“No,” I said. - No, do not be afraid. I'm just sectioning you to get a massage. Do not you remember?

- Massage? No, I do not remember ... - Nastya did not break out of my arms, but was tense. In the dark, she apparently tried to straighten her hair ... and screamed again: Ah! ... What about my hair? ..

“You shaved well,” I said as gently and carelessly as possible. - And I did the right thing, by the way. You are one of those rare women to whom this goes ...

“She shaved ...” repeated Nastya with horror. - How? ... How can I turn on the light?

- Now turn on ... Hook it up! - and I, gently removing Nastya, rose and felt the switch.

Seminude bald Nastya was fragile, touching and stunned; she stared at me, half open her mouth, then looked down, gasped, covered her breasts with her hands ...

- I'm sorry that I divide you. You didn't have a bra, but I needed your back. For massage. Soothing. And - you see how he acted well: he reassured us both. Until one in the morning ... - I smiled; She also smiled, without removing her hands from her breasts. “Here is the mirror,” I said, “go and see.”

I said this in the hope that she would like herself. She went to the mirror, - and again she gasped, opened her eyes to half a face, opened her mouth ... her hands removed themselves from her breasts ... In the twilight of evening lighting, bald Nastya glowed with a very peculiar tart beauty: identical in volume - two breasts and a bald skull - “overlapped” with each other, reflecting the sparkles of a night-lamp and directly radiated with painful sexuality. Nastya's fragile figure, smoothly flowing into an elegant line of jeans, was beautiful to dizziness; Semi-naked Nastya suddenly felt this — I saw how she had straightened herself, how her breast was raised ... A woman who proudly lifts her bared breast — no man can stand this; I went up to Nastya, put her hands on her shoulders - she did not resist, - he kissed her bald spot and said:

- Well, do you like yourself? With your hair you were also lovely, but now something has appeared in you ... I don’t even know how to say ...

“Something is ... monster,” Nastya laughed, but I saw that she was pleased with her appearance. - You do not know what it is that has found me - so decorate? I was so proud of my hair ...

- I do not know. Does it matter? The main thing that worked out well, - I said, approaching Nastya. In one hand I held a brush, in the other - a jar of mascara, ordinary black mascara for drawing. - And now it will be even more successful ...

- What are you doing? - Nastya dodged, but I kept her: - Easy, - I do not cut, do not be afraid ... Just a little visage ...

Nastya finally gave me a laugh, and I painted her bald head with black ink, drawing on her a boyish parting with a curl. Then I blackened her bright eyebrows and, forcing me to close my eyes, made black shadows around them, gently painted fluffy eyelashes ... and finally, I, smearing the ink on my lips with my finger, dimmed her mouth. It turned out so funny and at the same time sexy that we laughed for a long time and admired Nastya from all angles.

Nastya was completely unrecognizable - she became a cute celluloid doll; her own unrecognizability so impressed her that she could not believe that it was she - and everything looked and looked in the mirror, shuddering with laughter. Her laughter was sweet, childish, ringing ...

Then blackhead Nastya took away the mascara from me and began to take me: drew me a mustache, a beard, freckles ... We had fun, giggled, and I was glad that the stress was over. The painted head of Nastya, her smooth figure, naked breasts drove me crazy. Nastya told me:

- Strange: for the first time in my life I walk with strangers with this very naked ... and nothing - alive! ... I always thought - I would die with shame ...

She was embarrassed to even utter the word "chest." I asked: Am I a stranger? Nastya oyknula; she felt ashamed, she ran to me, impulsively hugged me, threw her arms around her neck:

- Well, you, Misha! ... Well, forgive me, I blurted out foolishly ... You are my best friend, the closest person to me ...

Having said this, she suddenly thought about it, her eyes froze - and I, in order to distract her, said: - Let's go wash our arts.

- Come on, - she smiled. - Where is your bath?

Nastya bent over the side, gorgeously hanging her breasts down - they hung down like inflatable balls - and I gently drove her with a soapy sponge over my bald head, washing off the mascara. From this procedure, Nastya suddenly snored, even groaned, began to twitch all over ... looked at me and said: - Well, well! ..

- What happened?

- Yes, so - new sensations ... Even when you brushed me with a brush here ... Scrolls to the bone. Ahhhhhhh! ... Listen! ... Ahhh ... Probably not! Do you understand? I still ... Aaaaaouou! Oh, what a nightmare! Misha !!! Well what are you doing? ..

But I already realized that touching the bald spot terribly excites Nastya; Immediately an idea occurred to me - and, having washed the skull Nastin as it should, I took a shower, turned it on to the strongest pressure - and sent Nastya straight to her bald spot ...

- Ahhhhhh! - Nastya wheezed, trying to escape from the hard jets sticking into her skin on the head, - but I did not let her in, clasping her breasts and nipples, as it were, - and half-naked Nastya howled and curled in my hands.

When I turned off the water, Nastya was mine. I realized this when she looked at me through tears, breathing hard, like after torture; she was limp, weak-willed, startled, and I drew her to me.

I did not understand what I was doing; I could no longer tolerate. This bald freak, pink like a pig, drove me crazy. I pressed Nastya with my back to me, crumpling both her breasts with my hands, beating them like coveted feather-beds, and kissed her head, gradually strengthening the caress. I licked her bald head, like ice cream, with a flat tongue, licking ears and nape along the way - and she gasped, howled, and whispered:

- Misha, what are you ... what are you doing? ... so it is impossible ... aaaaaaaaaa! ... Aaaaooooouou!

She lost her head; her breasts heaved under my hands, my nipples hardened, my thighs had long rubbed against me like a tender cat ... Holding her nipple and continuing to lick my bald head, I began to unbutton her jeans with my other hand.

When we both stayed naked - I turned her around and squeezed tightly, pressing a member into her belly; Nastya herself pressed herself against me with her whole body, spreading herself like butter on me and whispered: “Misha, I can't, I can't ... I can't, Misha ...” and rubbed me even tighter, causing me to lose my memory . I clung to her lips ...

Finally! I kiss with Nastya! ... our lips, tongues merge, flock into a single enveloping lump ... Suddenly, I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to bed.

She moaned and squirmed in my arms; against my face was her slit, pink, neatly shaved - I kissed her there several times and, although I only touched the pubis, without penetrating the heart, - Nastya arched from these kisses, as if from a current, and I almost dropped her. Sticky streams streamed down her legs, which I spread with my hand like jam or honey.

I put her in bed and whispered, shaking with excitement:

- Nastya! I'll mouth you first, okay? And then I myself can not stand, if at once ... - and, even though I was mortally wanting to pierce her ... Read more →