?" she asked, snuggling even closer to my body; I answered yes, kissing her face; she stared at me, smiled, and fell asleep; in the days that followed, even though there were no more thunderstorms and lightning, Rita ran to my room and slept clinging to me ..., although a little curious about Rita's attitude, I did not prevent her from sleeping with me.
One night, after a hard day's work, I was surprised once again by Rita, who offered to prepare dinner for us. She suggested that I take a shower, and I agreed to the idea; when it was over, I turned to get the towel, and I was startled to see Rita in the bathroom, standing there, watching me. We both stood still without saying a word, until I took the initiative and asked her what she was doing in the bathroom.
-You're so beautiful, Dad! <unk> she babbled with an ecstatic look, examining me from top to bottom <unk> I'd never seen a naked man ..., but you're beautiful!
Impulsively, Rita ran towards me and embraced me; for a moment I did not know what to do ..., diverse thoughts obliterated my mind and hesitation oscillated between fear and desire ..., to feel Rita embracing me was like feeling Malena alive again for me. Afraid of the consequences of that situation, I disarmed myself from Rita, wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom, retreating to my room.
Some time later, Rita knocked calling me for the dinner she had prepared; I replied that I had lost my hunger and was ready for bed; Rita said no more. During the dawn, I felt a warm, soft skin stick to mine and sweet lips kiss my lips. "Malena! My love? Are you back?" I asked, still somewhat stunned by sleep and fatigue.
-Yes ..., I am your Malena <unk> replied a voice as melodious as sweet <unk> You can call me that if you want.
I opened my eyes and lit the lamp; it was Rita who was hugging me; she was smiling and kissing my face. "Come on, Dad! Make me your Malena! Your wife! That's what I want more than anything!" she whispered in my ear. I had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable; I held Rita in my arms and we gave each other a warm, voluptuous kiss as I explored her body with my hands.
The kisses evolved into something deeper, and soon I had my mouth exploring Rita's soaked cave; I delighted in the taste of her and was ecstatic as she burst into successive orgasms, moaning and calling me her love.
It was like a strange and incomprehensible déjà vu that clouded my mind and my senses; at that moment, it was not Rita who was being harassed by my eager mouth ..., it was as if Malena was there! As I sucked her stuffy nipples, the sensation was a sweet memory that flooded my mouth and also my spirit. The same thing happened when she snaked through my body until she managed to have my rigid member in her mouth, rewarding me with an energetic oral caress.
When I covered her with my body, Rita took it upon herself to lead my sex towards hers, staring at me with a fiery gaze. "Be affectionate, Daddy..., this is my first time!" she muttered as she rubbed her glans in her cave. At the first blow, Rita let out a little scream, but her gaze stimulated her to go on ..., and that's what I did; I advanced little by little, always waiting for her to get used to the bulky intruder inside her.
Seeing her filled, I took a deep breath before beginning a series of forceful and deep pelvic movements, appreciating the sweet exasperation of Rita whose reactions were sweet, charming and sensual; her first orgasm fruit of our collision was so vehement that Rita rolled her eyes as if in a trance; and in the rest that followed her cries, moans and sighs with a hoarse voice left me in a state of rapture, as if I had found the woman of my life again.
We copulated through the early hours of the morning, and Rita rekindled in me a vigour I'd assumed had been lost since Malena's departure, and as I reached my climax, I shouted her name as I poured my semen into Rita's bowels, who was also screaming with an immense pleasure in the form of a prolonged orgasm, and the next day, Rita and I did not go to work, preferring to give ourselves body and soul to a sexual interlude that was not contained within the walls of the bedroom.
We walked around the house naked and occasionally I sucked Rita's nipples while she provoked my virility until we were on the floor, on the sofa or even on the kitchen table, copulating and discovering new positions and innovating in hundreds of unmissable caresses. In the afternoon, we took a shower, got dressed and went out to eat something. In the usual restaurant everyone noticed our voluptuous euphoria manifested by long kisses and somewhat shameless caresses. Since then, we have lived not as lovers, but as husband and wife.
Inside the house, Rita insisted that I call her Malena, something that touched me deeply and made me even more in love with her. "My man, my husband, my everything!" she muttered one night as she rode my member up and down with the maddening movements of a delightfully sensual and affectionate woman.
..., Yes, I remember all this as if it were today; sometimes I go to Malena's grave and there is a red rose, the flower she loved most, and I knew that it was a sign to me that, wherever she was, she felt happy because I was happy! Years later, on a summer night, Rita and I were lying down and suddenly she covered me with her body, staring at my face with that sweet and enveloping look. "I love you! And I will always love you!" she whispered between smiles and kisses. I looked at her face and saw the reflection of my Malena! Time does not erase what I feel and I always remind myself of Rita that I remember Malena!
NOTE: Sorry if it was long and a bit boring, but the creative process was very good!