1. The triumph of Part 1
  2. The triumph of Part 2
  3. The triumph of Part 3

Anya continued: - Parents were told that I would stay in the san block for the night. It was a separate building where the Explorer was also sleeping. In the evening he looked to me, I think that out of politeness. We exchanged a couple of phrases, he turned around to leave, I could not say anything better, like:

- Stay! I have not had men for a long time ...

From my mouth it flew like a cry from the heart. He turned to me.

- And you had a lot of them?

“A lot,” I lied.

He came up. Sat down I looked at him a bit startled. With one hand he lifted my head off the pillow and dug into my lips, thrust the other hand into the panties. I squeezed my legs ...

- Girl, if you can not lie, then do not fight. You do not even really know how to respond to caress ..

I cried. I wanted him now. Immediately. He lifted my chin and said:

- Why me and why now?

I realized that I need to say everything that I think about him, about my desires and I blurted out everything. He did not take his eyes off me. I did not take my own. I talked about my desire and readiness to become a woman. His look changed:

- You 17. Parents on the base. I..

- I am ready to answer for my actions. I decided.

He resolutely covered my mouth with his palm. You have 10 minutes to think it over again, I'll be back in that time. He left resolutely, but I thought it over for a long time. It will be today.

He is back. His voice has changed, he has become less commanding, less formal, less cold. He undressed himself and looked at me. I stood admiring his body. It was sporty.

My eyes fell below. Oh, such a huge rod. Is he all, all fit in me? The conductor watched my gaze. His dick became more and more. I held out my hands.

- Take it gently, like a bunch of grapes. Here is the foreskin, he showed me a part of his penis. Wrap his lips on the bottom.

His cock swelled in my mouth, I quietly sucked the trunk, supporting the scrotum. When the dick started to throb, Explorer carefully pulled it out. I began to lick him again from the foreskin, moving to the bridle. The head was covered with thin delicate skin, I drove the tongue again and again. While the head of the penis is not red.

The conductor pushed me away. Moonlight made its way through the blinds of the san block. He fell on us, making our figures more mystical and unreal.

The conductor came up to me from the back. He hugged me around the waist and began to use his tongue to drive on the back of my neck. His hands, which I saw in the moonlight, began to study my body. They studied the neck, then went down to their shoulders. To the chest. Each of my nipple was covered palm, gently touched his fingers, as if the guitar sorted strings. My nipples began to harden, grow and darken.

I heard my moans. The conductor turned me towards him. His tongue described some sort of pictogram on my chest, went down below, below, below. My legs were slightly apart so that he could have access to his finger. When he reached my point G, I almost fell into a blissful languor. I swayed, he caught me. And carried on the bed.

My head, cheeks flamed. My body curved arc. My moans did not cease. The guide raised my ass and began to tongue caress my labia. He plunged his tongue over and over again. Led them along. His tongue seemed to be a butterfly collecting nectar.

Then he put a pillow under my ass. And he began to enter first with a finger, then a member of my pussy. Slowly I got used to new sensations. Then she closed my mouth with her kiss and abruptly entered. In the first moments my tear rolled out of my eyes, fell ill in the lower abdomen. I wanted to push him away and pick up his legs to the stomach. But he held tight

- A little patience.

His movement was lulling, smooth. But then he growled and began to attack me again, hammering my pussy. At the same time he supported me. I felt something warm filling me inside to the brim. In his hands, I felt protected, not wounded.
Suppose the abdomen ache a little, but I pressed myself to feel happy. I fell asleep. To be continued.

Anya continued: - Parents were told that I would stay in the san block for the night. It was a separate building where the Explorer was also sleeping. In the evening he looked to me, I think that out of politeness. We exchanged a couple of phrases, he turned around to leave, I could not say anything better, like:

- Stay! I have not had men for a long time ...

From my mouth it flew like a cry from the heart. He turned to me.

- And you had a lot of them?

“A lot,” I lied.

He came up. Sat down I looked at him a bit startled. With one hand he lifted my head off the pillow and dug into my lips, thrust the other hand into the panties. I squeezed my legs ...

- Girl, if you can not lie, then do not fight. You do not even really know how to respond to caress ..

I cried. I wanted him now. Immediately. He lifted my chin and said:

- Why me and why now?

I realized that I need to say everything that I think about him, about my desires and I blurted out everything. He did not take his eyes off me. I did not take my own. I talked about my desire and readiness to become a woman. His look changed:

- You 17. Parents on the base. I..

- I am ready to answer for my actions. I decided.

He resolutely covered my mouth with his palm. You have 10 minutes to think it over again, I'll be back in that time. He left resolutely, but I thought it over for a long time. It will be today.

He is back. His voice has changed, he has become less commanding, less formal, less cold. He undressed himself and looked at me. I stood admiring his body. It was sporty.

My eyes fell below. Oh, such a huge rod. Is he all, all fit in me? The conductor watched my gaze. His dick became more and more. I held out my hands.

- Take it gently, like a bunch of grapes. Here is the foreskin, he showed me a part of his penis. Wrap his lips on the bottom.

His cock swelled in my mouth, I quietly sucked the trunk, supporting the scrotum. When the dick started to throb, Explorer carefully pulled it out. I began to lick him again from the foreskin, moving to the bridle. The head was covered with thin delicate skin, I drove the tongue again and again. While the head of the penis is not red.

The conductor pushed me away. Moonlight made its way through the blinds of the san block. He fell on us, making our figures more mystical and unreal.

The conductor came up to me from the back. He hugged me around the waist and began to use his tongue to drive on the back of my neck. His hands, which I saw in the moonlight, began to study my body. They studied the neck, then went down to their shoulders. To the chest. Each of my nipple was covered palm, gently touched his fingers, as if the guitar sorted strings. My nipples began to harden, grow and darken.

I heard my moans. The conductor turned me towards him. His tongue described some sort of pictogram on my chest, went down below, below, below. My legs were slightly apart so that he could have access to his finger. When he reached my point G, I almost fell into a blissful languor. (Especially for eroticspace.infosexitails.org) I swayed, he caught me. And carried on the bed.

My head, cheeks flamed. My body curved arc. My moans did not cease. The guide raised my ass and began to tongue caress my labia. He plunged his tongue over and over again. Led them along. His tongue seemed to be a butterfly collecting nectar.

Then he put a pillow under my ass. And he began to enter first with a finger, then a member of my pussy. Slowly I got used to new sensations. Then she closed my mouth with her kiss and abruptly entered. In the first moments my tear rolled out of my eyes, fell ill in the lower abdomen. I wanted to push him away and pick up his legs to the stomach. But he held tight

- A little patience.

His movement was lulling, smooth. But then he growled and began to attack me again, hammering my pussy. At the same time he supported me. I felt something warm filling me inside to the brim. In his hands, I felt protected, not wounded.
Suppose the abdomen ache a little, but I pressed myself to feel happy.I fell asleep.

4 comments
  • Aelita (a guest)
    September 14, 2013 15:28

    On the literary work does not pull, as the story of a friend about his impressions will come down. Written in good literary language. Easy to read.

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  • Regina (a guest)
    September 14, 2013 15:47

    Aelita, thanks for the comment. I just wrote like a friend's story. This is one of the parts.

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  • Jd (a guest)
    September 15, 2013 1:41

    There is not enough lightness in the story. Sometimes, reading, I catch myself thinking - like an article in the Komsomol (IMHO).

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  • Regina (a guest)
    September 15, 2013 9:05

    JD, thanks for the comment. Thank you for at least sometimes catching yourself with thoughts and not comparing them with the “truth” newspaper)))) ))) I think that people older than 18 years old, by whom the given story is intended, understand the terms, both the anatomical and literary methods used here)

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