Introduction
I want to tell a story that torments me with memories for ten years now. Even while driving a car, when recalling this girl, I am covered by excitement, which I do not experience and now with real girls and women.
Sometimes I ask myself a question. What is the attractiveness for my sexuality in what I did with this girl. And I can’t find the answer. Of course, you can open and remember Freud and find some serious reasons in my childhood, but I do not want to do this. My memories are dear to me and I want to share them with the reader. Maybe they will arouse someone, and this will be me a reward for my labors.
Stage first
I was twenty, she was eighteen years old. Sexy life opened for us only a small window through which we could look and feel sweet horror that there, behind this very window, recently opened. And then I noticed that I only want to look and explore the sexual labyrinth, and Sasha (this is really her name) prefers to stay in a quiet and calm room with her soviet morality.
Sasha was a virgin, and in addition to everything she loved me for several years. I was aware of this and tried to keep it at a short distance for myself, so that I was at hand when I needed. It should be noted that by that time I had my own girlfriend, who occasionally spread her legs for me. But only in the position strictly reserved for this by her Puritan mother. I will not explain what kind of pose this.
Sooner or later, we quarreled with my passion and I went to the country for my friends for some kind of booze. Sashka was there, as was predicted at hand. For me, this routine and vulgarity of the situation turned out to be unusually convenient.
After a few hours and glasses of wine and vodka, this girl was on my knees. She turned out to be an elastic and some kind of unexpectedly exciting priest. After a couple of minutes, my cock has already begun to demand this girl. Of course, the first impulse of youthful sexuality was just to fuck her. But I stopped in time. I remembered that I had already succeeded in fucking, but such a rare case that the virgin, loved you and was ready for anything – one chance for life. And in addition, I was very savvy in theoretically, having read a mountain of literature, starting from Lermontov’s memoirs about my girl’s namesake and ending with de Garden and the story “O”.
It was of course a case. And it was he who determined that sexuality that dominates me to this day.
I brought her into the yard. Said, they say, let’s go smoke. She did not smoke, but went. Silently, already on the porch, he took her hand and took her around the corner of a neighboring barn. The place is not the most romantic and is.
Well, at least from her point of view.
It seemed to me that it was just. I was in no hurry and lit a cigarette, silently looking into her eyes. Sasha, of course, understood that I wanted from her and somewhere in the depths of her eyes was seen humility and uncertainty.
When she nevertheless lowered her eyes (and “O” was read not in vain) I captured her waist, pulled it to me and lowered my hands on her ass. They turned out to be pressed to my excited member. She tried to move away from me. I understood the reason – she wanted to start with kisses and so on, as in Stendhal’s novels.
No, this of course will not happen. This is a departure from my plan.
Then my right hand moved to her chest and climbed under the sweater. I started exploring her breasts. She was not quite in my taste – a little big. But nothing. I did not caress her, just pawed and felt every centimeter of her chest. Sashka struck and trembled slightly.
How to feel her ass and chest, I let her go. This girl was still alien to me. We went back to the house.
Of course, an hour later, I again suggested that she go to smoke. Fear was read in her eyes – she no longer wanted, she was afraid. But still got up.
This time I took her away. Pressed against the wall. And without saying anything, he began to lift a sweater on her, a bra, pawing her ass on her ass. Here she was already indignant. She said that everything, no longer wants.
– Well, well, I’ll go fuck Svetka, – I answered.
Of course she could not transfer this. Sveta hung up on me for a long time, was her boyfriend, but but she didn’t excite me at all.
– No, wait
– What?
– Do not leave.
– Then I will continue, ”I remarked, approaching the distance of the match
– Well, just not so rude.
– And this is how it will work.
The sweater was already hanging around her neck, the bra is unbuttoned, and the breasts looked at me, covered with pimples from the cold and invited themselves to paw themselves. What I did. Then he moved to jeans.
Again a bashful jerk to the side. Here I have already applied strength. Still unfastened jeans. Just pulling them over by overcoming the resistance of the hostess is difficult.
– Remove them yourself
– And you are not afraid to become the father of the family, – Sashka dabbled
She did not know how far she was before
– And why did you decide that I will fuck you ? However, if you do not want, I can practice someone else.
Pants dangled on the ankles, a sweater on the neck, my hands rummaged through all the corners. Of course I climbed into her gap. Appreciated my possessions, and that I have to fuck. It was a good hole, pleasant.
My member was ready to do it a few hours ago. I unfastened the fly and took it out.
– Look
I took her hand and lowered her down, put it on a member
– Jerking off
– How is it, – her voice trembled, she was ready to cry
I showed. Of course, she did not succeed. She was ashamed – she was so depraved, like in clothes, but naked. She is rudely pawed and forced to move his hand over the penis.
– Well, whatever you do, no need. We postpone our exercises for later. Get dressed.
And we headed back to the house. This evening I decided to suspend her seduction.
Our next meeting took place two weeks later.
Stage second.
Before this meeting, I already knew exactly what stage I want to bring my girl.
To be continued …
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