Spiritual Guidance

Some time ago, I was walking through the parking lot toward my car after hitting my feet in a shopping mall when I was approached by a woman who said she had a message for me. I then turned to examine my recent interlocutor: a woman between sixty and sixty-five years old, with a naked look and a calm look; she was wearing a long, wide dress, wearing bare-toed sandals, with her hair unkempt, no makeup on her face without marks; in fact, she looked more like a hippie from the seventies lost in our time.
- Do you have a message for me? <unk> I asked in a curious tone <unk> And whose message would that be?
- From my spiritual guide <unk> she responded by getting a little closer to me <unk> I saw you at the mall and she whispered in my ear.
-Ah yes! How interesting! <unk> I commented with a hint of irony <unk> And why me? Why was I chosen?
-Because she told me that you are needy <unk> she replied holding my hand <unk> needing someone ..., someone to talk to ...
- Look, my dear <unk> I interrupted the woman taking the word <unk> The only lack that afflicts me is that of a good climb!
- She told me that you would answer something like this <unk> she resumed without losing the phlegm <unk> Look, I just want to help you ..., would you like to talk to me?
For a moment I thought that the sincerity of that woman's words was touching and that she really could be a bearer of some kind of gift, but even so, I preferred to follow the path of irony, having fun with the situation.
-All right ..., you want to help me, right? <unk> I asked firmly continuing <unk> As I told you what I need is a good fuck ..., and it seems to me that you are also in need!
I thought that my verbal harassment might make her back off, and for a moment that's what she drew, until she backed off and came even closer to me. "Look here, you bastard! You want to fuck me, is it? Can you stand the silence?" she replied in a provocative tone. I was so involved in that situation without a foot or a head that I didn't think about possible risks or dangers, letting myself be carried away by pure impulsivity.
-My dear, you need to know if you can hold the lock! <unk> I replied with a mocking tone <unk> You don't know who you're dealing with ..., neither you, nor your spiritual guide!
"Then if you're too macho, take me to your house", she said, teasing me, "take me there and fuck me good!
She had no idea that I was home alone and anything could happen!
I asked her to turn around and as soon as I entered I opened the door for her, she came in and sat waiting for me; I started and walked out of the mall; at the beginning of the journey we did not exchange a single word ..., until I decided to break the ice by asking her name; she took out a pack of cigarettes from the bag and lit one while saying her name was Yucileia, but she liked to be called by her astral name of Chantal.
It didn't take long to get to my house and as soon as I closed the doors of the underground garage I got out of the car and helped Chantal to do the same. "Come on, bitch! Take off your clothes!" I demanded in an impatient tone. She looked at me and at first didn't have any reaction.
"Are you not the male?" "Come and get it!" she replied with a naughty grin.
Immediately I went over to her, and as soon as I pulled the dress I found that the dog was wearing nothing underneath! I almost tore the dress off with some effort, and seeing Chantal naked I was delirious! She had a succulent body with medium breasts of erect nipples, little belly and a hairy bouquet; I noticed her cheeky smile amusing herself with my delicious surprise examining her from top to bottom.
"You liked the female, didn't you?" she asked as she walked around so that I too could appreciate her generous ass. "Now it's my turn! Take off your clothes and show me your stick!"
I wasted no time in getting rid of my clothes, becoming naked and displaying an eloquent erection that made Chantal roll her eyes in a greedy expression; she came towards me and we kissed with her already holding the roll with one hand punching and feeling the dimensions. I also left for the review, boiling her bouquet and fucking her with two fingers inside it.
Unexpectedly, Chantal walked away from me, throwing herself on the couch in the garage and stretching her legs, exposing her succulent vagina. "Come lick my horny little pussy, come!" she said in an exasperated tone; I fell flat on my face into that fleshy vagina whose prominent crotch was very swollen. A few good licks and sucks on the crotch were enough for Chantal to start screaming, announcing her orgasms one after another.
After some time, I decided to devote myself to the tits of the bitch, climbing on her licking and sucking her nipples with great pleasure; I was surprised to realize that she felt a lot of excitement in her breasts and that the sucks provided by me made her enjoy a few more times; I remained tasting Chantal's breasts and appetite seeing her enjoy more times.
Without giving her a break, I took a stand and buried my roll in her pocket all at once, hearing her scream with excitement, begging for me to punch hard, which I did with immense satisfaction; the more I punched, the more the bitch enjoyed, now moaning, now screaming, but always in a hallucinatory tone. <unk>Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck more! More! Bitch gave birth! Ahhh! Uhhh! <unk>, she babbled almost breathless and exalted; I met her request by giving a blow with vehemence without a break, even after I felt that my effort was already provoking signs of muscle fatigue in me. I punished that hot, wet pocket, letting myself be carried away by the excitement of fucking a woman in my house.
-Ahhh! Wait! Wait! <unk> she whispered at a certain point, looking into my eyes <unk> Don't laugh yet no! I want this roll on my ass ..., but not here ..., in your bed!
Chantal's request was so startling that it forced me to interrupt the rhythm of my movements, leaving me somewhat stunned; although I was alone at home, it never crossed my mind to take another woman than my wife to our bed; I thought I would give up everything and abandon that delicious fuck; on the other hand, I thought it might just be a provocation on Chantal's part, which is why I took the initiative to ask her.
I'll fuck your ass right here!
Hearing my words, Chantal's eyes seemed to flicker with excitement; she pushed me, causing me to take the roll of her bucket; I thought that all was lost and that she would dismiss me without hesitation. However, contrary to what I assumed, she got up on all fours on the sofa and looked at me over her shoulder, exhibiting a limp grin.
- That's how I like a man! Come! Come and fuck me very tasty! <unk> she asked in a provocative tone and with a look full of desire.
I went over to her, and with her help, I stuck my dick up her ass, beating it until it overcame the resistance; as I stuck my dick in, I noticed that Chantal's ass was slowly lacing up, trying to adapt to receive me; and it didn't take long for me to be kicking a roller in that warm ass, and it was glueing my dick perfectly, leaving me even more satisfied. Although my body was reaching its limit, with an uncontrollable desire to reach climax, I struggled to keep going, always listening to the moans and screams of my partner whose body was being rocked by more and more orgasms.
However, before I could warn her, my body determined that it was time to stop; strong muscular contractions and some spasms led me into ecstasy and I enjoyed grunting in a hoarse voice and feeling my body tremble as my dick pulsated gushing semen into Chantal's ass who also savored the moment with a delicious and ultimate orgasm.
Soon after, we were naked on the couch smoking quietly and trying to recover our vital energy. "Come here, now tell me something: does this story of spiritual message really stick, or was it just me?" I asked in a playful tone, but without hiding my curiosity.
"Most of the time, yes!" she replied with a smile. "But this was the second time it was worth it... I enjoyed horrors with you!"
Before ordering an app car, Chantal even asked me to suck her boobs, because she loved to make fun of a mouthful on her body; I complied with her request and was still surprised to see her make fun a few more times. Soon after I offered her a few tongues in the bouquet and she went away happy with life ..., in fact, we were both happy with life ..., it was a sensational and totally unexpected experience!