I find pleasant, buttock strain. So I learned podmahivat. Counter rams blew us up. Vagina crumpled, a member throbbed.

I see that there is no condom on the penis. I panic, but not for long. Sasha grabs the tip of the phalanxes of the ring of London and pulls me out. Another micro micro orgasm. I laugh at Sasha’s disgusting gaze. The product lies on the floor in the corner. We lie, we confess feelings, we speak the truth.

- We will swim? Or even have sex? - I ask lover.

- Bathe, fuck. Fuck and still swim.

In the steam hot, smells like a broom. Having doused, I attract the boy to me. I demand a kiss, hands measure the skin on the penis. Curiosity podkashivaet my legs - I sit down in front of the penis on his knees. I am covering my palm with the trunk at the root, my other palm over the first one, I intercept it over the second one. The trunk remains for three fingers. (At home I measure - a penis sixteen centimeters long). Fingers touch the fullness of the veins, twists the head. The first touch of the head tongue. The first fellatio. Incompetent, as it is now, but a simple game, but this was the first lesson of my skill. A member suddenly twitches again. A sperm charge flies at me, I tidy up my face, but I continue to hold my penis.

Sasha does not remain in debt. He asks me to lie down on the shelf, dropping me to the genitals and bringing me up to micro-orgasm. He says he wants to piss. That's when I did it for the first time. Today is the second time. I liked it, and you ...? I love you too, Boris.

We go with Sasha in the waiting room, weaving about everything, his hand caresses my chest, my penis. Excited. I ask him to put a mirror at the headboard. I see myself in it, winding a condom, sitting on a pole. Lips depravedly apart, cutting the top of the penis. He is hiding in me, only the base and sparse pubic hair are visible. The theory of such a pose, learned from a porn film was useful. Jump, crawl on the penis, the guy's orgasm coincided with my euphoria. The second latex product went to the first. Rinse, battered. The third condom lay on the floor, after the pose I was on all fours, looking through the mirror into Sasha's blue eyes ...

There were screams in the courtyard. Sashkin's grandmother enters the dressing room. Next, my mom ... Sits on the bench. Looks at Sasha, who managed to pull the pants. A bunch of gondons.

- It is already dark outside ... I was worried. - Our mother worked as a dispatcher at the marshalling yard, she says a lot for a shift, and then saved words. Sometimes she would say: “Yana's rag is already dry!” - this means I need to clean my room. Dad with Sasha was more difficult, they are pioneers in the concept of my mother's phrases. They taught me to understand my mother from the first time.

- Do not scold her, I called her. I'm getting married to her.

Mom smiles at something, says: “Will you go naked or will you dress?” Weave for her. She says: “Twenty-five years. Day to day. The same bath. But the son is more courageous and more gallant! ” I understand - a quarter of a century ago, she was also caught in a bath with her father Sasha. We take away from her age twenty-five years, it turns out that mom, too, lost her virginity at fifteen. Two more days we were in the village, two more evenings Sasha, like a true dog, sniffed the bitch.

She returned to Orenburg, cried on the shoulder of her mistress, for which she was not only kissed on the lips. That autumn, Andrei was taken to the army, and his father was transferred here. Here I fell in love with a guy from our yard. Sex almost every day ... I changed, the negative character of my story. Institute ... You ... Oh-oh! Yes, there is not only you! AND HE! Boyfriend again wants a girlfriend.

- And let's go to the closet, there is a mirror ... Yes, we will look each other in the eye, enjoy sex.

- Dasha probably there comes off ... Perhaps in the same position ... Oh! What are you doing there? Dryn put in ...? Ah-ah, this is you my stories are excited. Caress my breasts ... And pat your back ... Ah ... Stop! Go to the anus.

- You ... are you ... sure? It will hurt.

- I want to experience defloration, look through the mirror in your, your eyes. Lie down. I'll get ready.

***

Yana sometimes smoked. So nothing serious, just went with colleagues to the smoking room, asked for a lady's cigarette. Enjoying the aromas of incense, listened to the conversations of girlfriends. One of them was crying that her husband conquered her on the anal act, but even that did not deter him from hiking ... Left. Another said that even anal will not keep a man, if not prepared for the act properly. Like, it is necessary to crawl, carefully rinse the secretions from the coccyx, since the stench from the tail rudiment repels the copulation.

“Maybe some nerves remain in the anus. I will try once ... Boris should like it. But why wouldn’t you like it? ”- I thought a woman doing the procedures in the bathroom.

***

- Bucephalus, waited? - Yana put her face to her husband's groin. - Now they will let you into a new stall ...

The woman stroked the trunk, caressed him with hot breath. Applied a layer of lubricant. She had already prepared the anus - she smeared two fingers, climbed first with one, pushed along the circumference, then inserted the second, made several frictions, thereby relaxing the sphincter.

She got on all fours in front of the mirror. Seen in him, Boris, looking at the brown rim of the ring. Felt the head of the penis pushed into an obstacle. Boris glanced in her eyes, nodded, asking permission to enter, received a nod in return. She felt the head go through the sphincter, its crown straightened inside. Another look into his wife's eyes. Yana filed a pelvis towards Boris, having planted an anus on firmness. Sent a permission sign to her husband.

Yana felt the penis, its effect on the intestinal wall, carefully stifled, emit moisture from the eyes. Fully surrendered to the process, no longer trying to please Boris, wanting to experience the pelvic spasm, breathing paralysis, or something like an orgasm. The crash of blows about her reddened ass, moan from a dry throat, could clearly be heard by Dasha, if she did not leave today to Sergei.

Boris's testicles and prostate are twice devastated today, they diligently prepared another portion of ejaculate. The man began to sweat, he wanted to soak his throat, but a great desire was to satisfy Yanochka. He looked in the mirror - his wife stood, head down. The man added points of impact - the nipples were gripped by tenacious fingers, squeezing to pain, as if awakening a sleeping beauty. The head of the wife nodded slightly, saying toli to him, toli to herself: “Come on, come on, just a little more ... Here, here ...! Yes... ! Yes ...! ”Yana sank down on her elbows, she bent her penis harder. Prolonging the act, Boris distracted his mind, thinking about a trifle.

The woman knelt, turned her face to her spouse. He immediately pulled the redness of the mouth. Ring of hands squeezed the body of his wife on her breasts, ivy them in pancakes. Control lost over the penis released the valve on the testicles. Penis shot, Yana arched her lower back taking the power of ejaculation.

Spasm, paralysis was not. But the greatest pleasure caused to the spouse broke in her new wave of delight.

So they continued to stand for quite a long time, until the sphincter pushed out the penis, until the mucus poured from the open intestine.

No longer easy, Boris raised his wife in his arms, carried him to the bathroom. Put in the booth, set up water from the watering can. Watering first on the pelvic region, washed the genitals of his wife. Then he climbed into her booth, began to wash the whole body. It took the heat of the water of his palms. Boris knelt down, swept his wife's basin in his hands, pressed his cheek to his stomach. The energy of tenderness to his beloved was transferred to the scars, asking for nerves to recover.

- Let me wash you too, my husband ... Bucephalus, did you like it in the new stall ...? I also liked it, I will let you in more often ...

- Yana, my wife! Forgive me! I'll measure to you ... - Fingers slammed the cage door without releasing the sparrow.

- Tc-ss. There was nothing!!! You dreamed! - He cursed himself, for haste, for the useless confession at that moment. - This water whispered to you fantasies, and inventions are not punished. Hear ...? Now she whispers that you love only me, that you do not see other women. Do you hear ...? Now she washes away her illusions. Good water just joked, it will no longer confuse you with forbidden tales. I repeat the trickles - I love you, Boris, my beloved spouse.

- Under the streams of the source of life on earth, I swear not to listen to the tales of raindrops, in the whisper of winter blizzards. I swear - I LOVE YOU, JANA !!!

- Let's go to the kitchen ... I want to eat, my intestines are empty, I have spent so much energy.

***

Morning.

- Serge, let's not now ... Something hurts there.

- How long ago... ? What do you tolerate? Today you will not go to school. Let's go to a private clinic to the gynecologist!

Gynecological chair. Frightening girls when you first visit a female doctor's name. (Distract you. I associated it with an electric chair). Plastic mirror, taken out of a special cabinet that warms up to human temperature. For the first time, a foreign object was inserted into the girl's vagina. Opened it there, hurt. It’s good that the doctor is a woman - Dasha could not be so naked before a stranger’s man. Another help is the ugly face of a woman. Dasha believes that beauty doctors should also be embarrassed. The doctor through the mirror looks into the vagina, takes samples of smears from the walls. Another object opens the cervix, takes a smear and from there. It all hurts, ashamed. Well at least for long. Dasha quickly pulls linen, clothes, sits down to the table.

A woman fills her card, asks questions:

- How old are you full years?

- Sixteen.

- What time did defloration happen?