I am not a hypocrite in questions of sex, just the voice of my body was still sleeping with a sweet dream somewhere in the cozy depths of my mind.
Only occasionally did I hear his sleepy mutter by accidentally touching some corners of my body during hygienic procedures.
But these influences were random and so non -long in nature, so that a couple of times grunted, the voice of my body peacefully fell asleep without exciting interest in the sexual issue. By accident, getting a married girlfriend to watch a pornographic cassette, I experienced a whole gamut of feelings. The feeling of burning shame burned my skin, the inner nervous trembling prevented me from focusing on what was happening.
With difficulty, pretending that what is happening on the screen is indifferent to me, with an indifferent gaze, I cast short glances at the screen. The opening side of the true relationship between a woman and a man shocked me. Going out of the air on the way home, I cast a furtively look at oncoming men. The episodes saw in my head and trying on them to themselves could not believe that they could do this with me with their thing between their legs. This episode left in my memory a feeling of incomprehensible heaviness in the bottom of the abdomen and a feeling of tightening the skin in a place where the inner thighs, touching each other, passes into the crotch. They were caused by drying discharge from my pussy, abundantly soaked my pants. It never occurred to me that my pussy can be used for something except the usual purpose. But. But a little time has passed and hormones did not receive further stimulation became quiet. The one saw began to seem something artificial, not real, specially invented for the cinema life of the screen on the other side of the screen and does not have an exit to the real world. The voice of my body never woke up, only began to turn in me with unconscious desires, some kind of languishing at night. So I would have led my student life in exit in classrooms at lectures and competitions in gymnastics. However, everything comes its time. My time has come to know the sexual side of being. Relations with the guys surrounding me were fleeting and basically concerned study. Someone asked the notes, I asked me to rewrite my cassette. Someone in my appearance caused timidity, it was visible by a rapidly discharged, from my small breasts to look. Someone just glided at me with an indifferent look.
At the beginning of the new academic year, he appeared in our group. He was three years older than me and appeared in our group, recovering at the institute after serving in the army. The first time I saw Valery, so his name was, at the entrance to the audience on the first pair. He stood at some distance from the group of my fellow students. Passing him, I felt his attentive look on me. Our eyes met for a moment, and his gaze left some joyful expectations in me. I seemed to feel the wings behind my back.
The surrounding objects became somehow brighter and colorful, and the surrounding fellow students became sweet and relatives. The bell rang soon, everyone quickly sat down on the tables.
« allow »- the male voice came inquiringly over my ear, instantly tearing me out of dreamy thoughtfulness into the real world. I was only able to nod frightenedly. So our novel began. Valery surrounded me with unobtrusive attention. Being a man of versatile views, having extensive knowledge and having his own view, he was an interesting interlocutor. He just had talent to appear at the moment when I needed help. Very soon I began to need his society.
In the moments of his absence, I felt uncomfortable, a feeling of some loss grew in me. As soon as he would appear on the horizon, spiritual comfort returned to me. But Platonic relations could not arrange a guy in the prime of male forces and a systematic attack began on my innocence. It began with the light kisses of my ear, during a slow dance at a student party.
These were not even a kiss, but just light touching my lips of my ear. Soft twilight, a glass of drunk champagne, a slight noise of his breathing and tickling touches with his lips formed a rattling mixture. My legs treacherously weakened, the lower abdomen began to pour weight, goosebumps ran along the spine. Compensating for the betrayal of the legs, I practically hung on Valeria, dropping my head on his shoulder.
His hand lying on my lower back seemed to pick up, slightly pressing me to his body. The palm, making soothing stroking on the back, turned her fingers down. Fingers, frozen for a moment on the bulges of the elastic band of my pants easily felt through the thin fabric of my dress, moved along it. Then the palm began to rise up, taking the dress skirt with her, and again went down, slipping her fingers along the elastic band of pants. My panties betrayed me and gradually crawled down under skilled hands. The dance ended at the moment when the panties were in the middle of my semi -ladies and thought where to move on, down or backwards. From the sensation of the chill in a hollow -off and treacherous movements of my panties, a head was spinning, my heart was thumbling loudly. I couldn’t fix the panties in sight. Fortunately, putting his left hand on my shoulders and intertwining her fingers with the fingers of my left hand, holding my right hand on his thigh Valery led me into the saving twilight of the far corner dance. So half -banging we went to the stairs of the service entrance. It was dark there, only the window of the moonlight was blurring above. My gentleman led me to him.
The panties finally betrayed me from walking, they almost completely crawled from behind, strengthening with an elastic band under my semi -pods. I just needed to urgently return them to their place and I tragically thought about how to do it unnoticed for my gentleman. We leaned against the wall. Valery, standing sideways to the right of me, began to shower my neck with light tickling kisses, and I forgot about my traitors for a long time. Turning my chin to him with the palm of his right hand, he stared at my lips with a kiss. Everything swam in front of my eyes, my lips were filled with indescribable tingling sensations. Through half -time I felt a male hand on my left chest. Taking my chest from below in his palm, his hand stroked her from side to side. From such sensations, I involuntarily jerked, opening my eyes, and instantly understood the futility of my timid trembling. My bashfulness was opposed to a whole complex, the right hand was pressed against the wall and I could only hug it. The left hand was constrained by the intertwined fingers. My mouth was covered by a kiss, and I could not blurt out anything out of place, destroying the charm of the moment.
Only for a moment we stood, straining until my calmed bashfulness yielded to persistent chest requirements that demanded the continuation of the banquet. Broke in skillful hands, I closed my eyes :::::#8230;. ::: … :::: …I once again critically examined the result of the work of my hands. The plasticine simulator corresponded to the prototype and stood in full combat readiness on the bedside table. Perhaps you can try, I thought. Unknown scared and beckoned me.
Having picked up the phallus, feeling his heaviness, subconsciously I pulled a decisive moment. Once again, checking his diameter with a ringlet of fingers, she suddenly remembered the tender softness of his skin, easily sliding here along the original trunk under my hands. Alas, the surface of the copy was rude. Introducing it in myself, I almost abandoned my idea. But the unknown maneuver, and this circumstance was only a plausible pretext to push the decisive actions a little. Without thinking long, I applied what was most suitable for this purpose. Put on the phallus first one condom, and then a few more.
The surface became almost suitable for the conceived, soft enough, but did not move. Pulling with threads a stack of condoms at the base of the head, half of the condoms I pulled off the plasticine member. I rummaged a little in the nightstand of the sewing machine, I picked up a thin elastic band and intercepted it with a condom hanging from a member at the beginning of the head. Silicon gel coated the entire barrel and gently pulled the hanging fence back.
Pulled them with threads at the base, so as not to squeeze the gel. Now the phallus was ready. Its surface was soft, aseptic and even moved a little. There was no reason to postpone further. Having decomposed a tube with a gel, a mirror and the main item in the bed, I sat on a sheet. A small trembling excitement scattered through the body. Raising the ass, slowly pulled off her panties, the sheet pleasantly trampled my semi -hand. The moment of truth has come. Put my legs to the sides, with the help of the mirror, I began to consider where it all was inserted. In the mirror, a hill overgrown with curly hairs was reflected. The crack, dissecting it into halves, slowly diverged to the sides, opening a naked one from excitement, a bud of small lips. I had to put the pillow under the ass and spread the buttock with my free hand, to finally see the culprit of the occasion. The anus star was stood out with darker skin and was lower on the nail from the edge of my pussy, in a small deepening of the priests. Holding the nerve hiccups, I put a tube with a gel by the middle of the asterisk. Touch surrendered in the whole body of a nervous trembling.
Sprightly pressing on a tube, I introduced his neck inside. The anus was filled with a sensation of a cold rough surface. Squeezing the gel inside, I felt him, lingering at first, began to penetrate deep into, washing the walls surrounding him with cool.
However, soon the feeling of coolness was replaced by a feeling of exciting fullness. Having squeezed a third of the tube inward, I left the transparent slide of the gel from above, fully filling them with the deepening of the anus, everything was ready. Taking the phallus in my hands, I put him to this hill. In response to the first touch, the anus shortened shortly, as it were, ok. Holding the phallus at the entrance with his left hand, with his right hand began to crush on him. In the area of the anus, the pressure of the cold solid object of the crushed inward throughout the anus was felt. In the mirror it was seen how the surface of the body led inside, yielding to my pressure.
I strengthened the pressure. In the area of the priests, a painful sensation began to grow, as if someone had put my finger to my stomach and presses. The end of the phallus pressed the anus inside the body, not at all going to penetrate into it. Only excitement from the inaccuated touches to the small lips of my pussy and seen in porn recordings that he is still entering there, did not allow me to abandon the undertaking started.
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