My name is Sergey, now I am already 30 years old, and I want to tell the story of my family life. And to make it clear, you have to start from the very beginning.

For those who are not interested in an excursion into the history of my childhood - feel free to skip this paragraph. So, as a boy, I grew up weak, modest, somewhere even shy. He was not a bully and a bully, did not like to fight and was afraid of pain in general, in general, an ordinary hlyupik-middling. I went to elementary school when an incident happened to me that I remembered. We were visiting some friends, there were several other children there, we were playing some kind of catch-up, or hide-and-seek, and it turned out that I locked myself in the toilet. The house was private, toilet in the yard, such as a toilet. Something we either quarreled, or played, but when they found me, the guys started to hold the door, not letting me go, and I tried to escape, first with a make-believe, then with all my might. And the kids didn't let me do it, letting go of all sorts of children's jokes and insults. In the end, with shouts and noises, we caught the attention of adults, got everyone on the ass, who hit the head, and changed the games to quieter and more hygienic. Then I did not understand my feelings and thoughts, but now I understand that then I felt pleasure, and perhaps even excitement from the fact that I was in a degrading situation.

After that, I began to look for similar sensations. Well, accordingly, humiliating situations found me. Whether I had a look of shaggy, in general, I do not know, but classmates at school did not miss the moment to mock me. Of course, then, bullying was not erotic, but from 11-12 years old, I was very excited at the same time. They simply insulted me, not losing the opportunity to give a pendal or a cuff, then when I dared to resist - they could put me in an urn with my head. And on the second floor we had huge plastic bins. There they could shove me completely. They pushed me to the women's toilet or the locker room at recess, and they did not let me get out. Girls, respectively, squealed and thrashed me how much in vain. Spitting on the back and head, stuck in the hair or planted on a chair gum. In general, a lot of things were made up by my classmates in order to humiliate me. And I dragged from this. When I started to jerk off, I also imagined how they humiliate me, and only from this I finished. Here is such an excursion into childhood, quick and short, so that it was clear where the craving for humiliation originated from. Naturally, classmates stopped to class 9 to insult and humiliate me, but the attitude remained as if they were peers, hugging, kissing, and some already fucking, I was left alone, continuing to masturbate at home in the bathroom.

And after finishing school, I went to college in another city. Here I got the opportunity to start life from scratch, here nobody knew who I really was, nobody considered me a sucker and did not know that I wasn’t kicked or lowered just lazy. On the one hand, I missed the feelings that arose in me when I was humiliated. On the other hand, life was easier. In the group I became friends with several guys, and the moment came when I was invited to my company. There, I caught Irishka’s eyes. We sat, drank beer (then the truth went to the vodka with juice, but it does not matter) in the courtyard on the playground. It turned out a big noisy company, everyone knew each other, one I was still looking at everyone. Someone was alone, someone in pairs. People came, then went somewhere. Someone lingered with us, someone just to shoot a cigarette, skip a glass, or just say hello in general. But I rarely participated in the conversations, all my attention was riveted on a miniature pretty girl in a mini-skirt.(autumn was warm) and stockings (from time to time they looked out from under their skirts, making it clear that there were no tights on it). She was wearing a minimum of makeup, she was joking, often smiled, easily supported any conversation, even on such men's topics as football, boxing, cars.

Oh yes, an important detail in her image - glasses. Small stylish glasses for vision correction - they gave her some sort of coquetry, and even, damn, sexy. A kind of young teacher, from erotic teenage fantasies. In general, I fell in love. Irishka behaved unusually. Other girls were either hugging their boyfriends, pretending that they were interested in a man’s conversation, or they formed their own circle where they discussed their women's affairs. Irina was obviously without a boyfriend (or simply wasn’t here now), she was obviously not going to join the girl’s conversation (and the girls weren’t looking at her obliquely, but they were clearly not very happy about her presence, and without exception) but in the men's team - I felt like a fish in water. Her behavior was somewhat strange. She calmly sat down to any free guy, could lean on him, cling as if they were dating. And after ten minutes - go for a beer with another guy, and return to the embrace already with him. Yes, and the welcome kisses she exchanged with some of the upcoming guys would have done honor to a good half of erotic films. In general, watching Irinka was extremely interesting.

Along the way, I asked a classmate (Igor) about everyone in the company (to disguise interest in the girl), and of course about Ira herself. I found out that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she’s a sociable girl, she’s studying here at some university for a specialist in precious stones. In general, I decided to watch for a few more days and then try to roll. Irina's behavior was strikingly different from the girls I knew. First, she did not shy away from running to the stalls for a beer / vodka / snack with the guys. Well, how to run ... make a company. The rest of the girls, for some reason, always remained on the court. She drank to the article, too, that day vodka with juice, supporting the guys. Although I later learned that she gladly consumes wine and beer.

What else surprised, Irka could run off into the bushes both with the girls and taking some boy as a guard, without feeling any embarrassment. And the guys did not refuse, went behind the house to the garages with Irina. Well, another oddity that didn’t immediately strike the eye: Periodically, under various occasions, the girl disappeared with one of the guys for ten to twenty minutes. Then they went to some Vasya for some kind of disks and disappeared for half an hour. They left for cigarettes and were absent for twenty minutes, although up to the stall it was 3 minutes walking. She called for one of the guys to keep pissing while they were gone for 40 minutes. Sometimes she returned breathless, but always in a good mood.

I drove home in a great mood, and of course, I was again in the same yard the next evening. And again, everyone drank beer, talked, everything repeated. A few times I was already in my company, they recognized me, got used to me, we became friends with the boys and girls, and of course I began to communicate with Irka. From her I was charged with an incredible positive, and all the time I tried to be closer to her. Often now she could lean on me, well, and the kisses that now broke off me instead of greetings - perhaps you could call the most vivid erotic experiences that happened to me at that time. As time went on, I fell in love with this girl more and more, but did not dare to tell her about it. But the rest it seems it was very noticeable. As having noticed the look with which I accompanied the girl, Igor pushed me in the side:

- What? like?

- Yeah. Here I think, can meet offer? What do you think? will not it depart?

- Offer, we'll see.

And Igor smiled strangely.

In general, from conversations, I realized that many of the guys met with Irishka at this company at different times. In principle, they were all from the same area, quite understandable.And in his youth, the blood boils, couples appear and collapse, as it were, not every week. A thought flashed: to ask Igor for advice, but somehow he was ashamed.

And as it is closer to November, it happened, and ...