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I'm Ana Cláudia, 38 years old. Married; 1.65 m tall and weighs 69 kg. My skin is white and soft with dark brown eyes, blond hair that runs smoothly over my head. I have broad hips, medium breasts, a fleshy mouth and well-built thighs. Since childhood I was always very attached to love and sex. I remember when I was about six years old listening to Mommy and Daddy making love in their room. There were lots of whispers and groans! That situation made me feel tense without knowing for sure what was really going on. Because many times I thought Mama (Luíza) was suffering because there was so much moaning! I couldn't help but overhear, my room was right next to theirs. My mother was scandalous! Today I know that she must have enjoyed very much on the stick of my father (Pedro)! (Laughter) God bless him!
The first erotic magazine I saw at the age of nine, in my aunt's house (Clarice, mother's sister). It was a pocket magazine that featured naked women. I was reigning over her beautiful cottage when I came across some copies of "Private" mixed with books from the series "Sabrina", "Bianca" and "Julia". This material was hidden among old newspapers that my aunty kept in her laundry room. She was white, dark brown eyes, blond hair, smooth and long sitting on a sofa in the bedroom cross-legged with one hand under her chin leaning against her right leg. Sexy look, make up, black tights seven eighths of an inch, light ribbons coming out from beneath a short black dress. I'll never forget it! (Laughter) It was also at this time that I became enthralled with the Sabrina, Bianca and Julia series of erotic fiction books. Have you enjoyed reading these series? Read them. Some friends know how much I love to read them and they always bring copies for us to exchange.
Mother always advised me and my sister (Patricia, five years younger than I) never to let anyone touch our private parts and that if it happened we should tell them immediately. The subject of sex was treated in a natural way by my parents; the subjects were tailor-made for the age at which my sister and I were living.
At school, among my friends there were always issues related to sex. We exchanged curiosities about what we thought of the adult world. We were discovering our sexuality. When I was eleven years old, fifth grade, I had my first lesson on sex and lectures where teachers from science and biology explained venereal diseases and human reproduction took place. Very interesting lessons for our training. There was no Internet and this was one way to learn more about sex. My girlfriends and I got excited in classes! We felt a mixture of shame and excitement during the explanations, which only heightened my curiosity!
Also at this age, I saw nudity on television for the first time. In carnival of 1986, a TV station broadcast dances (carnival) after midnight and 30 minutes live. This type of programming was common in those days. On one day of revelry, as soon as Mommy and Daddy went to sleep, I was in the room with my sister five years younger than me. She slept. (Laughter) It was past 1:47 a.m., when I found myself, changing channels -- no remote control -- with women in lingerie dancing and rolling around to the sound of carnival marches; lots of breasts sticking out and juicy buttocks on screen; some women were naked in the living room: A feeling of freedom and enchantment! That's what it felt like. An impact inside me. I just felt my body different, anxious and tense and hot and realized that it was getting wetter and more moist, not knowing what this thing is. It made me want to run away! (Laughter) The images mesmerized me; the women were beautiful -- I confess instinctively touched myself looking at them: I wanted to be like those women -- being in that ballroom, in that dance hall! (Delighted - laughter) And the sensation I had was something sliding into my vagina, making my hips twitch and contracting my body, a chill inside of my belly and warmth going from feet to head as it softens over my bed. A viscous liquid flowed through my vagina and wet my cotton panties. It happened several times during the time I was watching carnival dancing. I got scared, very afraid! But I didn't want to stop seeing it. I put my hands on my vagina in an impulse of trying to hold what uncontrollably went on inside me by looking at those images! All for naught! I was in clouds and a pleasurable satisfaction took over my body many times! Those were my first orgasms! Wonderful! Unique moments. Exhausted and frightened of being seen, I turned off the TV and lay down to sleep. My white cotton panties looked like a wet handkerchief! (Laughter) On the other carnival days, I also watched dances. (Laughs) I was embarrassed to open up with my mom and learned from friends and life what it felt inside me when she touched me; it was such an intimate and pleasurable feeling that I started masturbating more and more.
When I was 12 years old, I had my first period. The blood flowed out of the vagina and stained my cotton panties and pajamas on the bed while I slept. I didn't feel any cramping (it would be nice if all periods were like this). As soon as I got up from the bed, I realized that I was bleeding! It scared me so much, I sat down in bed and started crying. My sister saw how I reacted and called Mommy. I thought it hurt when she touched me before going to sleep. She called my sister Patricia (she was seven years old at the time) and they sat down next to me. My mom explained what had happened, and what we women should do when we bleed once a month. The tampon would become as intimate as my thoughts! Next week she took me to her gynecologist for some tests. Thank God I was fine with it all. The pubic hair made a nice volume in my cotton underpants, and I could feel my hips growing and my body changing all the time.
At the age of 13, I began to observe sexual conflicts within myself. While my friends were interested in boys, without their knowing it, I was interested in them!
One day, while studying at the house of a friend named Maria Eduarda, I grabbed her and tried to kiss her. She couldn't resist and let herself be carried away by the situation! We kissed each other! It was my first kiss! Her own too! We were alone in her room and could no longer stand just looking at her beautiful hair or smelling her body next to mine. She had such soft mouths that I lost myself in her arms. I remember going home happy with life for having kissed for the first time and felt the charms of my favorite friend. Her smell stuck on me! The following day, we didn't even talk about it at school. I bet she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss we had, either.
About ten days later, I went back to her house and studied with her again. When it was time for me to leave, we kissed in her room; I passed my hands over hers and licked her neck; she responded; we got wet! We identified ourselves; she seemed to feel the same things that I did: we made love; there were kisses, handshakes and little licks on each other's bodies - no penetration -- but an orgasm had occurred; we started studying together more often -- just us two! (Laughter)
Almost a year later, at the end of eighth grade I went to study in her house as usual. Her mother (Dama Marilena) and younger brother (Paulo) had gone out. We were alone in her home. After another afternoon's studies and caresses we embraced each other and lay down on her soft bed with only cotton underpants. It was a hot day! She kissed my mouth and felt the tenderness of her lips. The warmth of her breath over me. We didn't even notice that her mom and little brother returned. Miss Marilena opened the door of her room (without knocking) and found us together. The house collapsed! (Laughter) We got a big scare, covered ourselves with Maria Eduarda's bedspread. Her mother made an uproar! She ordered that we get dressed; she told me to pack my things and go away from her home. And also said that I would have a talk with my mommy. I explained everything that was going on between me and Maria Eduarda. She understood, but she also gave me a hard time. She asked me to be slow because we were too young to act like this. But didn't condemn us! (I was super happy) At the beginning of the night Mrs Marilena (Maria Eduarda was with her) came to my house to talk to Mother. Told what had been witnessed and asked for arrangements. Mama listened and said:
They're just developing their sexuality.
Marilena retorted and showed herself furious:
- I didn't raise a daughter to be worldly and not even shoemaker. What will my neighbors and family think?
Mother was amazed:
- My God, Marilena! But what is this? You are making storms in a glass of water. Firstly don't label them with the terms pimps such as whores and sneakers. I do not care what people think about my daughter. What really matters is how she thinks about herself. Liking girls isn't being a slut! Homosexuality is just a variation on the development of sexuality. Let them decide their own lives.
Marilena became even more nervous:
- It's because of people like you that this world is really lost! You are encouraging their whoring. The greatest penance for a mother is to have a daughter shoe. My God, where did I go wrong? Why has she become a shoe? I do not admit my daughter likes girls. She loves men and will soon marry in order to get these ideas out of the hat your daughter keeps throwing into her little head!
Mother sighed and spoke again:
- Marilena, calm down! They're not whoring. You didn't make a mistake when you raised Maria Eduarda. She did not become lesbian. She was born this way. My daughter was born like that. They don't feel it because they chose or find beautiful. They are attracted to girls. They discover their wills and destinies whether together or separately. Let them be free to feel what they really want in their lives. Have patience. Calm down! It is not the end of the world. So do you mean you would rather have a daughter who steals or kills than a lesbian?
Marilena looked at her mother and firmly replied:
- Yes, I prefer it!
Marilena, very tense and nervous, picked up Maria Eduarda and left her mother's house. María Eduardo was crying a lot (so am I). A few days later she told me that she had gotten shingles on both legs because of the abuse done to her by her mother. Dona Marilene took her many times to see a psychologist - all in vain! She found out that it was herself who needed treatment!
My mother and my sister are the safe havens of my life. I love them so much! (Kisses Luisa and Patricia) Maria Eduarda started to meet me secretly. We stayed together for another year, then we went our separate ways. She will always live in my heart. We lost our virginity together on the same day at a friend's apartment who had traveled. (Laughter) At sixteen years old, one summer afternoon she penetrated me with her beautiful silicone penis! I did it too! A kiss, my eternal Doubt. Today she's married to a handsome man and has an affair with the nanny of her youngest daughter! (Laughter) We talk all the time.
[Continue in the story "Our sister-in-law"]
Guys, that's it for today.
The first erotic magazine I saw at the age of nine, in my aunt's house (Clarice, mother's sister). It was a pocket magazine that featured naked women. I was reigning over her beautiful cottage when I came across some copies of "Private" mixed with books from the series "Sabrina", "Bianca" and "Julia". This material was hidden among old newspapers that my aunty kept in her laundry room. She was white, dark brown eyes, blond hair, smooth and long sitting on a sofa in the bedroom cross-legged with one hand under her chin leaning against her right leg. Sexy look, make up, black tights seven eighths of an inch, light ribbons coming out from beneath a short black dress. I'll never forget it! (Laughter) It was also at this time that I became enthralled with the Sabrina, Bianca and Julia series of erotic fiction books. Have you enjoyed reading these series? Read them. Some friends know how much I love to read them and they always bring copies for us to exchange.
Mother always advised me and my sister (Patricia, five years younger than I) never to let anyone touch our private parts and that if it happened we should tell them immediately. The subject of sex was treated in a natural way by my parents; the subjects were tailor-made for the age at which my sister and I were living.
At school, among my friends there were always issues related to sex. We exchanged curiosities about what we thought of the adult world. We were discovering our sexuality. When I was eleven years old, fifth grade, I had my first lesson on sex and lectures where teachers from science and biology explained venereal diseases and human reproduction took place. Very interesting lessons for our training. There was no Internet and this was one way to learn more about sex. My girlfriends and I got excited in classes! We felt a mixture of shame and excitement during the explanations, which only heightened my curiosity!
Also at this age, I saw nudity on television for the first time. In carnival of 1986, a TV station broadcast dances (carnival) after midnight and 30 minutes live. This type of programming was common in those days. On one day of revelry, as soon as Mommy and Daddy went to sleep, I was in the room with my sister five years younger than me. She slept. (Laughter) It was past 1:47 a.m., when I found myself, changing channels -- no remote control -- with women in lingerie dancing and rolling around to the sound of carnival marches; lots of breasts sticking out and juicy buttocks on screen; some women were naked in the living room: A feeling of freedom and enchantment! That's what it felt like. An impact inside me. I just felt my body different, anxious and tense and hot and realized that it was getting wetter and more moist, not knowing what this thing is. It made me want to run away! (Laughter) The images mesmerized me; the women were beautiful -- I confess instinctively touched myself looking at them: I wanted to be like those women -- being in that ballroom, in that dance hall! (Delighted - laughter) And the sensation I had was something sliding into my vagina, making my hips twitch and contracting my body, a chill inside of my belly and warmth going from feet to head as it softens over my bed. A viscous liquid flowed through my vagina and wet my cotton panties. It happened several times during the time I was watching carnival dancing. I got scared, very afraid! But I didn't want to stop seeing it. I put my hands on my vagina in an impulse of trying to hold what uncontrollably went on inside me by looking at those images! All for naught! I was in clouds and a pleasurable satisfaction took over my body many times! Those were my first orgasms! Wonderful! Unique moments. Exhausted and frightened of being seen, I turned off the TV and lay down to sleep. My white cotton panties looked like a wet handkerchief! (Laughter) On the other carnival days, I also watched dances. (Laughs) I was embarrassed to open up with my mom and learned from friends and life what it felt inside me when she touched me; it was such an intimate and pleasurable feeling that I started masturbating more and more.
When I was 12 years old, I had my first period. The blood flowed out of the vagina and stained my cotton panties and pajamas on the bed while I slept. I didn't feel any cramping (it would be nice if all periods were like this). As soon as I got up from the bed, I realized that I was bleeding! It scared me so much, I sat down in bed and started crying. My sister saw how I reacted and called Mommy. I thought it hurt when she touched me before going to sleep. She called my sister Patricia (she was seven years old at the time) and they sat down next to me. My mom explained what had happened, and what we women should do when we bleed once a month. The tampon would become as intimate as my thoughts! Next week she took me to her gynecologist for some tests. Thank God I was fine with it all. The pubic hair made a nice volume in my cotton underpants, and I could feel my hips growing and my body changing all the time.
At the age of 13, I began to observe sexual conflicts within myself. While my friends were interested in boys, without their knowing it, I was interested in them!
One day, while studying at the house of a friend named Maria Eduarda, I grabbed her and tried to kiss her. She couldn't resist and let herself be carried away by the situation! We kissed each other! It was my first kiss! Her own too! We were alone in her room and could no longer stand just looking at her beautiful hair or smelling her body next to mine. She had such soft mouths that I lost myself in her arms. I remember going home happy with life for having kissed for the first time and felt the charms of my favorite friend. Her smell stuck on me! The following day, we didn't even talk about it at school. I bet she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss we had, either.
About ten days later, I went back to her house and studied with her again. When it was time for me to leave, we kissed in her room; I passed my hands over hers and licked her neck; she responded; we got wet! We identified ourselves; she seemed to feel the same things that I did: we made love; there were kisses, handshakes and little licks on each other's bodies - no penetration -- but an orgasm had occurred; we started studying together more often -- just us two! (Laughter)
Almost a year later, at the end of eighth grade I went to study in her house as usual. Her mother (Dama Marilena) and younger brother (Paulo) had gone out. We were alone in her home. After another afternoon's studies and caresses we embraced each other and lay down on her soft bed with only cotton underpants. It was a hot day! She kissed my mouth and felt the tenderness of her lips. The warmth of her breath over me. We didn't even notice that her mom and little brother returned. Miss Marilena opened the door of her room (without knocking) and found us together. The house collapsed! (Laughter) We got a big scare, covered ourselves with Maria Eduarda's bedspread. Her mother made an uproar! She ordered that we get dressed; she told me to pack my things and go away from her home. And also said that I would have a talk with my mommy. I explained everything that was going on between me and Maria Eduarda. She understood, but she also gave me a hard time. She asked me to be slow because we were too young to act like this. But didn't condemn us! (I was super happy) At the beginning of the night Mrs Marilena (Maria Eduarda was with her) came to my house to talk to Mother. Told what had been witnessed and asked for arrangements. Mama listened and said:
They're just developing their sexuality.
Marilena retorted and showed herself furious:
- I didn't raise a daughter to be worldly and not even shoemaker. What will my neighbors and family think?
Mother was amazed:
- My God, Marilena! But what is this? You are making storms in a glass of water. Firstly don't label them with the terms pimps such as whores and sneakers. I do not care what people think about my daughter. What really matters is how she thinks about herself. Liking girls isn't being a slut! Homosexuality is just a variation on the development of sexuality. Let them decide their own lives.
Marilena became even more nervous:
- It's because of people like you that this world is really lost! You are encouraging their whoring. The greatest penance for a mother is to have a daughter shoe. My God, where did I go wrong? Why has she become a shoe? I do not admit my daughter likes girls. She loves men and will soon marry in order to get these ideas out of the hat your daughter keeps throwing into her little head!
Mother sighed and spoke again:
- Marilena, calm down! They're not whoring. You didn't make a mistake when you raised Maria Eduarda. She did not become lesbian. She was born this way. My daughter was born like that. They don't feel it because they chose or find beautiful. They are attracted to girls. They discover their wills and destinies whether together or separately. Let them be free to feel what they really want in their lives. Have patience. Calm down! It is not the end of the world. So do you mean you would rather have a daughter who steals or kills than a lesbian?
Marilena looked at her mother and firmly replied:
- Yes, I prefer it!
Marilena, very tense and nervous, picked up Maria Eduarda and left her mother's house. María Eduardo was crying a lot (so am I). A few days later she told me that she had gotten shingles on both legs because of the abuse done to her by her mother. Dona Marilene took her many times to see a psychologist - all in vain! She found out that it was herself who needed treatment!
My mother and my sister are the safe havens of my life. I love them so much! (Kisses Luisa and Patricia) Maria Eduarda started to meet me secretly. We stayed together for another year, then we went our separate ways. She will always live in my heart. We lost our virginity together on the same day at a friend's apartment who had traveled. (Laughter) At sixteen years old, one summer afternoon she penetrated me with her beautiful silicone penis! I did it too! A kiss, my eternal Doubt. Today she's married to a handsome man and has an affair with the nanny of her youngest daughter! (Laughter) We talk all the time.
[Continue in the story "Our sister-in-law"]
Guys, that's it for today.
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