Izaura
In the estate of Commander Almeida, a marvelous flower bloomed. Milk was spilled on dark chocolate. Amidst rough, coarse bark, tender, finest skin sprouted. Among the black Negro mass, the charming Izaura was an albino, a white swan. Izaura owed the white color of her skin to the estate's owner, Commander Almeida. For this sin with a mulatto woman—whom, according to rumors, he bought from pirates operating around the Caribbean islands, and who captivated him with her large black eyes and coffee-colored skin—he had a major confrontation with his wife, who threatened to break the family ties. He had to remove his mistress far from sight to a distant plantation, but the wonderful fruit of love
was taken by his wife, Doña Esther, as she had dreamed of a daughter, but a boy was born. So she breastfed both children, and literally drowned her beloved Izaura in love and tenderness. Every free moment she took this angelic creature onto her lap and kissed her eyes, cheeks, lips, and gradually instilled in the girl a need, a habit for such treatment from her, and demanded that the servants treat the girl the same way, but this was not difficult, as the girl's angelic appearance and character evoked tenderness in those around her. Even the emotionally stingy head of the family, Almeida, would form something resembling a smile when looking at the girl. When the mistress went to the capital for a few days, the girl was nursed by Januária, an elderly black woman taken into the house as a cook...Instead of the white breast of Mrs. Almeida, five-year-old Izaura took the breast of the black nanny. In the mistress's absence at night, the girl's thin white arms and legs would wrap around the black, massive body of the Negro woman. In such hothouse conditions, Izaura grew to the age of 18. While the boy was sent by the mistress to study and be educated in a boarding school, Izaura was taught and raised at home. For this, teachers in various disciplines were hired. The girl's beauty agitated them so much that at meetings and farewells, each of them would kiss the girl on the cheeks or forehead, and Izaura would strive to sit on their laps. One day, Leôncio returned home from long travels. He was no longer the tender boy who cried when saying goodbye to his family, leaving for a long time to unfamiliar places and to strangers. Izaura saw a drunk, overgrown with thick stubble, mustachioed man who looked much older than his years. All the years of his dissolute and adventure-filled life abroad, in Europe, were reflected in his appearance. If not for his father's summons, it's hard to say whether he would have returned here or disappeared in a foreign land. But even here, in his homeland, Leôncio, alas, did not come to his senses and continued to squander his life in gambling, drunkenness, and debauchery. But his debauchery was of a special nature. Women did not interest him. Leôncio loved men. To somehow moderate the sin he acquired in Europe and in the hope that his son would come to his senses through marriage, Don Almeida found him a bride and forced him to marry, but in vain. The son would leave early in the morning for the city, supposedly on business, and return drunk at dawn. After sleeping it off in a distant room, he would leave again "on business." Without waiting for grandchildren, Don Almeida passed away.
But then Izaura gained a friend. At the first meeting with her husband's relatives, Malvina approached even her, a slave, asked her name, and hugged her like a sister. Tears welled up in the slave's eyes. One day, Malvina, captivated by Izaura's singing and playing, entered her room and quietly sat on a chair, afraid to interrupt the miracle, and only a minute after the final chords said: "A wonderful song, but so sad." Izaura, seeing the new mistress, smiled and approached her. "Oh, mistress, I didn't know you were here, why didn't you stop me?" Malvina patted her thigh, inviting Izaura to sit with her. Izaura, slightly embarrassed, did not contradict the mistress. "I understand, Izaura, what your sadness is. Slavery is a relic of the past. All people are equal before the Lord. Your fate is in my husband's hands, but I can buy you for myself and give you freedom," and with these words, she kissed Izaura on the cheek and hugged her. Izaura had already heard many promises, but such free-thinking was a first for her. The sisterly embrace and kiss were pleasant to her. The new mistress's behavior reminded her of the treatment from the former mistress, Doña Esther, who, to Izaura's sorrow, had been in heaven for several years. And she risked kissing the new mistress first on the cheek, then on the lips.
And Malvina was only waiting for this. She was born and raised in France in a boarding school. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father placed her in a girls' boarding school where the educators were nuns. She received a good education there, but the strictness of monastic Catholic upbringing gave rise to unauthorized relationships among the girls. A newcomer, to fit into the group, had to sleep with all fifteen girls in the unit. kkiss18.net Kisses, embraces... During the five years she spent there, Malvina learned all the secrets and peculiarities of love between women. Malvina, with her thin, hot tongue, parted Izaura's lips and entered her mouth. For several minutes, the friends tasted each other's lips like ripe, delicious berries. Malvina softly and tenderly stroked Izaura's hair, moved her hand to her shoulders, to the mounds of her breasts. Through her clothes, Izaura felt the gentle warmth of her hands and, relaxing, laid her head on the shoulder of her older friend. It had been a long time since she felt so good and cozy, since the time when Doña Esther was alive. A thought arose in Izaura: "How wonderful it would be to merge with Malvina's body, to dissolve in her." Malvina asked: "What's wrong? Are you unwell?" Izaura said with a dreamy smile: "Malvina, dear, please continue, I feel so good with you." Malvina pressed her lips to the peaches of her younger friend's open breasts and showered them with small kisses, then laid Izaura on her lap and pressed her close.
Experienced in lesbian relations, Malvina changed position and gained the opportunity to penetrate Izaura's intimate womb with her tongue, which was flowing with delicious, fragrant moisture. In turn, for the first time, very close before Izaura's nose and lips, appeared the vagina of an adult woman. A sharp, spicy smell hit her nose. But to do something pleasant for her friend, she stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it along the lips of the vagina, then timidly plunged her tongue into the hot, moist cave. The sharp aroma of sweat from the two women—lovers—hung in the room, which until now had known only the scent of Izaura's perfume. Only passionate sobs and whispers could be heard now from this room, where just hours ago piano music had sounded. Which of them could have thought that in the doorway would appear the figure of the Master—Leôncio. The married couple, Leôncio and Malvina, of course had a shared bedroom, but Leôncio only spent the first few nights after the marriage there, and later, returning home at dawn, would collapse to sleep in the study. Izaura's room and the master's study were on the first floor, but on opposite sides of the living room. Previously, "autopilot" had not failed Leôncio, and even in heavy drunkenness, he correctly reached the study. This time, some devil confused the Master's mind and directed him the other way. Opening the door, Leôncio, in his drunkenness, did not immediately understand what was happening: "What the hell is Malvina doing sleeping in his study?" A minute later, he saw she was not lying there alone, and only after a few minutes, through Malvina and Izaura's frightened eyes, did the whole picture of the "crime" unfold to him: His wife had cheated on him with a slave. Leôncio's eyes flashed with malice.
— Malvina, get out of here!
— Leôncio, please, don't touch Izaura, it's my fault.
— I said, get out!!! Whore!
Malvina somehow dressed in haste and left the room in tears. Izaura peered out fearfully from under the blanket hastily thrown on in fear: "If he is so rough with his wife, then what awaits me, a slave?"
— Well, what do you have to say now, Izaura? Going to play the innocent lamb again?
— Forgive me, I am guilty.
— Guilty indeed, you won't get off with tears! See where leniency towards slaves leads. Although, you know, I'm even glad this happened. A smile flickered across Leôncio's face, promising nothing good for Izaura. He took off his pants, exposed his dirty, stinking cock, clearly having been in someone's ass, and brought it to Izaura's face. The girl obediently opened her mouth, but her body rebelled against such filth, expelling the member from her mouth along with vomit.
— Wretch!!! Enraged, Leôncio slapped Izaura across the cheek with force. The frightened slave wiped the member with her panties and threw them far away so it wouldn't smell. The rough brute loomed over the girl, pinned her down, and shoved his half-limp phallus into her moist vagina. Izaura's lower mouth handled the task better than the upper one and clenched the inserted member. Leôncio made several sharp thrusts, and a red trickle flowed down his victim's thigh. Izaura's female essence had long demanded male pressure. The hot penis burned inside like a red-hot iron nail. Rough male palms kneaded and calloused the tender cheeks of eighteen-year-old Izaura's breasts. Each time, she yielded to the thrusts, and after a while, she experienced her first orgasm, digging her nails into her rapist's back. But Leôncio never reached satisfaction and, after a series of thrusts, irritably pulled his member from her womb. Putting on his pants, kicking aside some rag, he left the room. The next day, with the words: "Get out of here!" Leôncio gave Izaura her freedom papers. Sad Izaura, taking one last look at the fazenda landscape where her childhood passed, left the estate grounds. This was not at all how she wanted to gain her freedom. Finding Don Álvaro, she married him. Doña Malvina divorced Leôncio and went to her father. A year later, slaves carried Leôncio's body into the empty master's house. Without the master's authority, the slaves dispersed. Life left the once noisy Almeida house.