CHAPTER XXV
A gentle tingling sensation woke me up, starting from my navel and moving down to my lower abdomen, culminating in a growing pressure on my cock, which had woken up hard as granite, fully recovered from the intense work it had been subjected to the previous day.
As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the diffuse light filtering through the fluffy curtains covering the large window to my right. And when I turned my head to the left, I collided with Sole's unmade face, which was smiling at me as her privileged left hand continued to press down on my penis and slid slowly along it.
Good morning, cousin, she greeted me, throwing herself onto me until her lips reached my mouth to deposit a kiss that aimed to be both innocent and tempting.
In reality, everything about her was tempting from the moment she undressed. At 18 and a half years old, she had already achieved the loveliness of someone who, without being fully a woman, had stopped being a girl for some time. She had unusual features, so that, although not beautiful, she was striking. Her body was still in the process of forming, but everything pointed to a more than satisfactory development. Although her breasts were not small, they were still evolving and taking on rounded shapes that foreshadowed an immediate future that was more than promising, and her areolas were so small that they almost seemed to be part of the nipples themselves.
After spending most of the night lost in Maite's prominent curves, that almost angular body, closer to emaciation than abundance, may not have been the ideal substitute; but I've always thought that a pussy is a pussy and, after all, everyone comes out similar or with similar results, as long as you supplement any possible shortcomings with a little imagination and everything runs smoothly. I still think today, and even more so then, that there is no woman who lacks attractive and in all, even in those that seemed less charming, I never failed to find something that motivated me. It is said that beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder and I believed it and still believe it's an irrefutable truth.
Sole wasn't any wonder, but at that hour and under those circumstances she seemed totally wonderful to me. Just her smile had already predisposed me to consider her worthy of the greatest recognition. When my hands began to snake across her body, I was surprised by the softness of her skin; and this impression was even greater when the pads of my fingers reached her breasts, circling first around her nipples and then descending down those polished slopes of almost lactescent whiteness. Irresistibly, driven by impulse, I went back to kissing those fleshy lips that I liked so much and that had given me such pleasure the night before.
—How long have you been here? I asked.
—I don't know. Half an hour, maybe an hour, perhaps an hour and a half... I don't know.
—Why didn't you wake me up earlier?
—I liked watching you sleep.
—And did you take advantage of my sleep to put me in this state?—I pointed towards my erect cock, which she was still stroking as if distractedly.
—It was like that when I arrived.
—Do you mean I've been hard for an hour and a half like this?
—More or less, yes. Maybe I contributed something to keeping it up with my caresses... I like feeling it so hard, so hot, so soft... Do you want me to suck it again like last night?
—Today I want to be the one who returns the favor.
—It wasn't any favor.
—Well, call it what you will; but today I want you to be the one who comes.
—What are you going to do? she asked with a timid voice as she saw me getting up on my knees.
—Obviously, nothing unpleasant.”
—You don't have to do anything if you don't feel like it. I don't want you to feel obligated. I did what I did because I wanted to.
—Why do you suppose what I'm going to make you do doesn't appeal to me? I know I'm a mess and unattractive to men... I covered his mouth with my hand before he could keep going with his list of defects. That's me who should be judging you, don't you think? I don't know what others will think, but I find you very attractive. You're very kind —she said as soon as she was free from my gag—. However, mirrors don't lie to me. Thinking better of it, I got the corresponding condom and decided to put off for a more opportune occasion the cunnilingus I had planned to perform on her in that instant. Her vagina wasn't yet wet enough to penetrate her without more, but I was sure that with little effort it would solve that problem. I leaned back until I was sitting on my own heels and drew her towards me so that her buttocks were placed over my thighs and her sex completely within reach of mine, starting an external friction that soon caused the expected effects. That posture, which I considered my invention but turned out not to be, opened up a world of possibilities for me, since practically all of it was within my reach and my hands could flutter freely around various parts of her anatomy. Perhaps for Sole it was more uncomfortable due to the arched position of her body; however, no complaint came from her mouth and she simply devoted herself to following with an expression of amazement and curiosity my preparations. Compared to Maite's splendor, those breasts were almost like toys. In return, they had a consistency that Maite's mulatto breasts had lost, which partly compensated for the size difference. Really, Sole was thinner than she seemed at first glance; only needed to notice how her ribs showed under her skin. But as it wasn't her ribcage that interested me most in those moments and what did interest me fulfilled all my expectations regarding it, I was satisfied enough to observe... It was introduced more and more into its crack and with greater ease as it advanced in penetration.
That was, without a doubt, a tender little cock not often used. Holding onto her by the waist with both hands, I could manage her body to my liking, attracting or repelling her as if she were halfway between being fucked and being screwed. She never stopped looking at me fixedly, as if this were constituting for her a dream. She didn't say anything but expressed it all with her gaze. Sometimes, when my attacks became more forceful, some guttural sound would escape from her throat, more due to the shock of our bodies colliding than any manifestation of pleasure, although it was evident in many other details. Her attitude was one of absolute docility, almost like a novice, and this gave wings to my enthusiasm, awakening the most sensitive parts of my being.
It's something I've never been able to avoid and that has always been present in my relationships with the opposite sex, sometimes more pronounced than others. Although it didn't reach love through sex, it ended up reaching love through the mediation of sex. Even today, I don't conceive a union so intimate without at least some feeling from my part. Call it sentimentality or whatever you like, but that's how it is.
In Sole's case, seeing someone surrender to you without conditions, leaving all their being at your mercy for you to do with them as you please, is something that reaches the very depths of me and makes me invaded by an incoercible desire to give more than I receive. There comes a moment when I enjoy more with the other person's pleasure than my own and I only seek this once the other has been satisfied. I like feeling how foreign flesh vibrates between my hands or arms; palpating how desire is unleashed in the woman I'm possessing and how it progressively advances towards her total oblivion by pleasure. What is considered normal results in being utterly incredible that, without much interaction, we would find ourselves sharing the same bed and engaging in practices that, beyond the world of prostitution, are incomprehensible to most people. And yet, this was how it was and how it happened.
While I was lost in these thoughts, Sole was struggling in another more pleasant sea, and she stopped being the lifeless doll that was handed over to me without a word, gradually gaining expressiveness and protagonism. She no longer cared about hiding what she felt each time my fiery dagger plunged into her tender wound, and she moaned and screamed as if she wanted to spread the intensity of the moment to the four winds.
Her first orgasm was late but loud, and I never saw a body move like hers did. It was like breaking a solid dam, because from then on everything happened one after another, and Sole would never recover her calm during the long process that preceded my reward. I couldn't repeat again that it was the best sex of my life; but frankly, I think for Sole it was.
—Thank you, dear cousin —she said almost in a whisper when the waters calmed down—, for giving me so much in exchange for so little. I will never forget this day and these moments you have made me experience...
It cost me so much to find an adequate response to such warm praise that I opted for silence. And it's true that sometimes an opportune silence, like an image, is worth more than a thousand words; because, apart from being safe from any possible harm, it allows your interlocutor, or in this case, your interlocutor, to draw their own conclusions, which generally, when it comes to gratitude, will be more advantageous than those you can instill.
It was clear that Sole had just added one of her most pleasant experiences, at least in terms of her sexual life. Nothing else needed to be observed except for that expression of admiration with which she looked at me, as she dissolved into caresses and flatteries. Her face radiated that peculiar beauty that only complete happiness is capable of transmitting.
—Why do you remain so silent? Didn't you like it? Haven't I responded to what you expected from me?
Also, sometimes a question is the best way to avoid a complicated answer.
—What makes you think that?
—I'm not saying anything...
—What else can I add to what has already been said?
She looked at me with a certain air of incomprehension. Then she thought about it and smiled.
—You're right —she admitted, returning her hand's attention to my now half-asleep cock—; he spoke for you and couldn't be more eloquent... His words reached me where no one or nothing had reached before...
More than one might think that mine is impossible or that I'm a unique case. I don't believe it's either one or the other, and on the contrary, I think it's normal when a hand as delicate and soft starts to explore your most sensitive areas, the owner of those areas, no matter how satisfied they are, ends up becoming the protagonist of the movie again. And that was exactly what happened with my cock, since nothing else could happen as a consequence of the conjunction of a sweet voice whispering lovely things in your ear and a hand that doesn't stop caressing it.
My pacote, initially without much enthusiasm but then launched, recovered its most daring forms and that was enough for Sole to see the door open to her desires to reward the haughty character who had made her pass such a good time. And once again, her plump lips ran along that smooth surface with the same consummate skill they had shown the night before, sometimes enveloping the entire contour of my cock or tracing it laterally in its entirety. And since her tongue wasn't left out of this competition and moved with identical mastery, striking with fantastic I fluttered in the most vulnerable points, unable to help but that the wick would ignite again and I would release once more into that delicious mouth the last reserves that still remained.
I think it's better if I return to my room, I said after a brief pause for recovery. My sister may already be awake.
I put on the same camisón with which I suppose I had arrived, and when I was about to leave, she grabbed me by the hand.
I want you to know that you're a beautiful girl, I said.
It seemed as if she even blushed a little; but I didn't have time to check, because she quickly turned around and ran out of the room.
For one reason or another, when I met up with the rest of the guests for breakfast that morning, their faces certainly did not offer their best aspect. Almost no conversation took place among those present, and I couldn't tell if it was due to the affliction that always invades you when a unwanted departure is approaching, fatigue accumulated from excessive drinking or the hangover.
In this sense, Santi must have been the most affected, as he complained several times of a terrible headache.
But, not because it was unwanted, the hour of departure did not arrive and my father and I were the ones who first faced the bitter pill. Luci tried to intervene for me to stay one more day, but my father must have considered that this could weaken the excuse he undoubtedly had prepared for my mother and rejected the proposal.
Less good, was all he said on the way back home; but if not...
The rest of the sentence hung in suspense, leaving it up to me to interpret it as I saw fit; but my thoughts were occupied with other things quite different.http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2602829/Una-peculiar-familia-26.htmlWhat do you want?
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