A Marvelous Mutual Initiation
Every time the carnival season arrives, it's the same: men seem to get crazy and find in every little thing a reason for "taking some time" and having a nice chicken around, only to come back with their biggest face... For that is what happened to me at my last Carnival on the eve of travelling into Santa Catarina where I have several relatives somewhat distant, true but whom my family has always kept in touch. So, partially abandoned by my cat, I went to that place not so far away but with a few degrees Celsius less, contrary to all the more usual routes people usually use this festive season such as Bahia and / or remote beaches. At first reluctantly, but then until I liked it different, interesting and would give me an unforgettable experience ...
We stayed in the house of an aunt whom I barely knew by letters, about 30 minutes' drive from downtown. A widow with quite advanced mentality and constantly cheerful, she enjoyed this season very much, even more so now that we are sharing holidays with her. Typical person who enjoys a home full of relatives, loved our acceptance to live in their house for two weeks. And what a house! Three floors, large yard, finally all the stewardships that a respectable retirement allows, plus no modest inheritance left by my then dear uncle (or interest...ira). They had three daughters, two already married and a younger one still living in the house. I learned that she is practically my age; it was comforting to know that at least I would have company on this end of the world. It didn't surprise me how happy Auntie was when she saw us arrive: just two people living in such an immense house should give a feeling of enormous emptiness. With so many rooms in the home, even choosing which room to stay in was difficult. Finally, my parents got into a large suite, and I ended up staying in the next small room. It was smaller but cozy, which helps in a place where it's only 20 degrees at noon on clear skies.
A spoiled girl at first glance, but full of personality, Leila was 23 years old and attended a pre-vestibular course. She spent two years working in the family's various shops in town, but discovered that she had no taste for commerce, so she decided to prepare herself for college. We bonded easily, and I even forgot about my two years older age and the experience of living in a metropolis like Rio de Janeiro when talking to her because she was super intelligent with very advanced ideas which gave me freedom not to measure certain ideas during our conversation.
For the first five days we were both, sort of overly clinging to my parents and aunt because we had to make that pilgrimage in all the houses of relatives whom we haven't seen for decades, and even some who we didn't know... In short, one bag! Of those 15 days in this town, about a third was already gone with that annoyance. It was on the fifth day when Leila took me by the arm and led me to meet the strong young man from the city. Bacaninha, with several live music bars (I love it!) and two dance halls had enough points to cheer me up on those nights we still had there. I noticed that there were no typical Carnival celebrations because the cold weather didn't go very well with wearing little clothing as is customary at this time; only the night was busier than usual according to Leila. Walking with her through the local evening, I was introduced to her friends where it did not occur to me that I had attracted their attention - especially those of boys - by a type uncommon in this region: burnt-out beach brunette, black hair, smooth up to waist and well defined shapes from gymnastics. Still, my cousin attracted the male gaze among so many similar women: 5'10" with a body of 67 kg very well distributed by the way and closing the set with golden key, fair skin, smooth blond hair almost as long as mine and fascinating pair of wide open blue eyes. On that first night without any supervision from our relatives we went dancing in a group of seven people and ended up making it worthwhile. We got home around four o'clock in the morning, no big fuss because after all, we were there to really have fun.
For the next two nights we were locked up in our house, except for my parents and aunt who never got tired of visiting relatives even during bad weather. It was just us together with a small family of servants that lived in a little cottage at the back of the house which would have served me well given Aunty's manic grandeur. We isolated ourselves in her room and did not see any employees going to bed around seven o'clock after work had finished. You start discovering common tastes, like looking at old photo albums and listening to good music and drinking a nice bottle of wine always in that little chill.
On the first of two nights we didn't go out, I told her that my cat and I had taken a break but would hardly roll around. She said she was once engaged for two years to a playboy, son of the city politician figurehead, but from one hour to another couldn't keep up with him anymore and called it quits. According to her, the poor guy still crawls at her feet today begging for a ride, and neither does she. For a man, losing such a woman must not be easy, really. She explained that she felt something was missing in the relationship, which she couldn't explain but was willing to find out at any cost. I decided to help and put my psychological side out there. We talked a lot for hours on end until people came over, went to sleep and we almost turned into nightmares. Sleep began to come and I decided that I would sleep there with her, because her double bed was bigger than my parents' one, and I wanted to talk until I fell asleep. I went into my room to get my pajamas and bedding, and when I came back, I saw her naked changing clothes for the night, facing me from behind, seeing myself in a reflection of an enormous mirror which had hung on the wall above the bed. I could not help but notice and feel slightly envious of the perfection of this curvy little body, just like she also noticed that I kept staring at it. Given such freedom for myself, I did the same to change and this time it was she who was caught by me admiring my bikini marks unimaginable in any other girl of that city. We got a little funny with each other because we exchanged glances and went to sleep quietly as if thinking the same thing...
On the second and last rainy day, our whole family decided to meet for lunch at my grandmother Lurdes's house, which was about an hour from here inland. I wondered what "inside out" would be like and almost died of wanting to run away so that we wouldn't have to go! We left early, and Leila and I got back before everyone else by five o'clock this afternoon. The rain came down hard on us and blocked off the road, forcing my parents and aunt to stay there until the next morning when things were normal again. It was the key to vibrating with a free night so that we could do whatever we wanted in this huge house, starting from my auntie's cellar watered by some of the finest local produce and turning on the radio to liven up our surroundings, then lighting the fireplace to warm ourselves a little bit and enjoying the flame in those fluffy carpets and couches where it is very cool to lie down. Already in the second cup, she began to talk about her lovemaking with ex-fiancé spicy details: at the pool, in their parents' bedroom and even on his family's private jet! As a peer game I did the same thing and simulated my own movements as well. And I could see that she became mute and static when she saw me rocking and rolling over an imaginary little car there on the living room floor. Breaking her awkward silence, Leila wanted to show me the sweaters she had worn with a guy in her room; we went upstairs and turned on the heater at full capacity because of the intense cold. Before that Leila went into the cellar for another bottle. As it took her some time I lay down in bed waiting for her. When she came back inside and saw me lying there, she started laughing and said: "Are you drunk already?" Even though she was halfway over my head, I laughed out loud as well, and we were laughing about ourselves for a while. By that time, we'd already turned the bottle on its neck and started trying out various sweaters she had just waved at us in front of a mirror making sexy faces as if we were being photographed for a men's magazine. The effects of the alcohol were constantly manifesting on both of us: she making faces and poses, laughing non-stop, and I laughed out loud at her in those positions.
The action of the heater began to manifest itself, and although we were feeling even a slight perspiration, we did not turn it off. She started getting into my thoughts and gradually she was letting herself go more and more. I made her lie down in mommy-daddy position with her little beaks wide open so that I could "photograph" her better. I told her to stand up, sticking her butt and breasts tightly in front of me as if she were looking at her lover. She made one of the most sensual expressions that I've ever seen: those golden hairs over her boobs with their little bundle behind them all pinched together and a finger on her mouth lit something unexplainable inside me. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I asked subtly, "Do you want it?" She replied with an affirmative nod of her head: "I do". At first we kissed timidly in fear but gradually intensified the touches until our tongues were wrapped around one another. At the end of that long kiss, we looked at each other lying there unperturbed, still a little frightened but with an accompanying feeling of extreme relief. It seemed to us as if the effect of alcohol had completely evaporated in some magic pass; wishing for the same thing, we began exchanging touches on one another's body parts like our legs and arms, as though we were exploring vast terrain yet to be explored. But bodies such as ours needed very much time before they could be fully exploited...
Knowing what we wanted, we went to work. The first strikes fell on me and I kissed her breasts until they reached the nipples that were huge and lumpy with a slightly darker color than the rest of her skin. They had become completely rigid like my touches and kisses. I felt her breath as she gasped and pressing my mouth against her breast bit them gently making it move all over again. Putting my right hand in its saddle-bag and smoothing it out with circular movements and increasing speed gradually. What pleasure did I feel when giving this beautiful creature arousal? I felt my fingers grinding at her will and the smell in the air was too much. I pulled tightly by her arms and sat her facing me on my lap as if she were riding someone's horse, rubbing my xana into it so we could kiss a few more times, and how well he would kiss that little bitch! Sitting upright on my knee with his hair pulling back to face those wonderful breasts falling down onto them again Leila mumbled like a cat in heat and asked for more, things like "bite, go bite some more". In the middle of kissing, she confirmed her favorite sexual position by asking "take me on all fours now". She confessed to me in our previous conversations that she loved this posture even though she only enjoyed regular vaginal sex without anal. I got up and stood there watching that blond monument stand with his little bundle pointed at me. It was a new experience for both of us and never imagined feeling such hard-on from a woman who is four years old to me under those circumstances. I went from behind, grabbed her by the waist and inserted two fingers into her lapel which was extremely lubricated offering no obstacle for me to put them up to her uterus. It was divine to feel it in my hands all mine under my control in that position as I do with my boyfriend when going over him she started screaming out of delight and begging to push more until the end and hit harder sensing that she would mock i began making circular movements with my fingers inside her while rubbing her lips with another hand Leila mocked in a way that I had never laughed at or even dreamed of seeing anyone do. Her mouth trembled, and her breasts swayed painfully as the rest of her body and half-open eyes gave off an air like she'd been drugged, which I could tell from the reflection on the mirror opposite us.
We looked at each other and started laughing intensely, giggling together with the newly discovered horizon. From hand to mouth we exchanged a few kisses on our faces and I came out of that trance by looking up at my digital clock in the butler's closet and seeing it was just after eight o'clock. We spent more than two hours in this cozy huddle feeling like there was still breath left for us. Leila quietly asked me if I had done everything I wanted to do with her, and I said yes. Then she stepped forward and said: "I want to prove myself now". I like oral sex, but never imagined doing it with another cat! The time had come. Leila, reawakened from the recent enjoyment, knelt in front of me between my legs. I could imagine how my boyfriend felt when I started up on him because the position that I stood with him when he went to ride him was the same as she'd been. Really, the view is exceptional: her thighs got thicker when bent over, giving a feeling that if she sat down on me, she would swallow me whole with her little kissing-cup. Her nipples from her breasts emptying the golden wall that her hair produced over them in a splendid vision. She opened my legs and inserted her fingers into my vagina, whose abundant black hairs contrasted with her blond furry locks. It was an exhilarating sensation; I closed my eyes and saw the fulfillment of a long-held repressed fantasy in an overwhelming whirlwind of thoughts. She showed quick learning because she repeated the same movements as I did to her. I'm not one for fast jokes but on a new experience anything is possible. I saw it in the only way possible: testing my limits. Throwing her hair back, she bent down and began to kiss my little cricket. Ecstasy! I started twitching and when I noticed that I had quickly lost control of my body which was trembling all over. She realized this and liked it very much so she grabbed my butt with both hands for more firmness and buried her tongue into my furry hole. My thin screams just excited her even further and made Leila shorten the interval between one lick and another increasing the pace. Her tongue looked like a sandpaper torturing me. I leaned my trunk against her elbows and saw in the mirror reflection a sight that will never be forgotten: Leila on all fours sucking me, with her huge spiky bundle just above my body from belly upwards, hair over shoulders and oh how swollen my breasts were! They seemed to inflate as this delicious little mouth punched at me. She tasted my bouquet like a starving man onto a plate of food, forcefully and willingly. Her hands completed the job by sliding across my stomach, legs and nipples, clenching them into my kisses, driving me crazy. There was so much excitement around me that I couldn't get anything else out of it: I had fun, a lot of fun in my little cousin's face who could feel all the dirtiness flowing from her lips. While I was having fun she would swear at me softly which only turned me on even more.
After a comparatively long rest, filled with the most frank dialogue I've ever had about my crickets fucking women, we made love several more times in various positions so that one of us could exploit each other's pleasure to its fullest.
The nights we went out together were very different from then on. We looked at each other with an explicit complicity, easily noticed when we dominated the dance floors of the region; the others looked at us with something like admiration and envy, and suspected what they would never dare to say but which they hardly knew had already been accomplished. Men? Ra! They dabbled in our charm, offering several rounds of complimentary drinks, and some even wanted to take pictures with us.
Of all the other days I spent there, we were only able to make love again one more day -the penultimate- and even then with much greater restraint because any excess noise would arouse suspicion on the part of the household staff who decided to quiet down at home after numerous visits.
At the farewell, Auntie stressed for the umpteenth time the importance of continuing to hold together those family ties that she so venerated. Little did she know that if it depended on us two, these bonds would never be broken again and that she had gained weighty allies in order to bring about as soon as possible her next family reunion...
We stayed in the house of an aunt whom I barely knew by letters, about 30 minutes' drive from downtown. A widow with quite advanced mentality and constantly cheerful, she enjoyed this season very much, even more so now that we are sharing holidays with her. Typical person who enjoys a home full of relatives, loved our acceptance to live in their house for two weeks. And what a house! Three floors, large yard, finally all the stewardships that a respectable retirement allows, plus no modest inheritance left by my then dear uncle (or interest...ira). They had three daughters, two already married and a younger one still living in the house. I learned that she is practically my age; it was comforting to know that at least I would have company on this end of the world. It didn't surprise me how happy Auntie was when she saw us arrive: just two people living in such an immense house should give a feeling of enormous emptiness. With so many rooms in the home, even choosing which room to stay in was difficult. Finally, my parents got into a large suite, and I ended up staying in the next small room. It was smaller but cozy, which helps in a place where it's only 20 degrees at noon on clear skies.
A spoiled girl at first glance, but full of personality, Leila was 23 years old and attended a pre-vestibular course. She spent two years working in the family's various shops in town, but discovered that she had no taste for commerce, so she decided to prepare herself for college. We bonded easily, and I even forgot about my two years older age and the experience of living in a metropolis like Rio de Janeiro when talking to her because she was super intelligent with very advanced ideas which gave me freedom not to measure certain ideas during our conversation.
For the first five days we were both, sort of overly clinging to my parents and aunt because we had to make that pilgrimage in all the houses of relatives whom we haven't seen for decades, and even some who we didn't know... In short, one bag! Of those 15 days in this town, about a third was already gone with that annoyance. It was on the fifth day when Leila took me by the arm and led me to meet the strong young man from the city. Bacaninha, with several live music bars (I love it!) and two dance halls had enough points to cheer me up on those nights we still had there. I noticed that there were no typical Carnival celebrations because the cold weather didn't go very well with wearing little clothing as is customary at this time; only the night was busier than usual according to Leila. Walking with her through the local evening, I was introduced to her friends where it did not occur to me that I had attracted their attention - especially those of boys - by a type uncommon in this region: burnt-out beach brunette, black hair, smooth up to waist and well defined shapes from gymnastics. Still, my cousin attracted the male gaze among so many similar women: 5'10" with a body of 67 kg very well distributed by the way and closing the set with golden key, fair skin, smooth blond hair almost as long as mine and fascinating pair of wide open blue eyes. On that first night without any supervision from our relatives we went dancing in a group of seven people and ended up making it worthwhile. We got home around four o'clock in the morning, no big fuss because after all, we were there to really have fun.
For the next two nights we were locked up in our house, except for my parents and aunt who never got tired of visiting relatives even during bad weather. It was just us together with a small family of servants that lived in a little cottage at the back of the house which would have served me well given Aunty's manic grandeur. We isolated ourselves in her room and did not see any employees going to bed around seven o'clock after work had finished. You start discovering common tastes, like looking at old photo albums and listening to good music and drinking a nice bottle of wine always in that little chill.
On the first of two nights we didn't go out, I told her that my cat and I had taken a break but would hardly roll around. She said she was once engaged for two years to a playboy, son of the city politician figurehead, but from one hour to another couldn't keep up with him anymore and called it quits. According to her, the poor guy still crawls at her feet today begging for a ride, and neither does she. For a man, losing such a woman must not be easy, really. She explained that she felt something was missing in the relationship, which she couldn't explain but was willing to find out at any cost. I decided to help and put my psychological side out there. We talked a lot for hours on end until people came over, went to sleep and we almost turned into nightmares. Sleep began to come and I decided that I would sleep there with her, because her double bed was bigger than my parents' one, and I wanted to talk until I fell asleep. I went into my room to get my pajamas and bedding, and when I came back, I saw her naked changing clothes for the night, facing me from behind, seeing myself in a reflection of an enormous mirror which had hung on the wall above the bed. I could not help but notice and feel slightly envious of the perfection of this curvy little body, just like she also noticed that I kept staring at it. Given such freedom for myself, I did the same to change and this time it was she who was caught by me admiring my bikini marks unimaginable in any other girl of that city. We got a little funny with each other because we exchanged glances and went to sleep quietly as if thinking the same thing...
On the second and last rainy day, our whole family decided to meet for lunch at my grandmother Lurdes's house, which was about an hour from here inland. I wondered what "inside out" would be like and almost died of wanting to run away so that we wouldn't have to go! We left early, and Leila and I got back before everyone else by five o'clock this afternoon. The rain came down hard on us and blocked off the road, forcing my parents and aunt to stay there until the next morning when things were normal again. It was the key to vibrating with a free night so that we could do whatever we wanted in this huge house, starting from my auntie's cellar watered by some of the finest local produce and turning on the radio to liven up our surroundings, then lighting the fireplace to warm ourselves a little bit and enjoying the flame in those fluffy carpets and couches where it is very cool to lie down. Already in the second cup, she began to talk about her lovemaking with ex-fiancé spicy details: at the pool, in their parents' bedroom and even on his family's private jet! As a peer game I did the same thing and simulated my own movements as well. And I could see that she became mute and static when she saw me rocking and rolling over an imaginary little car there on the living room floor. Breaking her awkward silence, Leila wanted to show me the sweaters she had worn with a guy in her room; we went upstairs and turned on the heater at full capacity because of the intense cold. Before that Leila went into the cellar for another bottle. As it took her some time I lay down in bed waiting for her. When she came back inside and saw me lying there, she started laughing and said: "Are you drunk already?" Even though she was halfway over my head, I laughed out loud as well, and we were laughing about ourselves for a while. By that time, we'd already turned the bottle on its neck and started trying out various sweaters she had just waved at us in front of a mirror making sexy faces as if we were being photographed for a men's magazine. The effects of the alcohol were constantly manifesting on both of us: she making faces and poses, laughing non-stop, and I laughed out loud at her in those positions.
The action of the heater began to manifest itself, and although we were feeling even a slight perspiration, we did not turn it off. She started getting into my thoughts and gradually she was letting herself go more and more. I made her lie down in mommy-daddy position with her little beaks wide open so that I could "photograph" her better. I told her to stand up, sticking her butt and breasts tightly in front of me as if she were looking at her lover. She made one of the most sensual expressions that I've ever seen: those golden hairs over her boobs with their little bundle behind them all pinched together and a finger on her mouth lit something unexplainable inside me. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I asked subtly, "Do you want it?" She replied with an affirmative nod of her head: "I do". At first we kissed timidly in fear but gradually intensified the touches until our tongues were wrapped around one another. At the end of that long kiss, we looked at each other lying there unperturbed, still a little frightened but with an accompanying feeling of extreme relief. It seemed to us as if the effect of alcohol had completely evaporated in some magic pass; wishing for the same thing, we began exchanging touches on one another's body parts like our legs and arms, as though we were exploring vast terrain yet to be explored. But bodies such as ours needed very much time before they could be fully exploited...
Knowing what we wanted, we went to work. The first strikes fell on me and I kissed her breasts until they reached the nipples that were huge and lumpy with a slightly darker color than the rest of her skin. They had become completely rigid like my touches and kisses. I felt her breath as she gasped and pressing my mouth against her breast bit them gently making it move all over again. Putting my right hand in its saddle-bag and smoothing it out with circular movements and increasing speed gradually. What pleasure did I feel when giving this beautiful creature arousal? I felt my fingers grinding at her will and the smell in the air was too much. I pulled tightly by her arms and sat her facing me on my lap as if she were riding someone's horse, rubbing my xana into it so we could kiss a few more times, and how well he would kiss that little bitch! Sitting upright on my knee with his hair pulling back to face those wonderful breasts falling down onto them again Leila mumbled like a cat in heat and asked for more, things like "bite, go bite some more". In the middle of kissing, she confirmed her favorite sexual position by asking "take me on all fours now". She confessed to me in our previous conversations that she loved this posture even though she only enjoyed regular vaginal sex without anal. I got up and stood there watching that blond monument stand with his little bundle pointed at me. It was a new experience for both of us and never imagined feeling such hard-on from a woman who is four years old to me under those circumstances. I went from behind, grabbed her by the waist and inserted two fingers into her lapel which was extremely lubricated offering no obstacle for me to put them up to her uterus. It was divine to feel it in my hands all mine under my control in that position as I do with my boyfriend when going over him she started screaming out of delight and begging to push more until the end and hit harder sensing that she would mock i began making circular movements with my fingers inside her while rubbing her lips with another hand Leila mocked in a way that I had never laughed at or even dreamed of seeing anyone do. Her mouth trembled, and her breasts swayed painfully as the rest of her body and half-open eyes gave off an air like she'd been drugged, which I could tell from the reflection on the mirror opposite us.
We looked at each other and started laughing intensely, giggling together with the newly discovered horizon. From hand to mouth we exchanged a few kisses on our faces and I came out of that trance by looking up at my digital clock in the butler's closet and seeing it was just after eight o'clock. We spent more than two hours in this cozy huddle feeling like there was still breath left for us. Leila quietly asked me if I had done everything I wanted to do with her, and I said yes. Then she stepped forward and said: "I want to prove myself now". I like oral sex, but never imagined doing it with another cat! The time had come. Leila, reawakened from the recent enjoyment, knelt in front of me between my legs. I could imagine how my boyfriend felt when I started up on him because the position that I stood with him when he went to ride him was the same as she'd been. Really, the view is exceptional: her thighs got thicker when bent over, giving a feeling that if she sat down on me, she would swallow me whole with her little kissing-cup. Her nipples from her breasts emptying the golden wall that her hair produced over them in a splendid vision. She opened my legs and inserted her fingers into my vagina, whose abundant black hairs contrasted with her blond furry locks. It was an exhilarating sensation; I closed my eyes and saw the fulfillment of a long-held repressed fantasy in an overwhelming whirlwind of thoughts. She showed quick learning because she repeated the same movements as I did to her. I'm not one for fast jokes but on a new experience anything is possible. I saw it in the only way possible: testing my limits. Throwing her hair back, she bent down and began to kiss my little cricket. Ecstasy! I started twitching and when I noticed that I had quickly lost control of my body which was trembling all over. She realized this and liked it very much so she grabbed my butt with both hands for more firmness and buried her tongue into my furry hole. My thin screams just excited her even further and made Leila shorten the interval between one lick and another increasing the pace. Her tongue looked like a sandpaper torturing me. I leaned my trunk against her elbows and saw in the mirror reflection a sight that will never be forgotten: Leila on all fours sucking me, with her huge spiky bundle just above my body from belly upwards, hair over shoulders and oh how swollen my breasts were! They seemed to inflate as this delicious little mouth punched at me. She tasted my bouquet like a starving man onto a plate of food, forcefully and willingly. Her hands completed the job by sliding across my stomach, legs and nipples, clenching them into my kisses, driving me crazy. There was so much excitement around me that I couldn't get anything else out of it: I had fun, a lot of fun in my little cousin's face who could feel all the dirtiness flowing from her lips. While I was having fun she would swear at me softly which only turned me on even more.
After a comparatively long rest, filled with the most frank dialogue I've ever had about my crickets fucking women, we made love several more times in various positions so that one of us could exploit each other's pleasure to its fullest.
The nights we went out together were very different from then on. We looked at each other with an explicit complicity, easily noticed when we dominated the dance floors of the region; the others looked at us with something like admiration and envy, and suspected what they would never dare to say but which they hardly knew had already been accomplished. Men? Ra! They dabbled in our charm, offering several rounds of complimentary drinks, and some even wanted to take pictures with us.
Of all the other days I spent there, we were only able to make love again one more day -the penultimate- and even then with much greater restraint because any excess noise would arouse suspicion on the part of the household staff who decided to quiet down at home after numerous visits.
At the farewell, Auntie stressed for the umpteenth time the importance of continuing to hold together those family ties that she so venerated. Little did she know that if it depended on us two, these bonds would never be broken again and that she had gained weighty allies in order to bring about as soon as possible her next family reunion...
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