CHAPTER XXIV
—Son, my —my father said to me, resting his hand on my shoulder as he always did in these cases—. There are things that can't be justified to other people, even if they're more than justified. Today, paradoxically, it's the happiest and saddest day for me. I've had immense joy at learning about a new daughter of whom I knew nothing, and I've remembered beautiful moments with Merche already passed. That's why this day is special for me. But at the same time, I'm saddened because, for the first time, I wasn't sincere with your mother, whom you know I love above all things. I didn't dare tell her the whole truth, limiting myself to saying that I'd had too much to drink and we wouldn't be returning home tonight because I wasn't in a condition to drive... Although it's true that I did have more than my share, you and I know what the real reason is for us staying here tonight... The only thing I want to ask of you is that this real reason remains between us, at least until I find the right opportunity to tell your mother the whole truth... Will you do me that favor? —You know well enough, Dad. —Thanks, my son —he almost hugged me excitedly—. I didn't expect less from you. The party was coming to an end. The music was still playing, but no one bothered to dance because hardly anyone was in a condition to do so. Just as Maite had augured, Santi had been one of the first to succumb, despite his giant-like appearance. She herself took him to his room and, on her return, with another of her well-practiced winks, she let me know that everything was going according to plan and we already had free rein to do as we pleased. Apart from Luci and me, who hadn't tried the alcohol, Merche was the one who looked best. I mean, in terms of sobriety, because as for the rest, despite her half-melodic that was wearing, Maite continued to shine with her own light, and even more now that her neckline seemed to have expanded and her two succulent globes were protruding higher than ever.
Bea had also done hers and was half asleep lying on a recliner with her legs hanging outside one of its arms. Sole and Marga didn't offer much better a view, and insatiable Javi took advantage of the impasse to give another try at the leftover cake.
—It seems you already have something going on tonight, don't you?
It was Luci who had approached me and asked the question.
—How did you know?
—Isn't it too obvious to pass unnoticed?
—Do you mind that it's like this?
—If I told you no, it would be like lying to myself. But I understand my aunt perfectly. It's logical she wants to try... something different.
—She could have looked at her stepson.
—Javi? That only knows how to eat. I've never seen him with a woman, but I wouldn't be surprised if his thing was pretty much like his father's.
As if it were a prearranged signal and everyone was waiting for Merche and my father to leave, when both disappeared the general stampede began. Bea was in such poor shape that, lacking another volunteer, I had to be the one to carry her to her room.
When I arrived at mine, Maite had already gotten ahead of me and, without her dress, awaited me like a Venus of ebony, sitting on the bed with nothing but a half-cup bra and one of those thongs she seemed to have in the habit of wearing.
—Where did you disappear to? —she asked as if it were a greeting—
—I took Bea to her room —I explained—. The poor thing wasn't up for walking.
Maite unfolded her spectacular legs, which she was holding together, and jumped off the bed to advance towards me.
—Before anything —she began to say— While proceeding to undress myself - I want you to have a clear idea about me. I already know the opinion my husband's family has of me and, partly, that opinion wasn't entirely wrong; or rather, it wasn't when I got married. I've always wanted Santi because he's a kind and loving person like few others; but I have to admit that maybe I wouldn't have married him if he hadn't offered me stability. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?
I think it's quite clear.
Well - here her voice made a slight inflection as she coincided with the moment when I finished taking off my boxers and all that was left were my shoes and socks -. Just like I've said one thing, I also affirm that I love my husband more than anything in the world and this will be the first time I'll be unfaithful to him. Do you believe me or not?
I don't see any reason to doubt your word.
And surely you'll wonder why before and now yes.
I don't have the habit of asking myself questions whose answer I don't know.
You're a real pill! - she exclaimed, abandoning the seriousness she had maintained until then and reaching for my package, which was already taking shape.
She led me to the edge of the bed, made me sit down, and proceeded to take off my shoes and socks. Leaning over me, the view offered was unbeatable. There wasn't a part of her that didn't have a special charm in my eyes: her beautiful face, framed by that short curly hair filled with waves and curls; the fine neck, the rounded shoulders, the defined arms; those glorious breasts, which seemed to struggle to escape their semi-enclosure; her strong thighs...
Well, I'll explain why before and now yes - she continued talking, while she was busy pinching my balls and caressing my package as if it were a little boy -. Merche took the trouble of filling me in on many things I didn't know. Until today, I knew nothing about your father, who turns out to be... also from Bea and Luci. Since Santi has a rather different way of thinking and, as I suppose you've heard many times said, two people who sleep in the same bed become of the same opinion, I have ended up being like him and never even thought about deceiving him with someone else. But now I'm here and I find out that there's a mess in this house, and yours too, as I deduce from what I've heard, and everything I thought about it has come crashing down. Now I discover that fucking parents with their kids, mothers with their sons, brothers with their sisters, and cousins with their cousins is not abnormal at all, and even seems good because everything stays in the family... —she got up and then sat back down next to me, very close to me—. Exactly, I don't know what degree of kinship there may be between you and me, but it's clear that we're somehow related. And since Merche has told me about your qualities and the most important one is already obvious —she squeezed my package again—, so I conclude that what's not bad for some isn't necessarily bad for me... Is that right or not?
—I think your reasoning is perfect —I replied, eager to get it over with and move on to action.
—in a nutshell —she pressed herself even closer to me, flattening her right breast against my arm—. What I want to say is that I'm a messed-up woman and, hearing what I've heard about you and seeing what I see, since there's nothing bad about it, I want you to screw me without any consideration tonight.
—And how do we do that?
—Do whatever you feel like doing with me and make me come like never before.
—I'll try my best, but I'm not sure if I can guarantee what you're saying about the vibrations.
—Just screw me well, and the rest is up to me.
—What do you mean by screwing me well? I ask because, above all, I think it's important that we have a clear understanding of Concepts.
—Nothing of cuddles and nothing of sweet talk. I'm already fed up with that. Consider me your special slut for one night and let loose your instincts.
My instinct led me to free her magnificent breasts from the garment that showed more than it hid, and to devour the prominent nipples that crowned them. We hadn't even started yet and they were already hard as rocks. My right hand flew towards her bulging pussy and I also found that the scanty thong was completely soaked. Such encouraging signs made my cock shoot off without warning until it reached unsuspected heights. Even I was surprised by such a fulminant reaction, especially considering the rush we had already gotten into that day, and I didn't kiss her because it wasn't enough for me. It wasn't a source of frustration either, since Maite took care of supplementing my limitation and I swear it was one of those supplements that make history.
—Oh, darling! —she said while taking positions—. How much I've missed a good screw like this!
Although I knew the cause of her longing after seeing what Santi offered her, I abstained from making any comment that could reveal the knowledge she had obtained so secretly.
The blowjob Maite gave me tasted like blessed glory. I'd say she was sucking with eagerness, as if finally fulfilling one of her most cherished dreams, which was to have a cock that doubled the size of her beloved husband's at her disposal.
Her pussy didn't stop flowing and it had been a while since the thong had exceeded its maximum absorption capacity, so it could practically be said that it was gushing. And eager as I was to sink my teeth into such a juicy treat, I requested Maite for a brief truce so we could adopt a better position, more in line with our respective appetites.
I remembered something read in one of the scorching stories by my good friend Mango, where he declared himself little fond of the practice of sixty-nine... nine because I didn't know if I was giving or receiving. I suppose there are cases and cases, and in mine, I had no problem at all: if what I received was tasty, it wasn't any less so what I gave, and consequently, that would result in a square tasty thing. Maite had such an appetizing chocho and such an efficient mouth that I couldn't distinguish whether the giver or the receiver was better, as both seemed equally sublime to me. And we were both enjoying ourselves very much, because the little show went on for a long time. What I wouldn't know with total security is if Maite came during the process or not, since any possible increase in juices would have passed unnoticed by me. If I'm guided by her outbursts, then I could assure that hers was a continuous coming, as she didn't stop moving from one side to the other and letting out the most fervent nasal groans (when she caught me with her mouth full and at full lung when she took a breath in the diligent work she was doing on my cock). Sometimes she let herself be carried away so much by her enthusiasm that I had no choice but to beg her to apply her teeth with a bit more moderation, since some bites started to clearly exceed the threshold of what was tolerable for such delicate merchandise.
—Oh, my boy!—she exclaimed when we had exhausted God knows how long in mutual licking—This is divine, but I'm already dying to have you do it like God intended.
I made an attempt to grab her from behind, but she quickly turned around.
—You'll think it's a lie, she said—but I'm so tired of being done with by someone from behind that there's nothing I desire more than a good missionary. I don't even remember the last time I practiced it.
The truth is, I don't know why this posture is considered almost taboo, bordering on the aberrant in recent sexual trends and some people are even ashamed to confess that it's what they usually use with their partner. To me, It seems like one of the most comforting and satisfying ones, and I've said more than once that it was the one I used most in my relationships with Dori, even if only for the greater sense of closeness it produces when you're enjoying it with someone. I don't know; maybe it's a very particular appreciation, but I think it's the one that best materializes mutual surrender between both lovers. Of course, most of the time it's not about lovers but about f**kers, and in that case things change a lot.
Whatever the case, Maite's request didn't bother me at all; on the contrary, it satisfied me. Anyway, I was hoping we'd have time and occasion to try other alternatives. I didn't know how much my cock could give, since the test I was being subjected to that day had never been experienced before. If it's like they say in sports, mentally I felt pletósty and that would help me overcome any obstacle. At least, that's what I hoped.
Maite received my offering like manna from heaven. Although she was the one who imposed the condition that there were too many caresses and affectionate gestures, she must have been just as excited to welcome such an unusual invader into her body that, forgetting what she had agreed to herself, she wrapped her arms around me and started eating my face with kisses until she finished eating my mouth in the most passionately painful kiss I'd ever received, since she was biting with real lack of moderation, without caring at all about the damage she might cause.
It's unnecessary to point out how easily my cock developed in such a dilated and lubricated hole as Maite's vagina was at those heights. And it was proverbial the emphasis she put on asking:
—More inside, I want you more inside!
I considered it an act of mercy. Knowing what Santi had, it wasn't hard to understand his desire to feel explored regions that may never have been before. So I pressed with enthusiasm until I reached the bottom and, so intense for both his delirium and my pleasure, my successive attacks had reached such a level of savagery that, more than a fuck, it turned into an authentic battle to see who could take it the most: whether I was thrusting or she was receiving.
The final round ended in a draw, as soon after she succumbed I also succumbed and neither of us showed any sign of weakness in our respective endeavors. Having surpassed the goal, we both remained quite exhausted, with barely enough strength to speak. That had been, naturally, the best sex of my life.
—If you only knew how much I'm left wanting! —Maite exclaimed once recovered from the bout—. It's been ages since I've eaten a cake like this one! Is it true what Merche says, that you still haven't turned 19?
—The truth is that I still have some time to go before fulfilling them.
—Who would have thought! You're quite the pusher and endurer... Who knows what you'll be capable of at 20? Haven't you considered dedicating yourself to being a porn actor? You'd have a marvelous future... Merche told me you were something incredible; but I think she understated it: you're an authentic prodigy.
—Does that mean I've screwed you well and truly?
—It means you've screwed me divinely. It must be that this whole thing about fucking in the family gives it something special.
I thought those many praises deserved an extra effort to maintain the prestige. So, as soon as I saw myself minimally capable of facing a new battle, I went at it again, starting by squeezing her tits, following up with a complete pussy eating and, with Maite already red-hot, finishing off with a varied in-and-out that left the previous sex in the dust and, naturally, became the best of my life.
—Oh boy! Couldn't you give yourself a little spin-around sometimes in Santo Domingo? You can be sure I'd receive you with pleasure at my house.
Although he said it in a joking manner, I think Maite was speaking very seriously deep down. And frankly, if it had depended on me, I wouldn't have had the slightest inconvenience in giving myself many spins around Santo Domingo.
—Let's do one more before we say goodbye? I made myself brave.
—Shh, shh, boy! I've got the pussy on the live flesh right now. But I wish it would last a long time... You can't imagine how much I wanted to feel like this as I'm feeling... Compared to everyday life, tonight has been like being run over by a cavalry regiment.
Not losing any time in dressing, she rubbed her lips against mine, then kissed the tip of my cock, thanking me for the services rendered, gathered her belongings and disappeared, taking with her all the charm of the last hours.
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