Lucky and unlucky (2)

With the dissolution of the business partnership between my father and my uncle I ended up without a job or opportunity as I had no intention of getting my hands dirty with grease in the mechanical workshop that my old man was installing in a rented shed; to my pure luck I met with an old Lebanese friend who knew me from early childhood and knowing of my difficulties offered me to take care of his shop where he sold stationery and cabinetry; I accepted promptly wanting to know what he would do next; he told me that his son would open a bed, table and bathroom clothing store that he would take care of; we struck our deal and the next day there I was selling paper, pen, boots and sewing lines.
A long time later I was visited by my aunt Isaltina, whose face showed itself melancholy with a bowed posture; without ceremony I went to meet her and gave her an embrace which she returned by squeezing me tightly. "So, I think you know everything by now, don't you?" she asked when we lost our senses; I looked at her face and gave her a smile before answering.
"Of all what?" I asked firmly. "That you and my father had an affair, and that one of my cousins could be my brother?" "Yes, I heard, and I don't care!" "After all, you yourself said they were young"... "Leave that in the past, aunt!"
- You mean you don't care? So everything is fine between us? - she said, looking for confirmation.
"Yes, aunt, I don't mind", I replied emphatically, "and yes, everything is fine between us, even though I'm not with my father and his husband.
"Then may I ask you something?" she asked again in a low voice. "Your uncle, you know, he travels a lot and I'm so lonely. Couldn't you come by and keep me company for a few hours?"
I was sure that she wanted something more than just companionship, and I was flattered, even though my current activity made everything more difficult. "At night? ..., um, let's see ..., Ah! Yes you can! But you need to warn me before I say that the bar is clean ..., turn on the clock before leaving and if I do not answer ..., turn it off! ", was his answer when he wanted to know if he could go during the night.
We parted with the necessary formality, and I took it upon myself to invent a night course to warn home what had earned me the right to use my mother's car even without a driver's license under my father's reproachful gaze; I came to suspect that he knew something, but there was a respectful silence between us, since he knew that I knew something that my mother had always suspected!
In the late afternoon of the next day, I closed the little shop of the Lebanese, called my aunt who answered saying that everything was free, light and loose; I then mounted on my mother's Gordini heading for the house of the nanny and when I arrived there the bitch was already naked, lying on the bed with open legs scratching the serene full of anxiety. With laborious gestures, I took off my clothes and plunged between the legs of Isaltina removing her hand and starting a well-deserved tongue bath in that hot and wet bucket; and I did not need much effort to succeed in making her enjoy by successively irrigating my mouth with her nectar to the sound of her hysterical screams and shrill moans; I did not give her a lick sucking and sucking without stopping with some more eloquent clicks on her right side causing tremors and vibrations between her lowered body and a tremulous skin.
It was an incredible thing to delight myself with the lambuced siren feeling the hairs tickle my nose stimulating an atrocious continuity; at one point I dared to stick the pointer into the hole feeling Isaltina vibrating in delirium indicating that my gesture was a mind-boggling complement; without words I continued sticking another finger and sucking vigorously until I got more plentiful mocks.
And when Isaltina showed clear signs of exhaustion I thought we would end right there which did not happen since she seemed to keep other surprises for me; without warning she moved me away and changed her position by putting herself on all fours on the bed displaying her bulging butt at the same time as she asked me to separate her buttocks in order to display the joy and the brioco at its center. <unk>That cuisine has no owner anymore! Fuck me for the cuisine! He is yours now!<unk>, babbled with her embarrassed but anxious. Immediately, I took up a position salivating on my pincel leaving it a little oiled passing the brush to bury it in the moment until, trembling, with a strong lace string burying the good part of the inside of his brute.
Isaltina screamed frantically and, tickling her behind, demanded that I complete the act, which I did with only two more blunt blows; soon we were in a hallucinatory anal fuck, allowing me even to squeeze those juicy buttocks in my hands, seeing their flesh squeezed between my fingers; and such was our delirious eagerness that soon one could hear the creaking of the bed, which could no longer endure our voracious impetuosity, as if it articulated a rhythm that could accompany our movements. I did not think of anything else, and so much so that the joy came without warning with jets of sperm filling that impetuous ass and draining all my vital energy.
We remained engaged for some time with me feeling the pistol wither allowing me to take it out at once causing a last breath of pleasure on my aunt's sweaty and exhausted body; while I lay on the edge of the bed I could watch the thread of semen flowing copiously from the enlarged hole that she struggled to contract without much success; aware that I could not stay much longer I gave a surprise kiss on the mouth of Isaltina jumping out of bed and dressing my clothes in the way that was possible; I returned home satisfied and without regrets remaining oblivious to the family stories.
From that night on, whenever possible, I would go to meet Isaltina, being careful to call before to see if it was possible; I would walk with my pockets full of phone cards and a good part of what I earned in the Lebanese shop I would spend on fuel in my mother's Gordini; on one of those nights Isaltina waited for me as always: naked on the bed, but when I approached she made a curious request. <unk>Do you want me to suck your thumb?
A few weeks passed before we had a chance to meet again, and as always when I arrived Isaltina was already waiting for me naked on the bed, but suggesting a novelty; she asked me to undress by lying down next to her and as soon as I complied with her request she came over me in an inverted position rubbing that warm and moist bouquet on my face; immediately I began to suck her giving long licks being interrupted only in moments when she sat on my face moving back and forth in gestures that drove me crazy. And when she leaned back over me I felt her mouth tucking my pistol starting a suck even more mind-boggling than the previous ones.
We stayed in this mutual sucking allowing my aunt to experience an unstoppable wave of orgasms that made her lose control rubbing her whole body on mine making that moment so delirious that I tried to keep it forever in my memory; seeing myself defeated, I capitulated reaching my apex ejaculating inside the mouth of Isaltina who dedicated herself to containing the load to swallow it ending with long licks to leave my goose clean of any remnants of the pleasure that she embarrasses herself to taste.
That night when we said goodbye, Isaltina warned that maybe that was our last meeting, because my uncle would stop traveling to take care of more office matters, even hiring two professional truckers to handle the transport of cargo; I preferred not to say anything swallowing my resignation and left without looking back. More than six months passed until my desire spoke louder and at the end of the afternoon I called her hoping to be answered. <unk> Hi, cousin! Is it you? Can't you talk? I'm Verena! <unk>, she said as soon as she answered the phone; I confess that my initial impulse was to turn off the phone, but I ended up not doing it by answering her call.
-Mom was crazy waiting for you to call! <unk> she continued full of excitement <unk> Why don't you come here? ..., she and I are waiting for you ..., come soon!
-Are you serious? I can really go <unk> I asked in a hesitant tone.
Come, there are two bastards waiting for you.
Without further thought I went home and upon arriving there found that my mother had left in her car for a business appointment during the afternoon and had not yet returned; I was mourning my fate when my father arrived unannounced and looked at me with a sober expression.
That's what you were waiting for, isn't it? he asked throwing his car keys on my lap. I don't need to know where you're going I just need you and the car to come back in one piece!
Even though I was very surprised by his attitude, I wasted no time with explanations and got in the Dodge Polara and started towards my aunt's house already imagining what would be waiting for me. I went up the stairs to the kitchen and advanced through the corridor until I reached Isaltina's room where I found her naked sitting on the bed with my cousin also naked lying on her lap; both of them were carrying their piriquitas and looking at me with expressions loaded with lust. "Fuck, cousin! You took a long time, huh? It's a good thing I came here tonight to see you with your mother!" announced Verena with a maroon tone rubbing her finger on the shirt with her enthusiasm.
-Look, this little dog came here already expecting it! <unk> commented my aunt with the same naughty tone <unk> she said that her male doesn't know about risotto either!
-Ah! That bastard is very bad in bed! <unk> corrected Verena with the same tone <unk> he only knows how to fuck, mock and snore ..., and how that Portuguese from hell snores! Ahhh! Look at me! Take off your clothes and come fuck me!
Still a little stunned by the situation that seemed too unusual, I tried to take advantage by taking off my clothes and running towards the bed; Verena anticipated lying down in the middle of her mother's legs opening and raising her legs offering me her beautiful, shaved and fleshy headband; I got on top of her and the erection was so intense that I didn't even have to make much effort since the pistol found its way to the chest first; I started with fast and deep pelvic blows rounding off in a first orgasm eager for the cousin whose scream was contained by the hand of Isaltina who knew the need to keep up appearances.
I was alarmed by the endless wave of orgasms that shook Verena's body, testifying that for some time she had not enjoyed as much pleasure as that night; I took the opportunity to suck her nipples, holding them between her lips, giving small squeezes that made her even more excited, imposing a new orgasmic sequence that made her tremble involuntarily, stuttering inaudible words mixed with muffled groans. Every now and then I looked at my aunt's face and perceived in her an anxiety to receive the same treatment as for other riffs. Unfortunately, my euphoria for so long did not take long to take its toll, crossing the barrier of my resistance, until it culminated in an unexpected climax that made me enjoy ejaculating inside my cousin's lampshade.
Still under the domination of the pulsation of the jets of sperm being thrown into the vulva of my cousin I did not contain a fearful expression already imagining an undesirable unfolding of the situation that could lead to the same mistake made by my father many years ago. "Don't worry, cousin! I'm taking the pill because the trash does not want children now!" warned Verena leaving me a little more calm, but still with a certain fog of doubt over my mind. When I left Verena she got up to go to the bathroom leaving me alone with Isaltina who kept an air of dissatisfaction lamenting the loss of her fortune. In order not to lose the rhythm of the moment, I devoted myself between her legs giving her the best oral sex that could provide her as a compensation.
However, Isaltina did not give up and took care to change to the inverted position so that we could enjoy an eloquent half-nine; I thanked the fact that my physiological cheerfulness outweighed my inconsistency and I was exultant when I felt a puzzling erection arising vigorously not long before filling the mouth of my aunt who hurried to improve the sucking so that we could enjoy new moments of immense and intense pleasure. It did not take long for her to get on all fours on the bed swinging her ass and calling me to fuck.
My excitement was of such a magnitude that I buried the pyro in the kitchen with two very strong kicks, forcing my aunt to grind her teeth so as not to scream with excitement; I began a succession of deep, rhythmic kicks that lasted for a long time until she announced the surprise of enjoying a surprising anal pleasure; that for me was an indescribable joy stimulating to continue punishing that tail with more furious kicks; and I was so focused on my task that it took me a long time to notice the arrival of Verena with her renewed excitement to the point of putting herself in a position that left her little bird within reach of her mother's mouth.
"Go, bitch, suck your little daughter, suck!" she demanded with an exasperated tone, even rubbing her cheek on Isaltina's lips, who saw no alternative but to eat the succulence that was within reach of her mouth.
For my part, I enjoyed the spectacle without losing the rhythm of the vehement punches punishing my aunt's ass mercilessly, being even more surprised when she announced a new anal enjoyment, leaving me in a state of grace for having achieved such a feat. Already sweaty, exhausted and in pain, my aunt cried for me to give her a respite at the same time that Verena demanded that I fuck her again as compensation for the time she had been in marital drought; when we changed positions, I covered my cousin and put iron in her pocket beating with the same vigor as she had done with her mother who was lying next to us anticipating the vision of seeing her daughter being fucked by her cousin; nor do I imagine what must have passed through her mind, but I could have the impression that she was traveling in time.
A long time later, with Verena already exhausted from so much fun, I tried to back off, but she insisted that I needed one more round of macho drenching her mouth, and I acquiesced by speeding up my movements until I finally reached my climax by experiencing a liberating orgasm as I unloaded hot, thick semen inside my naughty little cousin. By the end of it all, I was gripped by a colossal exhaustion unable to move without feeling my muscles aching and my head buzzing. They insisted that I sleep with them, but I regretted not being able to do so by remembering in the car that came in my father's car that I would need him the next morning. It was a laconic and somewhat depressing dismissal, for I had on my part the distinct feeling that out of that last night I enjoyed the company of my aunt and my cousin as well.
The distance was only interrupted by the news of my uncle's death in a serious car accident, something that resonated with my father, for it was one of the very few times I saw him hold back his tears.