Do you think Tatiana was against such a game? Did not guess. A few more times we honed my skills. And these games reminded her of her pleura. Yielding to my persistent requests to talk about her first man, she narrated:

- An officer from the battalion of the GMZ, began to enter the library more often than before. He took all sorts of rubbish. I did not even know what, in fact, he was interested. It turned out to be me. Candy, a bunch of wildflowers. Well, so what. I love tokens. Visits began to drag on for an hour or two. The usual flirtation has grown into a passion. On Saturday, on my service UAZ, I was taken to a steppe strewn with a blooming feather grass.

Poetic waving his hands, he read the poems of Yesenin about nature. The steppe breeze, waves of the grass grass in the endless steppe, which created the impression of the sea depth, frayed the hem of my dress, carrying my laughter to the gophers standing by the column. Those were hiding in the hole. After the kiss, I felt a little column resting on my thigh. He brazenly poked, demanding to miss it in the hole. The stream, escaping from the mink, knocked my feet. The gopher owner steadily entered me, tearing the vagina's canopy.

Four drops of blood adorned the lining of his tunic, which he kindly spread under my ass, saving him from penetrating the feather grass. I shed a little more tears about lost virginity. Semyon himself was amazed at my integrity, considering a liberated creature a woman. Then a few more times he took me to the steppe, where I could groan and laugh at scabrous jokes.

Naked, we ran through the waves of feather grass, imagining ourselves on an uninhabited island. My breasts shook from side to side. The wind dried our sweaty bodies. It was hilarious to look at Semen's penis, which in an erect state was dangling while running, like a pine tree in the steppe tottering from a strong wind. Sorry for him. Member I mean. Semyon caught me, kissed me and, holding me up, put me on a stake. The penis was cold, the vagina was hot. In the "dangerous" days, Semyon saluted high. If at that moment I was in adequate condition, then the little girl clapped her hands and laughed happily.

Mom said, do not fall in love with the military. The seeds were transferred to another city with even greater secrecy. Letters began to come less and less. Like drops of ending rain.

- Not an exciting story. Yes? Look, your gopher does not want to hide in my hole. Two more men hid between my legs. One of them you, sweetie. And salty ... in some places. Oh you! Who appeared here? Yes, this is not a gopher, this is a woodchuck ..., ah. Oh, my bunny ... what are you ... stupid with me ... are you doing?

Vacations flew with terrifying speed. Then we agreed to have sex a few more times. By agreement, at meetings, behaved as befits relatives. No one suspected our connection.

Spring holidays also flew in sexual joys. Already as experienced lovers, knowing the subtleties of the sexual orientation of a partner, they comforted each other.

In the summer, my father was transferred to another city. Agreed on correspondence. We organized a love farewell coitus in the library. Having hung a note on the door - “Sanitation”, they locked themselves behind the shelves, which completely concealed the view from the windows, so that nobody would accidentally notice us.

There are no beds in the library, but there are plenty of tables. We had one and enough. Studying the Kama Sutra helped us to achieve the greatest pleasure from the final sex. Saying goodbye to her, shed many tears.

Twenty years later, I went to Zinaida’s funeral. Tatiana still worked as a librarian. The years have changed it not only in appearance. The character was very different from the image of a cheerful and sensible woman captured in my memory. She became hysterical. At the funeral near Tatiana stood a young man and woman. A woman was holding a one year old child.After the funeral, when Tatyana and I were left alone, she said that I was already a grandfather.

- My seed is the fourteenth year, my daughter is even smaller. It's too early for me to grandfather.

- After a farewell intercourse with you, I became pregnant. I still took a delay from a week, but when ten days had passed, I got worried. Urgently had to get married. There was one candidate - Vasya. He does not know anything. Yes, apparently he is flawed, how many did not try to get pregnant from him - does not work. So you are a grandfather. Can you bother me with another baby ...? Well, think.

Cried, that Vasily, was jealous of her. Considered not permissive unions. Tatyana had no more lovers. She was faithful, but her husband was stubbornly jealous.

I will continue. Adaptation in another city went well. On me, as on a large young man, the medica from the military unit, where we were undergoing medical examination, was sunk. Bitch insatiable. A month later, summoned to her under the guise of a new survey. Began to take measurements, pressure, pulse, ECG. Forced to undress to the pants, measured the coverage of the chest, hips. As if in the studio when ordering a suit. And she herself throws all her views on cowards.

“Are the testicles all right, both omitted?” Let the panties down, I have to check. You will soon be in the army.

Apparently she often had to check the testicles, the hand immediately felt for them. Gently rubbing them, took the penis in hand, pulled the skin on it. Bared a head. Then she clamped her penis at the base. Blood flows into it, but it cannot flow out - the veins are transferred. A few seconds and he is ready.

- Did you have contact with women? - after my "ug", undid the buttons on her robe. Pretty bra kept the volume of big breasts. - Take me here. On the couch.

Quickly undressed. I lay on my back, faldus staring at the heavens. Abstinence affected the quality and duration of the act. The moisture released from the medic's vulva is more abundant in comparison with Tatiana's juices, it wetted my pubis, Shaking off the feathers, the medic prescribed physiotherapy for something there. Procedures began from the next day. As you guess, the “treatment” consisted of massaging her vagina. One day, I ran into a soldier who apparently was also “treated.” According to rumors, she spent time with all the patients she liked. I don’t know how she has awarded me anything. I didn't even know her name. I remembered Tatiana. In dreams a lot with her ... talked, begged to be my wife. In the morning I woke up with sperm stains on my underpants.

I had the longest connection with the third woman. Already in the capital, at the institute, I met a girl who, with her eyes, lured me to her. Her cheerful laugh sounded in my head all the time while we were apart. With her, I forgot about my beloved Tanya.

Pioneer education did not allow me to throw her on the bed at the first convenient moment. I kissed her for the first time only after a month of dating. And love ripened in my heart. I could not tolerate separation, for the night, for an hour. Study went with difficulty.

Our common interests in literature and painting came to light. Mila (as she introduced herself at the first meeting) was writing poetry. Naturally romantic. I liked everything about her: sincere mood every day, a figure, an oval face with pink cheeks.

Once I went to her to go to the cinema, or else where, I do not remember exactly. She and her friends rented a room with granny. My friends opened the door for me and sped off giggling hysterically. Mila stood at the window and waved to them. The bright sun illuminated her. The contours of the body clearly loomed through the clothes. At first, it seemed to me that she was standing naked, inviting me to intercourse.

I walked up, put my palms on her shoulders. Body pressed to her. Uncontrolled remaining organ, reared. Mila felt his ass, which apparently also ignored. Ass tight pressed against me. Telepathically communicating, we could not hold back desires.

I had to undress myself and undress her. She asked for it herself, because passion bound her body. I tenderly fulfilled her request. Embarrassed, she covered her nakedness with her hands. Taking her in his arms like a fluff, carried her to the bed. More experienced in sex joys, ... Read more →