Lenka.

Champagne for me, this is a complete blackout. As far as I can remember, all the adventures began with a glass of champagne. I grew up with the constant supervision of my mother, for which of course I am very grateful. In our urban-type settlement, just an hour from Moscow, on a train, the girls flew in from the eighth grade. My best friend didn’t do a second abortion, and gave birth immediately after graduating from the tenth grade, without having finished school. And my mother did not want for me such a fate. I sat at home and studied, getting ready to go to college. Of course, this could not drown out the call of nature and I began to caress myself almost immediately after the beginning of menstruation. It was a completely incomprehensible feeling to me. Proud to be a girl, I was washing away and touching myself there, trying to see with the mirror how I was changing.

Not immediately, I found the most interesting places and a way to have fun. But by the time I was 15, I could get an orgasmic in 5 minutes in the right setting. My friend told me about how big boys have big pips. And I strictly followed my mother's advice. Preparing to enter Moscow. And no boys. Only occasionally incomprehensible languor in the lower abdomen bothered me. And I did not understand what to do about it.

My first time was on a campaign in the Crimean mountains. He was a young instructor who was given to our group to replace our usual guide. In general, already at the age of ten, every summer my mother and I went hiking in the Crimea. And in the summer after the tenth grade, she could not get a vacation and sent me one. The instructor flirted with me the whole trip and already at the exit, on the last fire, he took out a bottle of champagne from somewhere and treated me. I drank champagne before, but little by little. And then almost a full circle and I wanted to bushes. There he caught up with me, started hugging, kissing, saying that he liked me very much.

And I, dizzy and really wanted to write. We sat down on the slope, the only thought in our head was spinning: "let it be, what will be." He threw me on my back, pulled off my workout, and leaned over me and poked me between my legs. It was wildly uncomfortable, his back was pricked with some pebbles and branches, he snuffled over my ear and fidgeted with his hands trying to get there. I could not even understand how it happened, but after a sick poking "around the bush", he finally got to the right place and tore me up. The pain gave me strength, I pushed him away and rolled over on my side and jumped up, but the workouts lowered below the knees prevented me from escaping. While I was trying to pull them, he grabbed me from behind and started to persuade me to finish, everything was so disgusting to me and his poking, now from behind.

But I understood that I had become a woman and wanted to feel what it really was. Having calmed down a little, she bent down and helped him enter correctly. Putting my hands on a steep slope, I felt something warm and strong in my torn pussy. He slapped my hips on the pope, but it gave no new sensations except pain and misunderstanding. Then he jumped out of me, twitched and said that he had finished. Pathetic

After such an experience, I realized that to caress myself is the best. And no assurances of my girlfriend could convince me.

More than a year passed, I went to college, and a new institute company invited me to celebrate the new year together. The guys were from our group and some of their friends. All ran to smoke on the stairs. I went for the company and me. Then one guy suggested that I smoke some grass, but in order not to get set on fire, he said that we would go a few floors higher. By that time, I had already drunk enough champagne to make me crave for adventure.

I agreed. We took turns taking turns, then he suggested that I smoke with the train, then he began to kiss me and touch me in different places.It was funny to me, and for the first time I felt myself getting wet from his touch. I do not know how much time has passed, but he pulled off my panties and began to shove his dick, then for the first time I was able to see live how it looks. So thick and for some reason curve to the side. It made me mad. But while I laughed with my mouth closed, so as not to catch fire, he turned me to face the window and put me on cancer. To the surprise of his dick entered very easily. I don’t even remember the first shocks, it was so funny and I was shaking all over with internal laughter. Then I realized that I was fucked.

He shoved, I was shaking with laughter. Suddenly, he abruptly turned me around, squatted on my haunches, and put them in my mouth, and then I began to cum deeply. It was a terribly slippery, strangely smelly thing that is being pushed into your throat and even something bitter and slimy flows from it. Ugh, what an abomination, like a froth on milk. I did not suffer long. The gag reflex was so strong that I almost bit off his penis, I pushed him and I vomited. I was vomiting and shaking with laughter, I imagined a picture of how I stood half-bent, with my shorts pulled down and vomiting in the corner. And next is a guy with a dangling member. Noo, this sex I do not need. It was just awful. We smoked.

I finished the first course. It was very difficult, especially in winter, every day for two hours on the road back and forth. Cold trains, flea in the bus. Lack of money. We didn’t give a shit on mother’s salary before, but now it’s quite tight. Everyone is dressed in college, and I walk like a lohushka. I wanted to constantly. I did not have time to work. Studying took a lot of time. And my girlfriend, who constantly persuaded me to find a boyfriend, began to advise me to meet a man. She told me that you just need to get acquainted with the peasant, the rich, necessarily married and let him sponsor. Yes, he will have to sleep. But on the other hand, he will rent a flat in Moscow, will give money for life. But as soon as I imagined that they would shove it into me again, she immediately refused.

The summer passed, I worked as a saleswoman in a bookstore, earned some money. I was able to buy warm boots and some more from clothes. But it was all so hard that I finally decided to try. We gathered with a friend, came up with excuses for home and went to a disco on the outskirts of Moscow.

The evening was just beginning, we took a table, took dzhintoniku and began to consider the guys. They chatted about something, thought out what would happen next. Gradually plucked a full house of the people. Then he came up alone, asked to sit down, like there were no places and what was waiting for a friend, ordered a martini, then a bottle of champagne. We sat talking, he told some jokes and wrote sms all the time.

After a while, I was ready to go with him anywhere. Or champagne, it's to blame, or I just wanted to. We went with a friend to the toilet, talk and she told me that the peasants are suitable. That she saw his wallet, there is a pack of money. And the fact that he is married is also good. We decided to wait for his boyfriend. And if it does not come, then I will go alone. So it happened, I went with him knowing in advance that nothing of what he said was true. But I could not imagine that this story would be like that for me. Like we went to dinner and talk in a relaxed atmosphere, then we somehow ended up in the store and bought sweets and champagne again, then kissed and he would undress me at the entrance. He was so gentle, so affectionate, that when I realized that I was squatting half-naked and he was reclining on the couch offering me his type of sucking, I could not resist. I gently put his cock in my mouth and began to move my head as in porn.

I was very afraid that I was sick for the first time and therefore I tried to be as careful as possible. And suddenly everything seemed to explode around. Suddenly a light came on, I turned around and saw that there was some girl standing in the room with a terrible expression on her face and yelling at me. From fear, my head just stuck.I could not do anything, she stood in front of me, grabbed my hair and poked my face into my crotch, loudly ordering a lick. As I was scared, I just could not think of anything. Began to lick. Inside ...