I am an artist is a portraitist, and although I am close to art, but very far from the literary word, and therefore I apologize to the reader for the unimportant syllable of my story.
And so, at the next exhibition of my portraits, I suddenly saw one of my familiar woman. Over the long years of her absence, I still recognized her from the tickle, which was just below the waist and above the coccyx. Today she was represented as the wife of one English businessman. Her back was closed by a translucent blouse. This is what made it possible to notice my first work of a tattoo- a swarm of wild bees ..
My memory flew away in the hungry years of the mid -nineties, when I was still an unknown artist. I was then terribly young, slightly hungry, damn beautiful and a little drunk. This is now, after many years, I am just beautiful and a little young. Then I was forced to engage in tattoos on the body of my customers with a fairly wide social status – from the prisoner and watchman to the eminent official and businessman. I was forced to live in my old dacha, eat pasture, and instead of wine, I drank a banal village mash.
Once from the city, I got to go to the motorcycles of the pancakes and other trail from the city. They got up to steal a all kind of snack and my funny mash on berries from my dugout in two rolls from the beds.
I then found a gap in the fence and made a trap, and then one day I caught the last runaway punch into it, so much so that his ass was left in my territory, and the rest of the body was left on the street. With one sharp movement, I pulled his pants from him and prepared, it was, to tear his bare ass with nettles ..
Only I swung, I see, but this is not a guy, but a girl!
– God you are, what forms, I thought, but how beautiful her pie is, just drooling. As an artist, I immediately appreciated her, but the boiling anger was tormented by my mind. Well, I think I’ll fuck now … Without rushing, I stroked her hemisphere with my hand and even with pleasure touched the hot lips of her pink vulva, when I heard behind the fence, – I don’t need an uncle, I still let me go, please let me go, I am more like thatI will not!!! I was very angry then, anger continued to boil in my brain, but pity for the request of mercy worked only half. My fingers lay on her sphincter and began to stroke him in a circle.
The punk girl fell silent and as if even listened to my actions. Then I wet my index finger with my saliva and tried to get into the virginal anal hole. It was tight, but warm and supple. The girl did not resist and, moreover, as if invitingly, raised her ass. Well, I think now I will teach your brother how to climb my garden.
Literally two steps to the summer gazebo, where I prepared my lunch, and grabbing a bottle of sunflower oil and poured a small portion on its pink hole. The body twitched slightly, but silent. I boldly continued the execution to expand the hole. Without pursuing the goal to cause pain, I just wanted to fuck the punk, so that later, at the sight of their unperturbed khar, to think with satisfaction,-“Ahh, may I fuck you all with the ass …”.
Then I did everything, I drew up a lot of pleasure for myself not from violence, but from what was behind the fence, my apponent also got a tremendous pleasure. I had never imagined then what awaited us. I accelerated in earnest and drove a member, so gnawed at this hole that it began to remind me of the hollow of wild bees on the oak, which stood not far from my cottage. Finally, I felt how the anal muscles of the virgin began to cramat frantically, how vaginal juices flowed through my eggs and I realized that she had received a bright orgasm. My consciousness is also not iron and the firecracker exploded in my crotch! The fire portion of sperm burst into the virgin ass and surprised her owner with a slight fright. Her ass tightened again, and relaxing, and the whole body seemed to exhale and went limp.
I tucked my farm into my pants and freed the captive, dragging it into my territory. Before my gaze appeared a tastefully smeared girlish face. On one eyebrow and in the nostril along the ring, the cheeks are worthless, the eye sockets in the shadows, as if they were going to bury it. In general, punk, what can I say!
– Well, what jumped!? Got a slut? You will still climb me!?
The girl looked down at the ground, silently adjusted the leather pants on herself, hung with all kinds of rivets and chains, she quietly muttered something under her breath ..
– That you are grimacing there, I asked loudly, looking into her eyes and shook her body, so that she would come to her senses.
– Fuck, uncle, but I was good, do not shout at me ..
A long pause came from these words. We looked into each other’s eyes and did not understand what happened to us. Finally I broke this silence, helped her to stand on her feet, offered to go into the house and put myself in order. Get boards and a girl came together, from a thief turned into my guest.
She entered the house and flopped her body on my worn sofa, looked around, looking at every carefully every picture and asked quietly – and you are an artist? And I like that picture most of all. I listened to her and understood that she pretended that nothing had happened to her, but there was a clear experience of the experience on her face.
– Oh, she shuddered, listening to her body, and you have a shower? I understood that in essence, I just raped this girl, my anger already disappeared somewhere, and I was ready to atone for my guilt by any way. I understood that the girl should not be released no earlier than after twelve hours, you never know what would embrace in her semi -children’s head. I accompanied her into the summer shower, pulled the curtain from the neighboring eyes, began to undress it and at the same time turned on the water heated by the sun in a barrel. She turned her back from me, taking off all the attributes, up to the rings on her face and entered under a warm stream of finely sparkling spray. From her ass, my sperm streamed abundantly. I also undressed and entered the impromptu waterfall. Fearing to touch her, and ineptly catching the remnants of spray, I washed my stained member, who had just received great pleasure from the body of a young stranger. She unceremoniously spread her legs, crouched, shamelessly washed her pussy and her back hole. Looking at me, she stopped him on my cock.
– Wow, so here he is the very snake that deprived me of anal virginity? You can touch it? Through the falling stream of warm water, she held out her thin pen and the head of my penis turned out to be clamped in her palm. My cock grew rapidly, and the eyes of this baby became surprised and large.
– God, what a miracle, he grows before my eyes!
– How old are you, fool!?
– It will be eighteen soon, she replied proudly, not letting go of a surprised look from my already standing member.
– Yeah, so I believed, judging by the proportions of your body, although it is fine, you are no more than sixteen, you won’t spend me … I, noting her quickness in my acquaintance with outsiders, allowed myself to hug her and squeeze her to myself. To make sure of her assurances that she was really a virgin, I pressed her to me even more and put her hand to her crotch in order to make sure the reverse. My finger is careful that it was not painful to bring the vagina to the eve of the vagina and stumbled upon a thin and vulnerable barrier ..
– Well, what was convinced ..? Her gaze was strict, but her face is insanely childish and charmingly young and beautiful after the shower.
– You won, she continued, now my ass is not a whole, but promise that you will leave me my pussy not touched, then I will be an obedient girl for you.
– Yes, you are really virgin, I’m sorry for the impudence, if you want, live with me, I will make your portrait to my full height and give it to you as a sign of reconciliation.
– I need to think, she said, you need to come up with the reason and call mom and dad. And you are an uncle how to call? She was already on her knees and tried on her little lips to the head of my penis, for a moment and she will shut up, carried away by the witch’s gaze of a single -eyed snake.
– Me? Sergey, and you ..
There was no answer, a few more minutes and I was again in the power of this charm. Like stung by the sting of a wild bee, I began to erupt my molten honey on her face and diligently spread on her lips.
– Suddenly she said suddenly, – I agree, and I will stay with you to spend the night.
– Dinner was decorated with cherry tincture of its own manufacture. We sat next to the couch. The girl was slightly drunk and hung her head on me. I looked in the mirror of the dressing table, which stood on the opposite side of the room, and was surprised to conclude that her body was completely.
– And you know, she muttered, I must admit aloud that when you punished me today, there, in the fence, I experienced such a strong orgasm that I did not even have with a girl.
– Sorry if, something wrong … By the way, like your ass, it does not hurt her?
– I still want, she said unexpectedly.
Making a conclusion that my captive asks for a repetition of anal sex, I thought a little – or maybe she provokes me? No, where it will go naked, only my shirt was on it, and she was torn behind, as if earlier prepared for execution over a beautiful girl.
– Just do it beautiful, in bed, I’m just all flow. Her hand was already in her crotch, as if checking what she said.
Having my hand to her hand, I really felt that the girl wanted to continue sex and led her to the bed in the bedroom. Having covered it with a sheet, I went into the garden and scatter a bunch of flowers over it, turned it on my tummy. Covering her ass with kisses, I did not forget to iron her clitoris and delicate virgin lips. I penetrated her tongue into her anal hole and the girl losing the shame of the virgin spread her legs and shamelessly raised her ass.
– Well, don’t torment me, make an anal slut out of me, insert your stallion into me. I understood that her body was fully belonging to me and lubricating her hole with her own juices, I put the head of the penis into her opened hole. A feeling of penetration into anal can only be evaluated by one who has such a practice, describing this action as difficult as a feeling of access into space ..
I noted for myself that her anal muscles were greatly developed and well controlled by her mistress, they were unusually deep, which created the effect of the length of the velvet and at the same time a tight tube, and only somewhere there in its depths, one could understand that it could be understood thatYou have reached its intestines for a turbulent emission of seed. This gave the girl great advantages, she could not wash the intestines over anal sex, how to do the bulk of people engaged in this type of “sport”.
A few strokes and my guest began to worry, her breath became more frequent, and she showed her satisfaction. We both moaned from deafeningly pleasant feelings, she began to wave to me and to the white fingers, squeeze the sheet. She was unusually good.
– Fuck, fucking, what a good fellow you are, let’s continue to frantically fuck your captive, I’m your bitch. Soon we both froze in convulsions and my sperm, although not like the first time, but still impressively irrigated her hot ass. My cock still stood, and I pulled it out of this pink bouquet, which again reminded me of the hollow of wild bees. Sperm, like from a well, acting from the bottom up, began to fill her closing hole.
Cap, cap and it glass on the virgin vagina of Svetochka, I grabbed it with a fitted towel, and in my perverted brain the thought flew from the row of wild bees from there. So at that unforgettable moment I had the idea of creating a series, or maybe a sub-culture of a tattoo for those who have at least once tried anal sex. Namely, to draw wild bees flying out of the priests on the buttocks, as the personification of the loss of innocence. Or, like the personification of the rear gate torn from the hinges ..
Seryoga, you are handsome! I am so happy, do not kick me out until I find you with you, I will do everything for you, and wash and wash the floors, just fuck me at least once a day. Now I understand my mother, who gives his hahal in the ass. If, if you knew how I hated her until that moment. Wow, and I was a fool, wow and a fool ..
We lay face upside down and she spoke and spoke … Her hand did not let my cock, as if she was afraid that I would take him to another room and hide him there in a secret place. The world of sex has opened for her, even from the rear gate. She just hung in the clouds and was insanely happy.
– Well, the fools of the woman, which repeat about not usually unbearable pain during sex in the ass, thought aloud the light. It is so sweet. Apparently you do everything right, because so ..?
Gradually, her chatter subsided, and a sweet girl fell into a deep dream. Removing the rest of the dinner from the table, I looked out the window, went beyond the perimeter of the fence and made sure that everything was quiet and calm. Friends treacherously abandoned her, I think she will understand it tomorrow.
In the morning we agreed with her that she would live with me until I finish the picture. I also invited her to make a tattoo on her hemispheres with the image of wild bees. Svetochka with pleasure accepted my suggestions and stayed.
Who would know, but having sexual contact with her, I then realized how to write paintings, I need to put in it not only your skill, but also to show the soul of this person. Show eyes and way of thinking. In a word, the picture, which I then wrote within a month, I sold one businessman for a lot of money, and sharing with her, I was enough for me for the whole year of the cozy life of a bachelor. Svetochka then left my tattoo depicting from her hollow wild bees, symmetrically located on both sides of the hemispheres and seeking their uterus. A year later, she successfully went out for her husband and disappeared from my orbit.
Since then, it was she who was my muse, I began to write portraits, as they say without losing my life from the canvas. I gradually became rich enough and started my workshop in the city. Salon Tattoo, I entrusted my brother and get a small percentage of his profit. Now not only girls, but also boys who gained experience with anal sex, sought to capture their “diploma” on their ass. If you, dear reader, will see on the lower back, just above the coccyx of a man or a woman flying wild bees, know this person knows the charms of anal sex, he is a liability. If a man has a bee on the upper part of a member, a little closer to the base, know this guy an asset. The universals have the entire lower part of the pelvis like a hive, all in the bees.
It is this woman, who is now at my exhibition behind the buffet, the toast is my muse and inspirer to my sub-culture. It was she who was my first girl who gave me unusual feelings of anal sex. And even now she is someone else’s wife, but she is my girl.
Finally, our eyes crossed, she fell silent, recognizing me even through a three -day bristle and held out her glass to mine – for you Mostro Sergey ..! Our glasses made a crystal ringing and we both drank to the bottom. Her husband came up. She said in pure English, – this is the artist in whom I told you … He shook my hand looking into my eyes with admiration, we were just removed from different publishers and did not ashamed in half a voice. Translating him, Sveta looked into my eyes, her eyes were full of tears of happiness.
– I sincerely thank you the artist for the fact that you have noble with my light and left her virginity, I bought her portrait that you wrote in those distant years, he hangs in our bedroom, and my friends in London give frantic money for him,But he is more expensive for me. We love each other, special thank you Mr. Artist for a trademark on her buttocks, I think you guess what I mean?..
The light converted me the whole word for word, and her eyes sparkled from an unexpected meeting, because she did not know my surname.
– And thank you my little thief of the mash with the summer house that connected us, now you are a lady, and I am a high -budget artist, I met her husband and shook both hands.
This story ended endlessly. After all, in order to write a good picture, it is necessary that your soul meets the one you write, and sometimes it requires just irrepressible sex.
Yes, Sveta, then I forgot to leave your e-mail: [email protected] write and you readers, if anything, and I devote this story to Svetlana, a little fragile and wonderful woman.
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