My first time (Part 1)

My first time (Part 1/2) (2013)
It was the beginning of September and that year there was no holiday on the 7th because it fell on a Saturday, yet I spent hours thinking about the weekend, because I would visit my aunt on the beach and my cute cousin, with whom I was very close during the summer.
And it was just while I was dreaming awake during class, that I received a message from him. Peter asked me to come out early, that he would pass by to catch me. 'What then? 'I didn't understand what he was saying. 'Did something happen?' And Peter answered me, 'Not yet, but it will happen.'
I did as he asked and during the break I went to meet him in the parking lot. As soon as I got into the car, Pedro pulled me close to him and kissed me full of intimacy, but he caught me by surprise. We hadn't seen each other since my father's wake in June and before that, since that summer on the beach.
Joanna's working late today, so I thought we'd have a little time to ourselves, he said, after the long kiss.
I thought I'd only see you for the weekend...
But she'll be there too, then we won't be able to be together.
What a sack, that woman won't let go of you.
We're engaged. He showed me the ring on his finger. It was official. I, still a virgin, was already the mistress of a married man.
I didn't react for a while and then congratulated him, very dry. I asked where we were going and straightforwardly Peter said that he would take me to a motel. It took a while for the excitement to arise. The news of the engagement still weighed on my chest. The silly dream of having my cousin just for me had gone down the drain. But the idea of horning his fiancée made me a little happy. "Better to enjoy what I have while I have it!" I thought! And I kept handing it to my cousin, leaving the volume in his bermuda, more and more visible, until we got to the motel.
It was a nice place, with a lot of small houses side by side, with awnings closing some garages. We entered one and Peter also lowered the awning, hiding his car and his mistress. We passed through a small, very cozy hall, which gave access to the bedroom, which in turn had a large round bed, with a mirror on the ceiling and on the side walls. Under the bed a couple of robes and towels, inside sealed plastic bags. And a little further along the bathroom with a large hot tub.
<unk> Ah! I want to take a bath there! <unk> I've never tried a hydro. I didn't know they could be so noisy. But it was nice.
Peter hugged me from behind and bent down to kiss my neck. He was much taller than me (he still is). And his hands were caressing my body, squeezing my little breasts under my shirt. Gradually he undressed me and I let him do everything.
When he bent down to take off my shoes, stockings, and trousers, Peter kissed my feet, thighs, and groin. He pretended to tear off my panties with his mouth, and I thought it was funny. When he took it off, he didn't hold back the urge to kiss my little cheek and suck it. His tongue slipped through it, and I, already excited, grabbed his hair to keep him from getting out.
But he went out. He stood up from his tent and said that now it was my turn. I took off his bermuda first, kneeling in front of him. The kid was without underwear and his dick hit my face, grinding my cheek. He laughed and played swinging the roller in front of me, hitting it on my face. "Stop being silly!" I spoke and grabbed his stick, already punching him. Then I returned the oral, sucking his little mead head.
Pedro took off his own shirt to get a better view of his cousin suckling him, and from below, I sucked looking up, looking at him with a smile on my face, glad that we were finally in a situation where we wouldn't be interrupted.
"We should have left the bathtub filling in the meantime". He said, looking in the direction of the bathroom.
<unk> Let's... there... fill... <unk> I answered with my mouth full.
Then let it out a little bit, you cheerleader!
I obeyed and my mouth burst with wet sounds as the little head slid out of my lips. I followed Peter's gaze, sitting on the bed, legs spread, touching my chin and noticing how wet I was already. It was a pleasant feeling, touching me and seeing him walking naked through the room, in a hard roller. He opened the taps and asked if I preferred the very cold water. I said no.
When he came back, he stood in front of me, between my legs and with his stick already at the height of my face. Without hands, only with the tongue I brought him up into my mouth again.
You're very good at this, you've been practicing, haven't you?
<unk> A little... Hmmm... a while ago... a boy from school. <unk> I lied, I wanted to make him jealous.
But are you still a virgin or have you already given? He didn't feel jealous.
<unk> Still... Hmmmm.... Virgin... <unk> I was still breastfeeding him. <unk> I was saving myself for you! <unk> I waited to see his reaction. There was something in his eyes, I'm not sure what it was. I think something in him, deep down, was regretting the engagement. Or maybe it was just my hope.
<unk> Wow! What an honor! <unk> And laughed alone, a laugh already turned into a groan of horny. <unk> And the cook, didn't he give too? <unk> It's... there was nothing romantic in it! The kid was just really naughty.
Neither did I!
And once again he untied my mouth from his roll to see the tub. I resisted a little and was almost dragged with him. I think he wanted to stop because he was almost joking. I sat for a while longer, licking my own lips, still feeling the taste of my cousin in them.
Come, the water is good!
I went. Peter came in first, sitting with his legs open and called me to sit between them, back to him, where he can continue the kisses on my neck and the caresses on my breasts. I felt his dick being pressed by my butt against his body. I was anxious, crazy to give, but I also wanted to enjoy all that affection, so I let him tease me.
Sometimes I turned my face to kiss him too and his hands came down to my waist. In a moment I led one of them to the middle of my legs and Peter continued on the way until his fingers reached my cheekbone. It was very pleasant and the desire only increased, along with my heart beating faster and faster and my groans, muffled by my cousin's lips.
His fingers played for a long time on my cradle and the boy made fun of me there in the water, amid a lot of foam and soap bubbles. At that time I closed my legs, twisting my body and locked his hand there. My mouth unfastened his lips for me to catch my breath. I smiled with, my head lying on his shoulder and the boy looked at me quite calmly, appreciating my face of fun.
<unk> It's my turn! <unk> He said, changing position, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with the roll pointed up. I was four in front of him, still feeling my legs a bit wobbly and kicked him once more. It didn't take long for him to mock too. His first kick hit my face the rest went inside my mouth. I swallowed it all and still licked the head and the tips of my fingers. The taste didn't seem as strong as the first times, months ago, either he changed the diet or I was getting used to it, even without so much practice.
And then he kissed me, and he grabbed me tight, and we ended up rolling into the water, where we played like a couple of jerk-offs, until the moment he said,
Shall we go to bed?
Keep going.