Reading the story behind the story, which for the most part are fictional, finally decided to tell you their story that happened to me about 2 years ago. I think (maybe even hope) that you know what a tour is, if so, read on, if not, then ... read on (in the course of the story you will understand what it is). And so it was the Preamble ...

But actually the story itself ...

I then studied in the first year of the institute. You understand that then, in addition to studying (which was somewhere between “Over the heat” and “over the girls”), there was only one thought in my head ... to drink and follow @ # tsya. So, with the enta thought itself, I went with fellow students and just with friends on a hiking tour to the Crimea. Everything was prepared in advance ... number of drinks at the rate of a bottle / person / day and number of snacks, girls and all that ... tents ... sleeping bags ... accommodation for people in these tents. But the unexpected happened, in addition to proven people with us expressed a desire to go girl-tselochka (as we nicknamed her on the course for inaccessibility and modesty). She was quite beautiful, but modestly obscene, and all our attempts to unleash her on something remained unsuccessful. And for us it was a complete surprise to her desire to go with us (and this is no matter how 2 category of complexity and 20 days of travel). "Well, okay," we decided and took it (as it turned out completely in vain).

She took out the first five days of the journey with dignity, but then her strength ran out, and she was ready to give up everything and return “home to her mother.” We couldn’t allow it, because everyone would have to come back, and we had to draw lots ... who would carry her backpack (130-liter, weighing about 25 kg), and the lot fell to me ... This is where the most interesting thing begins ... As I carried her backpack, she was automatically assigned to my tent, in which besides me there was to be my dorugan.

And here is the long-awaited moment of spending the night ... first with an enta girl (and she really turned out to be a girl, but more on that later). The night turned out to be rather cold, and in order to warm up, we lit up a nearly pyoner bonfire with songs with a guitar and drinking an internally warming liquid with a temperature of 40 degrees ... Tents were set ... With the realization that nothing shines for me, I walked into my bedchamber. But I repeat ... the night was cold, and I suggested to my unwitting “mistress” to put sleeping bags together and sleep in one big “envelope”. To which she reluctantly agreed (and she, too, was cold). Oh, yes, I missed one thing ... while sitting by the fire, we drank (I mentioned this), she also drank well ... And so the action was carried to the tent.

She climbed into the far corner of the sleeping bag, cringing in one small, quivering lump (apparently frozen), and I, in turn, like a “true gentleman,” tried to warm her with my body. I leaned against her and inadvertently embraced. But contrary to my expectations, she did not become indignant and did not try to throw my hand off her. That's what I just did not expect. Then, feeling her indecision, and let's say readiness for continuation, I proceeded to more active actions to seduce . I gently but persistently put my hand on her chest, which, as it turned out, was not shackled by anything other than a thin T-shirt. She did not respond to my actions with anything except the fact that her breathing became faster. All this was the final signaling of the signal flag before the start! My next step was a kiss ... a gentle ... soft ... a timid kiss, first to the neck, then to the ear, then to the burning cheek. She finally replied to me that she had turned to no face.

And I immediately dug into her slightly swollen lips, penetrating the tongue into her mouth ... our languages ​​are intertwined together (it turns out that they don’t know how to kiss), OUR kiss lasted, as it seemed to me for ages, but eternity is voluptuous, endless. I had to break away from her honey lips, but only in order to take off her T-shirt, which I managed in a couple of seconds. And here in front of me appeared a pair of perfect, full breasts, not kissed by anyone, not caressed, which finally demanded attention rendered by someone other than a mirror. And I gave them the attention they deserved. I joined them with my lips, I kissed, sucked and nipped my nipples, alternately one and the other breast, ... what the nipples immediately answered with hardening ... Then I pulled away (reluctantly) from these honey melons, and looked at my face, now lover, friends ... her eyes were closed, her mouth parted and a weakly muffled moan escaped from him.

I moved on, explored every centimeter of her body with kisses, every millimeter, she responded with every shudder to my every kiss. So I got to the short bikes and the panties under them. Then I stopped and turned my gaze to her little face again ... she opened her eyes ... I would have drowned in them ... fear was read in them, but at the same time she also had confidence in me and my actions, and I was bound to use this trust. I pulled the shorts along with the panties on myself, thereby relieving her of the last obstacle on the way. The saint-saint appeared before me, her cherished hollow, slightly covered by a black cannon. I kissed her navels, and went down below ... I kissed her tummy and, finally, the pubis. Then I pressed my lips to the holy source, which was already oozing. With a tongue I penetrated deep into this flower of life, which had unknowingly opened my petals before me, exposing to me a pistil requiring attention.

I clasped her trembling clitoris with my lips, sucking him a little, this is the test my girlfriend couldn’t stand anymore ... from her, no lips, no mouth, but a moan escaped from her chest, she bent, stretched, all muscles shook in a single spasm spasm of orgasm ... But this was only the beginning ... I again began to caress and kiss her body, rising to his lips. At this time, she already eagerly dug into me ... Her hands wandered along my back, going down below ... to jeans. By this she let me know that she was ready to meet my friend. I quickly took off my jeans and what was under them. When she saw my friend she was a little frightened, which is quite natural, since this was the first time she had seen the male member live. Realizing what she saw, she lay on her back, and slightly spread her legs, which I took advantage of. Being between her cool legs, my friend correctly understood the invitation to visit, and he rushed into the girl's virgin hole.

When I began to introduce my penis into her, she moaned slightly, this moan was caused by both pleasure and light pain at the same time. Penetrating, deeper, I came across the last barrier to our merger. Pushing harder, I fully penetrated it. She screamed softly, and a few tears slid down her cheek. I knew that girls painfully tolerate the first sexual intercourse, therefore, in order not to hurt the girl, I took out my laborer from her bosom. I looked into her eyes, they read gratitude. I decided to wait a day or so while the wound healed. But the next action of Zhenya (I forgot to tell you ... her name was Zhenya) surprised me. She raised herself and put her lovely lips on my cock. She first kissed the head, then wrapped her lips, making a few sucking movements, she completely swallowed my cock. She sucked awkwardly (ha, after all, for the first time), but damn nice.

When I felt the approach of an orgasm, I looked at Eugene inquiringly ... our eyes met, I realized that she felt it too, but contrary to my expectations, she did not recoil (as many girls did), and even more enthusiastically planted on the penis. She sucked greedily, and when I finally finished, she sucked every last drop.Sucking all she recoiled from a member, and looked at me ... on her face was a blissful smile. She lay down on my chest, so we rested for about ten minutes, but, as you know, my appetite comes with eating and my friend demanded to “continue the banquet”. But you yourself understand that it’s unethical to ask the girl to repeat the blowjob, but her sore hurt, then only one thing remains ... or rather only one hole that I could penetrate. I deftly crawled out from under her and began to prepare. At first I began to stroke her on the back, gently moving towards her ass, which, by the way, was amazing.

I began to knead her buttocks, greedily and rather roughly, at the same time with my thumbs, I began to massage the little ring. On this gesture, Zhenya raised her ass, thus giving me the opportunity to exercise better. Taking advantage of the moment I put a roll-pillow under the raised ass, thus not letting it fall. Moistening my index finger with saliva, I began to insert it into the girl's anus. Little ring did not want to let me inside, but still I managed it. Realizing that I needed to marry, she stretched out her hand to her beautician and pulled out a tube of “hand cream” from there. I honestly did not expect from her such ingenuity. Taking a tube from her, I squeezed a fairly large amount of cream on two fingers. Which, in turn, began to lubricate the much-desired ringlet, having penetrated inside, I also smeared everything very well inside. Further, squeezing out also a respectful portion of the cream on your dick, thoroughly lubricated it. Everything was ready.

I brought the head of the penis closer to the entrance and slightly pressed, despite the good lubrication, Zhenya's anus did not want to let the guest in himself. But when I still managed to enter it, Zhenya cried out, apparently the pain was still quite strong. I slowly introduced the penis to the end, and waited five seconds, thus giving the anus a stretch and getting used to. After waiting for a pause, I also slowly began forward movements "forward-backward" gradually increasing the pace. At first, Eugene shouted, but after a while, her moans were already heard from her chest, and she began podmahivat me. After about 2 minutes of crazy whipping, I also stormy, as the first time I finished in her ass. And we fell down exhausted and satisfied with each other. Zhenya quickly fell asleep, and I, thinking it over, could not sleep either.

During the whole trip, Zhenya and I slept together, and our adventures had just begun. Now I'm in the 3rd year of the institute, Zhenya walks with my bride, about a week ago we got engaged. Now she is also shy and innocently clean, and many guys look at me with little envy.