#3216: Guyana
Amara is a woman from Guyana who lives according to the traditions of her ancestors. During one of the festivals, she meets a couple – Gorge and Tamara – who invite her over to continue the celebration, and she happily agrees to extend the night of festivities at their house.
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On the day of the Mashramani, I woke up early, feeling a burst of energy in me. It was always a special day in our family, even if I didn’t live with them any longer, I still felt the need to celebrate it as one of the biggest days of the year. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I prepared for the day, before any celebration, there of course had to come a meal that would sustain me for the rest of the day. I cooked pease soup – a traditional dish that joined the cultures that were collected in the country together, creating something special. I never cooked only for myself, I always made a full pot and opened the windows wide to allow the smell to travel down the street. After all, the meal might not have been so unusual here, but the sense of community was. I grew up in a place where no one could go hungry or without support, and I continued supporting this tradition by smiling at my arriving neighbors as I offered them a meal. With those who came, I would sit down at the terrace of my home and talk about their lives, about the changes happening with them. No one could get overlooked or undermined when we were always supporting each other in every beginning and every situation. I was more than happy to offer my shoulder and support, no matter what was happening to them.
As soon as the greetings with the neighbors were done, came a time for me to collect myself and move on to the festival. I knew that I was going to enjoy it, and my guess ended up being right in the end.
The festival, a celebration of hard work, was loud and colorful, and each year it brought me joy and comfort to see so many locals participating and celebrating not only the independence but life itself. I put on a bright yellow dress with a red sash, a feathered headpiece that was meant to attract attention to me, and tied a small drum around my waist. All of these traditional elements were dear to my heart in a way I couldn’t explain. It was a connection to my routes, to the earth of the place I grew up in.
I walked into the streets feeling the beat I heard with my whole body and, seemingly, my soul as well. That was the beat of thousands of hearts coming together to celebrate something important, something bigger than us, and I couldn’t wait to join in the parade and become a part of it, part of this place in a whole new way.
It was exhilarating and exciting to be there, to listen and to dance with people. Some I knew and some were just strangers, but at that moment it felt as if no one could truly be a stranger to each other, because we knew one another on a deeper level, one that ran down to the roots and couldn’t be ignored.
No matter how long I danced and sang, I didn’t feel tired. I was only filled with more energy, one that was rushing through me like a waterfall. I smile, continuing my movements, when I notice a couple that took a particular interest in me. I wouldn’t say I minded it. Both of them were attractive, and I certainly didn’t mind the way they looked at me. The man was tall and athletic, with dark skin and even darker eyes. He looked at my movements, and I could see his body moving to the same rhythm with ease. I knew that men who had a sense of rhythm were the best lovers. A woman standing next to him looked even more beautiful. She was built like a goddess, with soft, harmonious curves, her skin almost shining with gold in the sunlight. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, even as I continued to dance, and soon they approached me. I already knew what was on their minds, but I still let them say it out loud.
Their names were George and Tamara. They were locals as well, living on the other side of the town. We talked about the festival briefly, about how exciting it all was. Tamara was the one to tell me that the two of them found me quite attractive. I smiled at that and told them that it was very much mutual. The couple seemed happy to hear it, and I couldn’t help but smile back, seeing their excitement. They gently offered for me to come to their place to continue the celebration. I could tell that they didn’t want to push me, but it’s not like I didn’t have them on my mind the moment I caught their eyes. I wanted it too, very much so, and I knew that there were only a few things separating me from the best night of my life. My shyness wasn’t on the list.
I agreed to come with them and, still following the rhythm of the music and the movements of the crowd, we walked down the streets until we reached our destinations. I didn’t have enough time to take a good look at their house, other than to see that it was quite cozy. We sat in the living room to talk for a bit and share another meal. Sharing a meal meant sharing love in our culture, and this moment very much described what was going to happen between us soon enough.
Once the themes for a conversation died down, the heat in the air intensified. The looks the three of us were exchanging were telling enough without any words, and I smiled, feeling excited for what was about to happen between us next.
The two of them moved to sit on the couch next to me, surrounding me with their bodies. I felt my body already heating up at the closeness, my excitement rising high. With how attractive they both were, it wasn’t hard for me to lose my head and any reasonable thought that might’ve stopped me from getting involved with them. But, on the other hand, this was what celebration was about. Coming together and enjoying unexpected connections. Just what I was about to do with this couple.
I looked at George and kissed him, tasting his mouth for the first time. I felt my heart starting to beat faster when I felt his wife’s lips on my neck, teasing me gently and softly, as she pulled my dress down. I knew that it was going to be a great experience, but I didn’t know that I would feel so good and so excited from the very start. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself, when George separated from me, and Tamara caught my mouth instead. Her kiss was more insistent, more sensual, exactly the kind of kiss I imagined, and I, of course, wanted more of it. I moaned into it, feeling George pulling my dress lower and baring my breasts. While I kissed his wife, he was kissing my breasts and sucking on my dark nipples, making me arch my back and feel the excitement that felt like a heat between my legs, strong and insistent. I knew that I wanted them, both of them, as close to me as possible, touching me in ways I only dreamed about before. It was going to be amazing, I knew it, and I couldn’t wait to feel it.
We kept kissing as they undressed me. I didn’t tell them what to do, they knew already how to operate this dance with three partners. I fully trusted my body to them because the way they touched me and kissed me gave me full confidence in their ability to push me to the heights I never knew before.
While I was fully undressed, bare for them to kiss and caress, they both were still fully dressed. It might’ve bothered me if it wasn’t for the fact that they seemed to enjoy each other a lot, even without me bringing them the same joy they were bringing me. I smiled at that, realizing that nothing about this was transactional. They just wanted to make me feel good, make my celebration of the day the best I could have, and how could I say anything against it? Of course, I had to let them have what they wanted.
I spread my legs wide for them because both of them got on their knees in front of me. I wondered what exactly they planned to do until I realized that they wanted to share my pussy like that meal we just had. I smiled at that. Excitement and desire rushed through my body, making me just relax and watch it happen.
It didn’t feel like sex, it felt like some sort of pleasurable ritual in which I was worshipped exactly the way I deserved. I smiled and moaned watching them take turns on my pussy, eating and licking it, and teasing me in ways I never thought were possible. I moaned out, excitement building through me with pleasure, my legs shaking as I felt my clit throb more and more with every tease. It was the best thing I've ever experienced. The way they looked at me, the way they caressed my body, touched it so softly, all of it was making my head spin and my mind drown in a pleasure I couldn’t imagine. I kept moaning as they continued, until I was too far gone. My eyes opened wide as the jolt of pleasure hit me hard, my core tightening just to relax again, relaxation making my whole body go soft. That was exactly what I wanted, and they gave it to me without any reservations. I loved it, it was beautiful, and it felt right.
Once they’d had enough of my pussy, the couple stood up, kissing each other as they shared my taste and undressing. I let them do it, just watching as they were embracing each other as if this shared experience helped them get closer. I smiled as I watched it happen, my hand settling between my legs. I might’ve just gotten an orgasm, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want more. And the hot view in front of me only left me desiring more.
I was right about them all along, George and Tamara were a beautiful couple, and I could appreciate it fully when I saw them naked in front of me, looking at each other with so much desire and heat as if it was going to be their first time together. I knew that I brought them these new sensations, and I was happy to see that it was becoming something special for them, something exciting and refreshing. My wide smile was still there as I watched George and Tamara join together, with her riding him as he was lying on the floor. I kept touching myself, pushing the pleasure deeper, further. I didn’t mind watching, especially not when I saw something so beautiful and passionate in front of me. The way they embraced each other looked special, felt special, even if I was just looking at them from the side. And only just the view of them brought me another orgasm I felt at the tip of my fingers. It was more than amazing, it was fantastic.
I never forgot that festival night, because it was everything it was meant to be – love and community joining together to share a good feeling.