Author: Kazanovva
Description of sex story: porn stories with the participation of young guys and girls
Like most teenagers at 17, you don’t think about cousins… Not up to them if they live in another city with their problems and interests…
And you don’t think about why in classical literature there are so many cases about cousins, cousins, their immortal and for some reason so cruelly condemned love, in which everyone is always more important to be fundamental, express their own "Fe", how to understand… Forgive… or at least not pay attention to the fact that the cousins and sister can be happy, although not for long… and they don’t bother anyone, only no one would go into the soul to them…
So I, having arrived at my uncle and aunt, first saw a cousin… For some reason, the first thought was stupid: and if no one with her said that we were not quite distant relatives with her… I would definitely take it off… or at least came to meet… When a girl at 16 has a charm, a beautiful figure and face, she knows how to freely and be liberated with the guys… Well, how the head will not be spinning when the brown eyes of a charming and slender brunette are watching you with such an interest, and the 2nd chest size makes you feel in jeans how a member got up and does not understand that this is a sister… Although, the fact that we are relatives gives our fruits at once: the guy and the girl are liberated and converge instantly… And you can chat and secretly, asking and telling honestly that it is unlikely that they began to flutter other other people’s girls frankly…
Under a glass of wine in a cafe in the evening (the action took place in the Baltic states in the 80s) about women… that I try with two – three at once… Why, I have time… Moreover, they are all married… Naturally, older… 25-32 years… Why abnormal? You think that at thirty years in sex you will be able to less than you can now? Or a woman at that age wants a man less than when she is sixteen? No… You see, you yourself answered your own question…
Then also frankly about her guy – a twenty -year -old brunette, a cadet of a sailor who pulls her down the aisle… Of course, for the girl ideal: salary, imported clothes and six months in somewhere in the Atlantic or even away from the noble… called "I don’t want to walk"… or for six months you can do without a man?
Of course, you can and frankly with a brother…
So frank that you don’t know where you go through a thin line… blurry, invisible, behind which I and she cease to be strangers, and we begin to bind us more than just kinship…
With parents, if they are as correct as her, complete frankness without boring notations will never work… What will friends say, and even more so since they think in reality, if you do not know for sure, then you guess for sure… With guys about guys frankly and honestly cannot… Only a cousin remains, especially when he speaks without vulgarity and bragging and talks about such intimate and sometimes absolutely unusual things…
Although a lot to accept and understand in his judgments obviously cannot… Or do not want to… A woman at thirty -two, because the old woman is completely… He laughs… The bastard is mocking… And he never teaches men to argue… Listen to yes, try to understand his logic – yes, to make conclusions on the basis of his own judgments – yes, but not argue… How not to argue? At all? Yes completely… In extreme cases, it is soft to say that I do not quite agree… but it’s better to keep silent at all… Then it is also frankly about the length of female skirts, smart and fools, minute, gold rain (damn, how does he know about it and who of women may like this of women?), about sex in a variety of places, about prices on prostitutes… And about how to once bought one with a friend… Damn, but he is only a year older… Now it is clear why he does not see the wrinkles in thirty -year -olds or may not want to see… not to wrinkles, if at least half of the truth he told… Girlfriends themselves do not know about this, and parents will not tell, even if they knew everything too, that the brother knows, what you already doubt, this is certainly… Oh, parents, parents… Letting us together, do they really think that children will not talk about school, not about music, literature, poetry or something even more exalted and distant… Oh, but in my opinion I confused, and intrigued, and excited the baby at once… and alcohol comes out exactly removes complexes and unleashes the tongue to men… especially when, opposite you, such a charm and beauty… When, during a slow dance, you press your cousin to you and feel how it pressed… how she wrapped around with such delicate palms around my neck… like a breast elastic and sexually rests on the chest, and a member in jeans rages with might and main… And she feels it, so clinging… And the head goes with might and main… Or maybe there would have been nothing between us that evening, if it weren’t for the rain, or rather the rain of the bucket that found us when leaving the park on the way home… when even the crown of the tree, under which we hid, no longer saves… wow, how was it soaked… Like large rain drops fall on the face, on the shoulders, on the chest, hitting the nipples through the light bra… And the whole dress is so wet, stuck, almost exposing you all… And cold, so cold when a strong wind whips with might and main and climbs under her light dress, plays there, raising the hem… Lightning, thunder, and she involuntarily presses to me, trying to warm up the warmth of the body, with the movement of the hands… When you seem so small, fragile, feeling how his shoulders are pumped up, behind which he tries to cover you with a strong wind… You like it when a beautiful strong hand of a man holds an umbrella almost at the face, and the second presses you a little? Light smell of French cologne "Franco Ferre" Can a little girl to turn her head? And an attentive look from top to bottom to make the imagination to play out? You will close a stronger to warm up, feeling warmth? So warmer? When a man’s hand is strongly and gently pressing you all… And his body, so strong, strong warms you and gives warmth… You always feel when men are hardened below? And how you behave when it is in your taste?.. > When a member of a man, so strong large, already bulges out of his trousers and presses you on the lower abdomen… tell you what a woman feels in these minutes? When desire and decency diverge and just can’t get… You know how nice it is to press such a baby to yourself… Feel how your elastic pile of chest rests against me, your delicate palm on your hand, your leg that pressed against me and radiates warm… Feel how your luxurious body breaks through the chills and whisper in your ears: "You tremble, I will warm you, otherwise you will get sick, baby…" And kiss you gently, tenderly on the neck and shoulder, feeling how you started all… And press even more tightly, starting to rub you there with you… And gently taking the chin, raise your face up to your place and kiss you on the lips tightly and firmly, feeling how you answered, how you pressed, how you let my tongue into my mouth… and with a pressure on the back and ass… And give your own more and more… and again cover the neck and shoulder with kisses, and the hand under the dress, up the thigh… and palm over short panties to you right on the pussy… and serve, put… wow, how hot your baby is… and panties to the side and palm of your lips… And in your ear: put my width… go into the pants with a palm… like? Come on together for them there for your lips… naked and strong head and such amazing lips below… like this… wow, how he just goes crazy with me when such a girl begins to press them so tightly on the labia… Now between them… On the hill… on which my… And now the head up and down on it and press it again, press my member… you feel how he was filled, pulsates and wants you? Rub, my baby, rub it, my lovely… You are so pleased? And as hot as me? And if you enter it into the vagina… like this… Almost the entire head… Pick on it… Squeeze it with the walls… Wow, how did you swallow… how I squeezed it so that I groaned… You want all him? And, not expecting an answer, – you are on your hands, pressing your back to the tree – and the penis is all in you… Oh, damn it, what a buzz is on the very eggs of him, more and more, feeling how you hung on my shoulder, how you wrapped my legs around my legs, how you began to ride, expiring and taking it all in myself… And if I am also… from below, to the beat, driving along the very bottom… And hearing your moan and almost wild scream… when to drive through the entire length of the penis and whisper through the groan:" What a cool bitch you are… " And again driving to the most eggs to you… And through a mutual cry, driving a member on the uterus, lowering you into you and end us together…
And then… Then it was that normal ordinary people… Sex yet… and further… and further… caresses, tenderness, words…
And the next day, when her mother went to work in the morning, – in her bedroom, under the blanket, where she was waiting for so and everything was new.. two abnormal and passionate lovers…
And the third evening, the last, before my departure… And her words: "Tell me, why, you are my brother?"… And tears… and prayer: "I ask, don’t leave, stay… come to us and study…" and oaths, oaths of lovers when he is seventeen, and she is even smaller…
About our secret with her, so no one recognized…
This story had a continuation… But this is not now…
We became too different then or just the other was the time…
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