(In the story a lot of profanity. I honestly warned. - approx. Aut.)

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There is nothing more touching in the world than the nipples of a young girl, if you undress them and kiss for the first time in a girl's life (and age does not matter here). They are not just gentle, and defenseless, and sensual. They are a promise, and don't care if it is fulfilled or not. This promise is always more than any fulfillment: a woman can die in an orgasm, but in her nipples, opened for the first time, there is this death, and paradise after her, and approaching agony, and even greater anguish of foreboding, when everything is for the first time. And innocence in them, too, is, and chastity, and trust, which is higher than lust. Such a girl is always at the same time a hetera, and a sister, and a daughter. Its initiation is always forbidden, no matter where the mind is hidden from it.

Pussy is another thing. This is the last frontier before the great ritual, the last “or maybe it will be all right?” Followed by the point of no return. When she lets the butter under your tongue, you need to feel the girls horror, to let the chill through her thighs, on which there is nothing, nothing at all - and then you will taste this butter, bitter with shame. It is better that she was with hairs, and you shave her. This is part of the ritual. The girl's hairy is embarrassing, indecent, she is really screaming, gaping in the air, and this cry can knock all her thoughts and even her breath out of the girl. The girl turns into one big mohnatka, sticky with shame and promise.

But the nipples ... This is probably the most precious moment - when the girl is half dressed, she has jeans or a skirt (and bare feet) - and there is nothing from the belt. The back is a nipple promise. She does not have a strip of bra, she is naked and flexible, like a lust, which is still deep inside, but she is about to realize that the exit is open. You can and should caress the back separately, knead and sculpt her like a wax statue, wrap her in her hair and pacify with the girl when they tickle her all at once. And the nipples in the beginning is also better to hide in the hair and get them - first with the lips, like a calf, and only then cajole, stick around with moisture, suck and torture to purple - so that the girl dries to her back and gasps for air. The girl needs to be fucked while the main thing is still hidden, and it is yours half - and let this half wriggle so that the clothes from the other half fly like a discarded skin.

And then ... But no: it's too early. The golden principle of the first time - "first orgasm, then sex." The girl should feel to the very bottom of her spasmodic uterus, that without a dick, rested in this bottom, she cannot live. She must turn into a desperate body, wanting something unknown. (The girl doesn’t know yet how it happens when she fucks. In fact, she’s a real living dick who pierced her own girl’s pussy.) , and the hips will immediately dance it on him, even though she has no idea how it goes with her ...

Then the girl realizes that she is no longer a girl. She needs help with this: tell her that you fuck her fucking in her very depths, tell her terrible, murderous words so that she would die of horror and sweetness. Well, if she can see how your dick dives into her and pops out, covered in blood; well, if she tries this blood - disgusting and tasteless, but necessary, because the first time is heaven in half with hell ...

And when the girl finishes a second time (don't expect it to happen by itself - help her with her finger, jerk her clitoris, smack her petals) - then her nipples will not be a promise, but a memory. They may not die down for a long time and demand flour, but this is already phantom pain, because death and resurrection are behind. With you there will be no longer a girl, but a woman - a beautiful and powerful creature, ready to give you love and waiting for love from you - but the sacred moment of promise will never happen again ...

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Vasily Petrovich did all this only with Marinka, his neighbor in the compartment.

A strange night rushed through the window, the train sang and danced on the move, and the stunned Marinka lay naked like Eve (after the ritual the shame disappears, and this is a little sad) and looked at the ceiling, now at the window, then at Vasily Petrovich. She knew nothing about him, except that he was middle-aged and ugly, that it was interesting to talk to him, that he promised her mother to look after her, and ...

She did not know how it happened. It seems that no one has done anything like this (and she didn’t even think about it, she’s really, really, not at all). Simply...

“Don't get dressed,” Vasily Petrovich asked. - I'll close the door, and do not get dressed. Do you want to teach kissing?

Marinka did not know whether she wanted to or not, but her lips were already kissing Vasily Petrovich's mouth-sweet lips, and the tongue was hiding from his tongue, but there was nowhere to hide, and the naked lovers again remembered that they were naked ...

- Have you had any boys? Kissing?

- Yes...

- Do not undress you?

- Not...

- I know.

- From where?

“I don’t know,” smiled Vasily Petrovich. - Somehow it shows. By nipples. How good are you? Flowers such horn-buds ...

Marinka wanted to cry, and she cried, and Vassily Petrovich did not comfort her, but just caressed her - gently and shamelessly, like her slave. From tenderness the tears flowed thicker and sweeter, and the pussy did not lag behind, and soon wet Marinka sobbed from the pokes of a purple huya to her middle.

- Now I will not, do not worry, - whispered Vasily Petrovich. - Let him rest ... We are so, without extreme. Suck on?

And Marinka sucked purple sausage, choking with tears. Her head went back and forth, catching the rhythm, and in the same rhythm the hips swayed, stuck into the sheet.

Vasily Petrovich pulled out when she was screaming and spattered the floor.

- Iehhhh ... grrr! I did not want you. It's still early ... Spread legs - I will torment.

He sat her down on two pillows, got on her knees - right at his end (but it was already a shit), spread her knees with a compass - and took hold of the fluffy. Marinka closed her eyes ...

It lasted for a long, long time - no one was in a hurry, no one was tired (although their knees hurt on the floor), and it was all night ahead. Twenty minutes passed until Marinka again pounded on the wall of the car, and Vasily Petrovich milked her with her hands, sucking the clit like a spider. He finished it to the last drop, to the last spasm, to the last “I can't” Marinka was as empty as a newborn. She could not move or think, but could only sleep.

She slept until the morning - naked, tearful (tears flowed in a dream), disheveled, like lakhudra. Vasily Petrovich did not sleep. He admired her, covered her, gently touched his lips, and by morning he had run to the floor again. Marinka pulled out of the mohenak outside, and he could not stand it ...

- Get dressed! - someone whispered to her. - Get dressed! Moscow!

***

- Well, goodbye. Forgive me.

“Until ... bye,” she grumbled.

Burst by inertia - just her lips used to say it when you have to say goodbye - and he was pricked in the very place.

- Maybe ... let's help? Things something ...

- Thank you, I myself.

He watched her move away, grunting a suitcase on wheels (he was always rolling over on his side). And when did the last ten meters remain to the metro ...

- Marinka! Marink! ... - Out of breath, he ran up to her. (Thank you - she stopped and waited.) - Marink! ... And let's live with me? BUT?

- With your wife? - she smiled wryly.

- I have no wife! I ... well, I lied to keep you from falling for me. I alone, alone. And the apartment is big.

Marinka began to cry again.

“What kind of Aquarius are you,” he hugged her and led her back, taking the suitcase. - Come right now on a taxi to me.

- How do you know that I am Aquarius?

- I? Oh ... And I am a fakir. From the word "fuck" - grunted Vasily Petrovich, and Marinka also grunted. - Come to me, and ...

Half an hour later they were with him.

- Let's settle down, - the owner fussed. - Do not pay srach ...