1. My adventures in the third year. Part 1
  2. My adventures in the third year. Part 2

I accidentally saw this notebook in a pile of old things in the attic. These unnecessary things accumulate gradually in a big pile, and then we gather with the spirit and throw everything away. And then there is the inscription such a modest "Diary". Having opened it, I became witnesses of ordinary and unusual days of my beloved little wife during her studies at the university. Very interesting...

... after receiving the diploma, a year has passed and now we met with my friends from my university group. Well, so sat and recalled funny and sad cases from our student life. But I will not tell anyone about these three cases, I will trust them only to my silent witness - my diary.
The first case almost became sad. I often noticed this white shabby “Lada” near our school building, the debility-looking three guys sitting in it were constantly inviting pretty students to “go for a drive,” but no one went with them. As my friend, Lena, said, “You'd put on eagles a little prettier or more intelligent. I am with such even on one hectare ... “and we were laughing hysterically. But once, apparently inflamed by cheap wine, these “eagles” on their Lada slowly followed me on their way to the student dormitory.

Thinking about the course, I did not pay much attention that my light skirt-pleating rose under the gusts of wind much up and showed my legs and new panties to the back. And suddenly I suddenly realized that I was being dragged into this “Lada” when the car reached me. Smelly hairy paw of one moron roughly squeezed my mouth, and the second freak rudely crushed my chest.

Of course, my chest is quite good, that bastard just let out a drool of pleasure ... But the first moron suddenly started to kiss and I almost vomited out - the stench of cheap Port Wine, garlic and cigarettes - this amber got mad me and I began to fight back from these drunken freaks. With strong fingers of the gymnast I grabbed his little finger and sharply turned it the other way, as my friend Lena taught me. A wild cry and a drunken freak released me. Jumping out of the car, I gladly spat in his face - so I was disgusted. And when he tried to get out of the car to finish with me, I kicked with all my strength into the door, which painfully moved this “eagle” to the ankles.

Issuing new wild cries that the most militant Cherokee Indians would envy and make such “pas” that fans of Scottish combat dancing would hang back from envy. He began to "dance" near the car, under the loud rygotanie two other morons. And my beautiful legs were already carrying me right along the lawns to the dormitory porch.
I never wore this beautiful gray skirt and yellow blouse, as they say - to avoid. Although these morons no longer appeared near our university, apparently choosing other objects for seduction.

The second case was a bit more tragic and at the same time a little funnier. I have already met my boyfriend for a year, we were happy to have sex with him - to relieve stress and reduce spermotoxicosis, as my Alex joked. And so, one fine spring day, my friend Lena and I gathered to spend our scholarship on renovations - we will soon (literally in a week) be 20 years old. We walked purposefully and quickly to the next street - there in the dead end there was often a truck with a large booth, where the elders were quite inexpensively elderly, or the Armenians were selling new clothes.
Lena quickly bought new things for herself, and I tried on new blouses - I just could not choose. And suddenly, the elderly firmly grabbed me and shouted something in their own language.A minute later, a young handsome Caucasian "drew himself" in the booth and loudly chanting: "Wah-wah, what a beauty, what a sweet girl, what a figure ...", suddenly put me on the rug in the corner. Lena, who smoked her “Salem”, did not see anything and quietly stood near the car.

In my mouth, I had a handkerchief of a young guy, an elderly man holding my hands, and a young, very cool tongue caressing my tight hole and pussy, causing goosebumps all over my body, deftly entered me. I jerked, but didn’t you break free from two men, and even soon I was just incredibly pleased - not very fat, but the long member of the young guy unexpectedly delivered me many pleasant moments, and then soon a violent wave of orgasm ran through my body.
I even bent a little in my back, apparently having excited the guy even more, he began to move his hips faster, whispering something in his tongue and now - the second wave of the highest peak of pleasure, even in my eyes darkened a little. But it seems the guy was quite experienced and did not cum in me, which I was especially afraid of.

My favorite guy and I interrupted our intercourse and he finished in a handkerchief, and this one acted differently - his dick began to enter my ass, immediately starting to pour into me. It was not very painful, it seems because of the two orgasms.
Having wiped out his long member with a large head, the young guy ran into the cabin, shoved some things into my bag and handed me a new handkerchief. I just dried off and pulled on my panties, raising my narrow skirt high, as an elderly woman pulled her knee-length pants down, revealing to me her huge fat cock with a gray head the size of my fist and pulled me towards me. “Wow!” I wailed and pushed the old goat hard. Grabbing her bag, she deftly jumped out of the car, hitting her knee on the paving stone a little. And when I turned around, Lena and I began to laugh - the elderly on her knees crawled across the floor of the booth, clinging to their huge member for the floor and yelled softly:

- Wah, girl-jan, why did you run away, why did you spit on me, why did you hit me, go, I will give denga, I have long dreamed of tebe.
Only then did we realize the full horror of this incident, but then it was funny to us. But I had a full package of new things and I shone in updates on my birthday. And the third case was not funny and not tragic. But about him I tell my diary another time ...

It was already dark, in the attic nothing could be seen and I, hiding the diary of my beloved, decided to finish reading it tomorrow.

2 comments
  • March 14, 2017 11:10

    I remain a fan of your creativity.

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  • March 23, 2017 17:56

    Thank you, dear Julia. Very nice.
    And I almost bastard from your stories - so bright and frank!
    Successes to you, creative and vital

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