The Widow Who Called Me When Summer Ended
When September ended, and with it the excuses for spending the afternoon at the neighborhood pool, an idea began turning over in my head: fucking Renata again. I still had a few days of vacation left, so it wouldn’t be difficult to come up with a reason to see her alone, like that morning when everything had begun between us.
I had planned to do it as soon as I got back from the trip I’d taken out of town, but when I returned, I was disappointed. Renata had also gone away for a few days. I must have made a very expressive face, because the person who told me about it gave me a mischievous smile and, without my asking, wrote her phone number down for me on a piece of paper.
As if she knew perfectly well what I was looking for.
I called her as soon as I was alone. Without too much beating around the bush, I told her I wanted to see her again, to get between her legs once more. Renata laughed softly on the other end of the line, in that husky voice I already knew, and told me she’d also been touching herself while thinking about me for days. We arranged to meet at her house the next day. I didn’t sleep a wink that night: I spent it with my cock hard, imagining her mouth, her cunt, the weight of her tits against my face.
I arrived on time, almost ten minutes early. I rang the bell and she opened immediately, as if she’d been waiting on the other side of the door. As soon as she closed it behind me, she shoved me against the wall and kissed me with an urgency that left no room for doubt. Her tongue entered my mouth without permission, and her hand went straight down to my crotch, squeezing my cock through my trousers.
“My boy,” she murmured against my lips. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you to fuck me.”
She was wearing a red housecoat, one of those made of fine silk that falls open with every movement. A black lingerie set showed through the neckline, fitting her far too well to be a coincidence. She took my hand and led me down the hall. The last door she opened was the one to her bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress beside her.
“Last time, you were the one who invited me into your bed,” she said. “Now it’s my turn. Come on, sit here.”
When I sat down, she let the housecoat fall from her shoulders. The black set was fully exposed: a lace bra that barely contained her tits and a thong so tiny that it outlined her cunt beneath it. I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
“You’ll be more comfortable without your shoes,” she said, crouching down to help me with the laces.
Her fingers traveled up my legs, first over the fabric of my trousers, slowly, measuring every inch. By the time she reached my crotch, I was hard as a rock, and she noticed.
“I think it’s time to say hello to an old friend,” she said with a half-smile, biting her lip.
She unbuttoned my trousers unhurriedly. She lowered the waistband just enough, stroked my cock through my underwear with her open palm, pressing it against her face and breathing it in through the fabric. When she finally freed me, my cock sprang stiff against her cheek, and she let out a little moan of satisfaction, as if she’d been given a gift. She gripped me with her right hand, weighed me in her palm, licked her lips, and gave the tip a long kiss before rising back to my mouth. She kissed my chest while pulling up my shirt, and between kisses she finished taking off her housecoat.
“I’m all yours,” she whispered, lying back. “Eat my cunt until I can’t even breathe.”
***
I asked her to lie all the way back and positioned myself between her legs. I moved the thong aside with one finger and saw her: her cunt soaked, her lips swollen, her clitoris already peeking out, begging for my tongue.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” I said, lowering my head.
I gave her a long first lick, from bottom to top, sucking up the juices already running between her thighs. Renata jerked and dug her heels into my shoulders. I ran my tongue over the whole slit, flat and broad, savoring all of her before focusing on her clitoris. I licked it in circles, sucked it as if it were a candy, nibbled it with my lips while sliding two fingers inside her and curling them, searching for the spot that made her writhe.
“That’s it, my love… just like that, don’t stop, eat it all…”
My tongue moved over her, in and out of her wet cunt, up to her clitoris and back down again, while she writhed on the sheets, pushing my face against her sex. I spread her lips wide with my thumbs and plunged my tongue as deep as I could, fucking her cunt with my mouth while my thumb brushed her clitoris. Renata tangled her fingers in my hair and began speaking in broken phrases, growing more obscene by the second.
“Oh, my boy, you eat me so well, what a tongue you have… I’m going to come in your mouth, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
I kept going without pulling away, sucking and drinking her in, until her breathing broke and I felt her whole body tense and then loosen beneath my hands, a warm gush flooding my chin. I stayed still for a moment, my cheek resting against the inside of her thigh, smelling her, breathing her in.
“Thank you,” she said, still breathless and trembling. “Now let me take care of that cock that’s gotten hungry for me.”
She sat up, finished taking off my trousers and underwear, and gently pushed me onto the bed. I climbed on top of her and we kissed for a long time, without hurry; I knew she was tasting herself in my mouth, and that turned her on even more. I unclasped her bra and her tits came free, heavy, with dark nipples hard as little stones. I sucked one while pinching the other between my forefinger and thumb, tugging a little. She arched her back and rubbed her soaking cunt against my thigh.
“I love the way you suck my tits,” she panted, “but I’m dying to feel your cock inside me already.”
I knelt between her legs and removed her thong, sliding it slowly down to her ankles. She had shaved completely, and seeing that smooth, open cunt, gleaming with saliva and her own juices, hit me like an electric shock. I gripped my cock and ran it over her cunt lips, up and down, coating the tip with her wetness. She growled impatiently and raised her hips to find me. When I began pushing it inside her, slowly, inch by inch, Renata let out a deep, drawn-out moan that came from the depths of her chest.
“Oh, how I’ve missed this cock,” she said, digging her heels into my back to pull me all the way in.
I drove into her to the balls in one thrust. Her cunt gripped me, hot and wet, like a glove molded to me. I began moving hard, sliding in and out with long thrusts, watching her tits bounce with every stroke. She moved with my rhythm, anticipating me, thrusting her ass against my hips, seeking more, asking for more without needing to say a word. I lifted one leg and placed it over my shoulder so I could sink even deeper. I felt her come again around my cock, squeezing me, with a hoarse cry she muffled against my shoulder and her nails dug into my back. I kept fucking her, using the spasms of her cunt to get deeper. When I felt I was about to finish, she stopped me with one hand on my chest.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said, licking her lips. “I want to swallow all your cum.”
I stood up on the mattress and she knelt in front of me. She gripped my cock at the base, still shiny with her juices, and took the whole thing into her mouth. I felt the tip strike her throat and saw her gag for a second before pulling back, a thread of saliva hanging from her lip. She did it again, and again, and again, sucking me with a skill that only years can give: she sucked my balls, ran her tongue beneath the head, sank my cock all the way down, then pulled it out completely to lick me from base to tip. With her right hand she jerked off the part that wouldn’t fit in her mouth; with her left she caressed my balls. She didn’t stop until the end, and I didn’t have the strength to warn her in time. I came in a long spasm, jet after jet inside her mouth, and she swallowed it all without spilling a drop, sucking the tip until the last trace was gone and then cleaning me with her tongue as if she’d just eaten dessert.
***
Afterward we lay there, catching our breath, and began to talk. She told me she was a widow, that her husband had died a few years earlier, and that she had three grown children, each living on their own. Since his death she hadn’t been with anyone, not until that morning we shared together for the first time.
“You gave me back something I thought I’d lost,” she said, staring at the ceiling. “You gave me back the desire to be fucked properly.”
I was beginning to recover, and she noticed before I did. A mischievous smile crossed her face as she caressed my cock, which was growing hard again between her fingers.
“Do you want me to keep going?” she asked, her hand already in the right place.
I didn’t have to answer. She settled beside me, her head next to my hip, and took me into her mouth again. This time she sucked me slowly, savoring it, playing her tongue around the head, lowering herself to my balls to suck them one by one while slowly jerking me with her hand. Between caresses and spit, she told me that her husband loved having her suck him while he watched porn, and that over the years she had become an expert at swallowing cum without choking. What he never gave back to her, on the other hand, was the favor with his tongue; he had never eaten her cunt in thirty years of marriage. That was why, she said, what I did to her felt like a gift from heaven.
When I was hard again, as stiff as I’d been at the beginning, she sat up.
“Now I want to ride you until I burst,” she announced.
I lay back and she sat on top of me, took my cock, guided it to her cunt, and lowered herself inch by inch until she had me completely inside. She stayed still for a moment, eyes closed and mouth open, feeling me fill her.
“Oh God, how this cock of yours fills me…”
She began to move: slowly at first, rocking her hips, then riding me hard, up and down, letting me watch my cock slide in and out, soaked with her cunt. I grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed them, pinching her nipples, and she leaned forward so I could suck them while she kept moving. She gave herself to it as if her life depended on it, with a hunger I hadn’t seen in any other woman. She had two orgasms in a row on top of me, moaning louder each time, her cunt squeezing my cock in waves while I held on through clenched teeth, determined not to come before she did. When I saw her tiring, I suggested changing positions. She lay on her back, I knelt, and drove into her all the way again. I grabbed her ankles, spread her legs wide, and began fucking her mercilessly, thrusting with my whole hips, watching her tits bounce against her neck with every stroke. Keeping the rhythm, watching her slowly come undone, knowing I was the one taking her there: I liked that even more than simply letting myself go. She came first, squeezing me so tightly I could barely move, and a moment later I followed, emptying myself inside that soaked cunt with a roar that came from my soul.
***
When we caught our breath, Renata gave me some bad news: she was going away to her hometown for a few days, though she promised to come back soon. We arranged to see each other the day before she left.
That day I showed up at her building, rang the bell, and went upstairs. The apartment door was ajar. I asked if anyone was there, and her voice answered from the bedroom, inviting me in.
I found her lying on the bed, wearing an open white robe that revealed her underwear and one bare tit, its nipple hard and waiting for me. It was a calculated image, the kind that stays engraved in your memory. She asked me to lie down beside her.
“We’re going to spend a few days without seeing each other, just now that we’ve started again,” she said. “So let’s say goodbye properly: I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
She began by stroking my cock through my trousers, unhurriedly, bringing her tit close to my face. I sucked it eagerly, biting her nipple, tugging it with my teeth, and she moaned softly, delighted, squeezing my cock harder and harder. Then she pulled away, licked her lips, and looked at me through narrowed eyes.
“Now it’s my turn to say goodbye to my friend,” she said.
She helped me take off my trousers and underwear, pulled out my cock, jerked me with her hand until I was hard as marble, and bent over. Once again I felt that perfect mouth swallow me whole, her tongue wrapping around me, her throat yielding. She sucked me deeply, spit hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking up at me with wet eyes.
“You suck me like a goddess,” I told her, almost voiceless.
She didn’t answer, but I felt her smile with my cock in her mouth. She licked my balls one by one, ran her tongue over my perineum, took me deep again, pulled me out, spit on me, and cleaned me. When I feared I would come too soon, I stopped her gently.
“It’s my turn to say goodbye to this cunt,” I said, making her lie down.
I spread her legs wide and took my time. I licked her thighs first, moving slowly upward, breathing in her cunt before touching it. When I finally lowered my tongue, I plunged it deep inside her and she cried out. The taste, the heat, the way she arched her back: everything seemed better than the first time. I sucked her clitoris as if my life depended on it, nibbled it gently between my lips, rubbed it with the tip of my tongue, fast—very fast. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them, searching for her G-spot, while continuing to suck her clitoris. Renata pushed my head against her, rubbing her face against my mouth.
“I’m going to miss this fucking tongue,” she panted. “Keep going, my love, eat it all, make me come in your mouth…”
I continued until a tremor ran through her from head to toe and she let go with a long moan, a warm little stream spilling onto my tongue, which I swallowed without thinking. I licked her through the last spasms, sucking her swollen clitoris until she pushed me away herself because she couldn’t take any more.
“What if we moved on to the important part, my king?” she asked afterward, catching her breath. “I want that cock inside me now.”
“Whenever you’re ready,” I replied.
***
I put on a condom and lay on my side. Renata settled facing me, took my cock in her hand, guided it to her cunt, and moved closer until we fit together. I lifted her upper leg and rested it on my hip to open her up properly.
“Go ahead,” she said with a mischievous laugh. “Put that cock in already—this old woman has been waiting for you all day with her cunt wet.”
I was going to protest, tell her there was nothing old about her, that she was a mature woman who turned me on like few others could, but I realized the best answer was to fuck her. And I fucked her. I thrust hard, all the way in, and began moving rhythmically, holding on to her ass, squeezing it, spreading her cheeks with every stroke. She matched my rhythm as if we did it every day, pushing her hips back to take me whole. I bit her neck, bit her ear, pinched one nipple between two fingers while continuing to thrust into her.
“My ex never put it in me half as well as you do,” she murmured against my neck, panting. “No cock ever filled me like this one.”
The truth was that she was the one giving me everything, that obedient cunt fitting around me as if it had been made to measure. When I felt her tiring of the position, I suggested another: her lying on her back, one leg over my shoulder, while I knelt and set the pace. In that position the sensations were different, deeper; my cock sank into a place that drove her crazy, and she let out a short howl with every thrust. I grabbed her other leg and spread that one too, then began hammering her cunt with all the strength I had, watching her tits bounce against her face with every blow. Knowing I was taking her to the edge made me feel invincible.
“You’re taking me to heaven, don’t stop, don’t stop, make me come again…” she said, and came again with a tremor that shook her whole body, her cunt biting my cock in spasms.
I was still hard. I continued for a while longer, fucking her with my jaw clenched, until she asked me in a thread of a voice to take off the condom: she wanted to feel the ending on her belly. I did as she asked. I pulled out, removed it, and jerked my slippery cock beside her body, resting the tip against her navel. It took only a few strokes for me to begin coming, long, thick jets falling across her belly, her tits, and her chest, while she watched me through narrowed eyes and a satisfied smile, rubbing the semen over her skin with her fingertips.
We rested for a while, but neither of us seemed willing to end the afternoon that way. Her hand went looking for my cock again, and I discovered that woman could get me hard as many times as she pleased. This time I was the one who asked.
“Let me say goodbye to that ass too, the way you deserve.”
“You can do whatever you want with this cunt,” she said, getting on all fours and arching her back to offer it to me. “Though I’m sure you have younger asses to choose from.”
I didn’t answer. The sight of her body like that, on her knees with her pert ass raised and her cunt already gleaming between her legs, left me speechless. I knelt behind her, ran my cock along her slit, coating it again with her wetness, and pushed it slowly all the way in. She moaned long and low, and the sound of my balls striking her cunt with every thrust only stoked my desire. I gripped her hips and began fucking her hard, watching her ass tremble against my stomach with every stroke. I gave one cheek a sharp slap, and she cried out with pleasure.
“Again,” she begged, panting. “Give me another, harder, you don’t know how happy you make me—I feel like a woman again.”
I slapped her again, and again, and both cheeks turned red while I kept thrusting all the way into her. I moved one hand to her clitoris and joined in from there, rubbing it with two fingers at the same pace with which I fucked her cunt from behind. She was soaked, so wet that she dripped over my fingers, and that aroused me even more. I grabbed her hair with my other hand, tugging gently and forcing her to arch her back farther. I felt her come once more, squeezing my cock in spasms, with a guttural moan that tore away whatever control I had left.
“Keep going, my love,” she insisted. “Fuck me until you come. I want to feel the end on my skin, all your cum on my ass.”
I held out as long as I could, slowing and resuming the rhythm, pulling out and plunging back in with each thrust, prolonging the farewell because I knew it would be our last for a long time. I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks so I could watch myself slide in and out of her, every thrust making an obscene wet sound. Until there was no way to stop. I pulled out of her cunt at the last second, jerked myself twice, and came over her ass, one long jet landing on her lower back, another across both cheeks, another running down her cleft to her open cunt. I stayed still, breathing hard, watching my cum run down her skin, and she collapsed face-first onto the bed with a satisfied little laugh.
Afterward we embraced in silence, with the afternoon light slipping through the blinds and the semen still warm as it dried on her back. She stroked my hair, and I thought that few farewells were worth so much. When I left, already night, I carried with me the promise that, as soon as she returned, this would have a continuation.
