Having settled close, they breathed like after a long run, each thinking about his own. She lay back to him, stroking the hand that hugs her, and invisible tears rolled down onto the pillow.

She yielded to him again when Olezhka jerked her down on all fours and pressed back to the small hard buttocks. But as soon as he tried to repeat the invasion from behind, as she first resisted.

- No, don't, don't, don't ... - the exhausted girl repeated crying, sniffling.

The tea is almost cold.

Wrapped in a blanket, she was hunched over and sat on the table opposite him with a cup in her hand. She wanted nothing. Even run.

He stroked her cold knee, looked into her face and through her. And later, he never did his girls badly. It hurts, yes. But badly ... The idea of ​​violence was so filthy that it caused an almost physical feeling of sticky dirt on her hands. Of course, in such situations his girls always stopped at a certain limit. By virtue of their upbringing and the capabilities of the young body, they went to meet his desire, but each stopped at its own line, for which without his help could not go. One further, the other came closer to this line separating the girl from the woman.

Often he felt like a smuggler, leading the immaculate creation abroad of chastity. Many of his girls have already tried to run over there and enjoy the sweetness of vice. Some tried to look into this alluring country by closing in the bathrooms and unleashing their lewd handles in the warmth of their morning cots. A hot shower roused secret desires in their young bodies, and sentimental novels circled windy heads. Others were languishing in anticipation of the unknown, but none of his girlfriends would have refused these attempts, even under the fear of universal exposure. Olezhka felt their timidity before this black line every time and always felt what he should do. He quickly gained a rare knowledge of what to do and how.

Some he translated by the pen, others needed to be pushed, and the third to carry on his hands. Over time, his strong body served as an excellent tool for the act of medicine called defloration, and the search for virgins became for him a kind of hunting fun. Only much earlier it came to him that the barrier lies not between the labia minora, but in a beautiful young head. This barrier is created over the years and therefore it is impossible to destroy it in an instant.

In principle, it does not cost anything to break this lock, but behind the door to the mysterious garden there will be a boring room, which can very soon turn into a diner.

In the meantime, Olezhka was thinking about something else entirely. He wanted. He was least inclined to philosophize at these moments.

Tea was drunk. Tanya still sat on the edge of the table, wrapped in a blanket, from under which protruded, sharp knees. Trying to put the cup, she stretched out her hand, and the edge of the blanket slid off her shoulder, exposing him and another small elastic chest with a funny papilla, and a narrow triangle of dark pubic hair that faced his face. Her thin hand quickly grasped the edge of the elusive blanket and shyly returned it to its place. Tanechka thought that everything was over and it was time to go home to the lessons that were left unfinished for tomorrow. She calmed down, did not regret anything, and thought about how to get up and dress. Of course, it would be better if he came out, but don’t be dragged into the bathroom with this blanket.

She felt embarrassed and ashamed to start a conversation again on this subject. When he got up and stroked her on the back of the head, she sighed with relief, and decided that Olezhka would caress the impression of a failed attempt.She was even mocked by a shaggy towel from somewhere unknown on his hips. She did not move away and even allowed him to stand between his knees so that she kissed him a couple of times. The cursed blanket crawled all the time and she, busy with fighting him, did not notice when his hands sneaked under this naughty blanket and began to stroke her back. He almost did not kiss her. The most awesome thing was that his lips, just touching the reddening ear, suddenly began to whisper incredible, previously unknown words, words of love. Of course, every word in itself was familiar and mundane, but together they suddenly made up a strange love pattern turning into an openwork web. The boy used his last and perhaps the most powerful weapon.

Words of love and beauty, which in the ordinary life seemed pompous and unnatural and therefore shameful, suddenly became desirable and necessary. It was not even the words themselves that were important, but how he, breathing hotly, babbled them into her ear.

Tanya did not take it seriously and just did not interrupt him, regretting. Maybe he really, in the beginning, caused similar feelings in her soul. But the sounds of the intermittent whisper penetrated deeper and woke the Sleeping Woman there. No, not a passionate voluptuous and impetuous priestess of love, what our heroine will become later, but for now a sleepy, submissive morning woman. A woman sailing on the verge of dreams, sleep and reality in the form of a thirsty man who has woken up nearby. Which is desirable and pliable not under the influence of the passion burning it, but because trying to prolong the embrace of Morpheus a little longer willingly gives in to the harassment of the man, if only she was not disturbed. Resigning to his perseverance, she slowly turned her back on a blanket that had long and hopelessly flattened herself on the table. It seemed to her that she fell down somewhere and Olenka jumped at the only reliable support, for his strong shoulders.

How did it happen? She herself did not understand how. Simply. Her ass was on the very edge of the table. The spread legs hung down without finding support and it was very uncomfortable. Trying to get comfortable, the baby moved in his arms and then he entered.

Simply and easily. No pain. Nearly. True, there were droplets of blood, but these are very little things. When he finished and thoughtfully offered the little pill, she agreed to go to the sofa and repeat. They repeated several times.

Truly the ancients are right, they failed to seize the gates of pleasure by storm, take treason. No matter how good are many openings for love, but the ears are the most important among them ... And even about the ancients - in the olden days the beds were very tall. And such a posture that the legs hang down without reaching the floor was recommended by medieval doctors as the most painless for the first night. Precisely - the story of a spiral, a spiral ...

Here is a movie. Or Oleg and Olga.

And Olenka was his second girl. And it was in the ninth, it seems, right after the holidays.

He was lucky on virgins. A big hunter to "tselochek" - much later he noted his inclinations. A womanizer, however. Girl sorrow. What is true is true. They must have suffered parting, but none of them ran after him. He felt like a teacher, a step on the ladder of their sexual development, a smuggler on the border of morality, ferrying to the country of sex. Like and call it. He was afraid of one thing - to turn from a ferryman into Charon.

His girls remained forever in this country, succeeding in it in different ways, but they did not return to a chaste life. The most amazing of him, his girlfriends forever remained his girlfriends, or rather friends. Although this amazing combination of woman and friend many questioned.

However, in spite of these hobbies, Olezhka didn’t bother anyone about his exploits. He didn’t like to talk about it. He had few friends. Yes, and with them, he did not want to share such revelations. They would not understand him. He usually boasts one who wants to assert himself at any cost. His friends, with all their faults, belonged to a different circle of people.However, he guessed, and even knew that not all his girlfriends are silent about the fact of deprivation of innocence, or rather do not make any secret out of it. Because of this, around ... Read more →