The Fatal Reckoning

My name is Giancarlo, and I've already told several stories about myself. Today I will tell you what happened to me recently when I was at the farm of a cousin who lives in southern Brazil in the form of a letter that I sent to a friend in Rio de Janeiro. In it I talk about everything that happened that day, i mean, night between my cousin's wife, her son and me. The episode I am going to relate took place in April 2011. I wrote you recently how difficult it is to hold the wave when in the past we practiced homosexual sex intensely, because for those who have done so intensively like me, things get ugly: your ass blinks, your body trembles and you feel chills, the smell of a peach that's imprinted on your subconscious surfaces violently, causing you to shiver, your mouth starts feeling that little taste of peach, especially those first drops that appear before the final enjoyment. Last night, a very strange thing happened here on the farm. My cousin's son, a 25-year-old boy, spoke to his father when we were all gathered in the room participating in a round of chimarron that he would sleep in my bedroom since it was the only one with slate and a roof overhead and its location near the kitchen. His mother quickly retorted saying no, that he had a room and he would be staying there. But the father rebuked her wife and said she did not mind because she knew her cousin well. For a little while the discussion went on, and soon afterwards the boy said that he was an adult now and would do what he wanted and no one could interfere in his life, period. We continued for some time taking our chimarrão when the woman got up to say good night and headed towards her room. Soon thereafter the boy did the same thing leaving father and me alone in the room. We stayed until the mate ran out of its wedge, then we moved into our rooms. When I arrived at my bedroom, I had a shocking surprise. I find my cousin's son ready for bed, that is all dressed up in a pink sweater with laces around his waist and everything. He lets go of the lace and opens his sweater, he asks again: what now? Shit, I'm almost going down. The bastard was in a rented bikini, also pink. And he answers with the biggest stick face: tonight I will be his wife and I'll suck every fuck you have in this fucking. Alas came the second surprise: His mother was also in the room, dressed only in a baby-doll jacket, completely transparent. I sit on the edge of the bed and ask: after all, what is happening here? Do they want to make a bacchanal or a surubada in my bedroom? Can you explain it to me, please? Then his mother begins to say that she has been having sex with her son for a long time, i.e., about six years ago, because the father no longer gave him any more attention as he had become impotent. Because the boy is very prone to pederasty, she tries to provoke in him the desire to have intercourse with women and not men. So I am saying that someone who was born with an inclination to be horned will never be a man unless they turn into bisexual, which means transgendered with both females and males too. That's why she set up this whole argument in the living room, so that he would come to sleep in my bedroom and she could too. And oh yes, you (in case I am) can also take part of the joke because with three it is much better. Nice one, I answer. What about your husband, my cousin? How does he fit into all this story? Does he already know about all this mess? Did he by any chance agree? Is he a horn shaped like his own son? Or just horn? To which she replies: The last sentence. So I ask: who can go to the kitchen and bring me a glass of ice-cold milk? She proposes and asks if it's sugared, I say yes. As soon as she leaves, I take off my clothes and am all in sunga (it was so fucking cold). She looks at me and sees that I'm just hanging out, then she decides to take off the baby doll cap. I look at her body and am amazed by its beauty: medium-sized hard breasts; no bellybutton; no tires on the waistline; pubic region completely shaved. Thick coat with a pointy beard. Her height varied around 1.5 meters, i.e., of middling (middle) stature. A female painting. Small mouthpiece, fleshy lips, dark jambon, black eyes. The kind of woman for you to stay (if you have the conditions) fucking all night, until her pussy is completely swollen and her fuckin' head equally bloated. I get close to her, hold her head with both hands, bend my body towards her lips and start kissing her using only tongue, then suck it off, she sucks me off, so we were like that for about fifteen minutes or so. I spit in her mouth and she sniffed with great desire and passion. I lowered my body towards her breasts and began to nibble on her nipples with only the lips, which caused various shivers and chills causing her to release in a low voice several grunts from those who are mocking. Then I take her in my arms and put her to bed, when the young man settles down, takes off his clothes and lies beside her, when I give him a scolding, telling him to get up and appreciate how it is done with a woman when she's thirsty for a blow job. He gets up and goes to sit on an armchair that was in the room, very much resentful of her. Not holding out any longer, he falls mouth-to-mouth into her bouquet when I notice that its opening is quite small which makes this transaction far more interesting. I start sucking at her clitoris and gently biting her lips and pulling them back. She lets out several muffled shrieks, writhing all over as if she were taking small electric shocks of intense amusement. I notice that when she begins to mock violently and twist herself, she starts releasing a liquid from her vagina which I do not let go by sucking it voraciously. At this moment, she asks the son to insert the firefly into his mouth because she wanted to take some milk from him, in what he responds with great haste. The boy does not take more than five minutes and begins to mock the mother's mouth violently, almost causing a choking. I pick her up by putting myself underneath, so that she comes riding on my dick, which she does masterfully, making the movements up and down like circular pelvic motions. At a certain moment, she throws her body forward to kiss me, when the son taking advantage of his mother's position and the moment, nails his parrot in her ass, at which point she asks him to tear it all apart. We enjoy almost simultaneously, when he drops his body over her body and hers over mine. We stood like this for about five minutes, and I kissed her only with my tongue. The son comes out of it and she comes out from me, lying down on my side belly upward when the son taking advantage of the position begins to suck his bottle and sipping my cock that started coming out inside him. The drunkard made a noise by sucking his mother's cunt. Soon after she gets up saying he was going to take a bath and sleep because she is very tired but sexually satisfied . I was still lying in bed when he also went to the bathroom to prepare and take a shower. As soon as he comes back, I too go to the toilet preparing myself and taking a very hot bath. Back into the room I observe the boy now with more detail and saw that his pocket should be about fifteen by five and something, i.e., quite thick for example. He had a really dark headband and big one. Anyway: he had a large-calibre wig, and there's an ass to hold it up. One detail: bed in my room was a double, but of the old beds that measured 1.30 x 1.80, so it was relatively almost single. The widower wanted because he wanted to sleep on the bed too and together with me, which started federation. I told him if he would come nice, I'd kick his ass right there, and whoever else showed up. He agreed and stood quietly at the corner by the wall. We switched positions, I went to the corner and he stayed outside the bed. In case he saw any mischief, I pushed him out of bed. I covered myself with the blanket, and he with his own, and tried to sleep. But about fifteen minutes later, still unable to fall asleep, he speaks in a low voice and asks me if I'm angry at him. My answer is no, when again asking whether he can touch me. I ask why he would want to touch me, he replies that it was his intention to be my female for the night and that his mother had come to satiate herself and disturb her desires. As he spoke, his hand was running down my leg through the pubic region and reaching for my pocket, which he grabbed tightly and before starting with a fist movements asks if he can continue. I say yes because it already felt something that twenty-five years have been successfully holding but had fear that in this night would come to succumb, having a violent relapse. He then begins the up-and-down movements in my cock, making it tremendously hard and erect like a drill bit ready to punch through a thick wall. I feel like I'm about to make fun of him and ask him to come sit down just as his mother did, facing me. And also tell him that if he makes fun of me, I will give him such a beating that during the day he would have to stay soaked at home without being able to get out of it because of how broken he was going to become. He laughed and threw himself on my breasts and put a kiss in my mouth leaving me with no action for this is something unexpected and pleasurable (to us). He sits there for a while longer with my cane buried in his ass, when he gets up and starts poking at my pussy trying to lick every fucking thing that's come out of his butt and sucking on my cock and my pubic area as well as my purse. I go back to bed and see that he's gone over into the corner of the bed. I left him there, and lay down on her edge. Suddenly in a motion of folding up the blanket, I lean against his body and feel the volume of his cock rubbing my ass, I notice that motherfucker is not asleep because his dick has grown in volume, getting hard and all leaning towards me pleasure. Here I stop for an explanation, just like I wrote you. Two hours and thirty minutes. A cold fucking night; the room in penumbra; a young man with a violent disposition, a large-calibre pirouette tucked up your ass. What are you doing? Is there any way to resist this temptation that you've been repressing for about 30 years straight without succumbing to one of these desires? Man! The flesh speaks louder, the stamina is too strong, and you shake at the foundations. You lose reason, shame. Suddenly turn into a rampant whore, slutty prostitute. That's what happened to me. I had a relationship with my cousin's son, which is worse because it could have exposed me to the whole family. Trembling, I took off my sunglasses and leaned against his stick. His dick starts pulsating in my buttocks. I put his hand to my mouth. He slips on my fingers and passes my hand over the entrance of my ass, when he grabs me from behind and speaking very softly into my ear that would like to feel my mouth at his cock. I turn around and taking his cock, I place it in my mouth and start sucking him first its head then licking his stick up through the bag going up and down putting all his sack inside my mouth finally swallowing this piece of throbbing muscle all the way down my throat I stop and ask him if he'd be willing to make fun of me twice: once in my mouth, the other time on my ass. He says yes. I put his dick back in my mouth and now yes, start the movement more firmly so that he can finally enjoying it into my mouth which didn't take long. I get up and look for his mouth, with a little of his sperm in my mouth kiss him passing the delicious nectar that he sipped on gluttonously. We rest awhile then ask him what position he wants me to take because I'm there to receive not give orders and he asks me to lie down but with my butt raised slightly. Then I turn over on my stomach open both legs wide so penetration is easy and beg him to do it slowly since I have no more than twenty-five years without an iron in my tail He laughs, he puts his head against my anal opening, gives me a little push, takes it out, spits on my asshole, then puts the top of his head back in my butt and with one strong punch, inserts that piece of muscle halfway down into my arse. Pulls it up again, places it there, and keeps doing these movements until its cacophony disappears all over my rear end. Then he asks himself if this is hurting him, I say no. Yes, now he starts moving in and out, pulling everything out and sticking everything inside and increasing the movement very slowly. Suddenly he gives four much stronger strokes and reaches the ultimate pleasure, flooding my ass with a powerful hot gush of his sperm. I close my legs in such a way as to hold him inside me while he licks my neck and sweat-soaked back. He comes out from underneath me and asks if I've made my enema, and I say yes, when he drops into my butt mouth sucking on the semen that starts flowing down my leg. Then afterwards I get up, go wash myself. I go back to bed, not before drinking the milk that my cousin's wife had brought me... who will now also be my wife as in "Flower Lady and Her Two Husbands". I lie down, and now a little more relaxed, lean all over the young man, when he then asks me this: my mother wants me to only fuck with women; and what do you think that I should do? Fuck just with women or both of them, i.e., how did you say "be bisexual"? To which I answer that he must do what he likes best but without reaching for scandal, in other words be discreet and choose his male partners carefully to have sex with, who must also be healthy and not drunken or naughty, but rather bisexuals like yourself. And he kisses me on the back of my neck, thanking me for his advice and then says "good night", hugs me trying to get some sleep. The next day I woke up in a better mood, and to disguise myself began complaining that the boy snored too much; at night he would sleep in his bunkhouse because it disturbed my sleep all night long. Everyone laughed very hard. Each went about their daily business, and I was still sitting for some time at table drinking coffee when my cousin's wife came over to me and said she would go back to my room tonight but alone with her son. My son wouldn't come home this afternoon as he had been traveling to the state capital. And indeed she slept with me the following evening after having stayed out all night. As I promised you, that if I fell down I would tell you. Account sent by DESIRED. Do you like it? Next story: The goose is dead.