Dear reader, I want to share my story. It is partly real, and partly a figment of my imagination. So to say, a modified reality, a compilation on the subject. First things first.

Not so long ago, I stopped having sex with one of my good acquaintances for the simple reason that she decided to get married after she moved to another city. Our relationship with her lasted about six months. Relations were one-sided, but very pleasant for me. Many men would like such a girlfriend. We stupidly just fucked her. I am free, she was free at that time. On free days off, we locked ourselves with her or with me and, at times, didn’t get out of bed for a whole day, I speak figuratively, since it was not just the bed. Binge, sex and rock and roll (just kidding, there was no music). This is probably my first and only girl at the moment, which I did not fuck, but she fucked me, in some places very tough. Do not misunderstand me, she fucked me naturally in the classical sense, and not what you just thought. Just loved to dominate, to command, that everything was according to her. I liked this state of affairs and everything suited me. Sasha was insatiable until I was exhausted by death, and I did not lag behind. It strained, sometimes I was even sorry for my exhausted friend, and my mouth and tongue ached from numerous and long kuni, but I kept the mark and pleased the depraved whims of my girlfriend.

I think it's best to describe Sasha. Nice and attractive girl of 36 years old. Never been married and did not give birth. Height of about 170 centimeters. She was a little plump, maybe about 85–90 kilograms, but there was one “but”. Her figure was the ideal of a feminine form: it was all in front of her and chest, which is important in size 4, maybe a little more, thin waist (against the background of general forms), excellent, big ass, slightly plump, but straight legs, small tummy. In short, everything was with her and it was for that to grab her. Boobs deserve special attention. How I loved them. Of course, we live in the real world and the fourth-size natural tits of a 36-year-old woman could not be standing, by definition, but I really liked to play with them. Indescribable joy for a muzchinki is to squeeze big fleshy tits when one of them doesn’t fit in your two hands, kneading them, kissing and sucking, and finally fucking it between them and getting not only physical but also aesthetic pleasure. As they say, boobs rule!

And so, we “communicated” with her for about six months. She communicated in this regard not only with me. Oath of allegiance to each other, we did not give. In the process of not long breaks between sex sets, we have a tradition to tell each other about adventures on the side, what, how, with whom, in what poses. It only provoked and gave new impetus to the intercourse of aka evil animals.

After a week-long departure, my female shared a story that happened and how she deprived a young man of virginity. She told all in the smallest details and in all colors. I was very imbued with narration and in my heart I wanted to be in the place of that virgin victim, but my time was long gone. How did I torn her hard after the story ...

So I decided on this compilation: to tell Sasha's story in chronological order, but on behalf of that guy, let's call him Misha, with his vision of the process, his thoughts. So to say, the real story is the dream of a virgin guy-drocher. Go.

My name is Misha, I live in a provincial city, though in the south of our vast country. As I learn, in my spare time I help my father and mother at our small recreation center, which is located on the bank of the river. So to say, getting ready and learning from experience.In my eleven years, I, like many of my other peers, was interested in the issue of close relationships with girls, but I did not succeed in knowing love and affection. I think I was too constrained, shy and ... and I was a brake, in short. However, everything happened swiftly and rather unexpectedly.

There were regular New Year holidays. I have holidays, adults have 10 days off. For these holidays, after January 3, Olga's cousin Olga, together with her best friend Sasha, who lived very remotely in the Siberian city, came to visit us very unexpectedly.

On the third day of their presence, mother and father were forced to go to a nearby town to attend the funeral of their long-time acquaintance. As a result, I stayed Olga and Sasha. In order to somehow entertain the guests, it was decided to go to our recreation center. The time was not for this the best, frost, snow, wind, but in a warm cozy house with a sauna, a tub, replacing the pool, several rooms to stay, was much better than sitting in the city. I was identified as a senior and as a host I was supposed to provide guests with leisure and food.

On the appointed day and hour with all the belongings: a supply of food and alcohol for the young ladies, we took a taxi to the place of deployment.

I will not go into details of what happened next, everything is more or less trivial, kebabs, salads, the girls were not too shy of my presence and leaned on alcohol.

I was pleased that I alone was able to organize everything at the proper level, take the girls to the place, set the table, fry kebabs, take care of them during our little feast. It especially flattered me that my guest girls, although older than me. I was constantly thanked, praised, Olga could kindly attach or lay her head on her shoulder, Sasha even smacked her cheek in gratitude for fried, as she put it the "most delicious meat". For me at that time, and such signs of attention from the girls were too bad.

Olga always had a kindly, motherly attitude towards me. Although I did not see her mother. Thirty-seven years old, slim fit figure and this after two children, elastic ass, boobs of the second size, short haircut “under the boy” and tender blue eyes. In her eyes, it seems to me, you can watch for hours. I have often stared at her and not as a relative.

Once in the summer on the river, almost all day I had the good fortune to see her in one bathing suit. I stared at her, without ceasing (within the bounds of decency, of course), trying to capture every inch of her body available to my gaze. By evening, she apparently took off her panties from a swimsuit and wore shorts over her naked body. Moreover, several buttons on the fly were not buttoned, and its posture allowed to look into the secret and forbidden depths. No, do not misunderstand me, I did not see anything frank and vulgar, just a piece of body from the waist down to the start of the pubis and a little noticeable, beginning blond hair on it. Believe it was enough that the member was ready to burst from the tension, and the excitement did not allow to think about something else. That evening I finished more than ever, when I relieved my tension in the dry. And then very often, when I droke, I represented “my own” Olga, who was of the same age as my mother. I don’t know if she acted this way then or her slight denial happened by chance, but I was thankful for such a turn of events and such a variety in my solo adventures. Still, no even a variety of porn videos will not replace the female nature.

Something like this, I “had a relationship” with Olga. And here I was with her, without parents. I melted, if I may say so, from her attention, her every touch made my dick erect. I was forced to hide an erection by hook or by crook so as not to find myself in a ridiculous situation.

Now, as for Sasha. The reader is already aware of how this beast looks. That day she wore jeans and a sweater with a serious neckline.And given the size of her breasts, no, not so, the size of her boobs, which are practically pulled out of her bra, it caused a fascinating sight. I repeat the phrase of clever and experienced people: “They rule the boobs !!!”. Several times I caught myself thinking that I was staring at them. Sasha noticed this too. A couple of times ...