Why the third, speak? And where is the second part? So and battle, in the story "Eve's Smile"! Replace "Eve" with "Zaya", and you will get a detailed, thorough statement of what happened after Zaya gave me her phone number, having decided after virtual sex for a real date.

Truly, I was impressed by what had happened and captivated by a new girlfriend. The charm of youth and the charm of inexperience is in turn. A certain piquancy in our relationship contributed to her status as an alien bride. In addition, I was glad and proud that I was able to back up with practice what I had previously told her theoretically and tried to illustrate with Wirth: sex can be varied and long; a woman may well end during intima; not to mention Cooney, from whom Zaya was delighted and, very soon, became his zealous fan. All of this she was deprived of having sex with the bridegroom, the likelihood of his learning or prompting from the bride was negligible, and my man's vanity, which is no secret, was fueled by the idea that when sooner or later the status of the bride changed to the status of a wife, I will still be her lover.

Well, the fact that during the first meeting Wirth was not fully realized, there was no blowjob and anal sex, I decided for a while to close my eyes; having decided to myself that the expansion of horizons will somehow happen, and it is not worthwhile to drive, you can only do harm. Some sort of “dream sbych” subsequently occurred, some not, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The second meeting with Zaia was almost a carbon copy with the first. Unless there was a preliminary get-together in a cafe and the closure of traffic on the avenue for the sake of important cones, she took a taxi to the right place. But there was the same thrilling touch of her fingers to the crook of my elbow, as soon as the taxi driver left, and we walked along the handle, with a decorous and noble couple, from the end of the house, facing the street, to the entrance deep in the courtyard. There was no cognac, but there was a wine - thick, dark red, moderately sweet and moderately tart, which drank like juice ... and I gradually got drunk, either from wine or from the look of Zai’s black eyes. continuously, raising another glass.

And again there was a rapture. The ecstasy of affection and tenderness, passion and lust. Inaudible whisper and hot breath. Growing moans and cries at the peak. With my irrational surprise, as it is, my “jade rod” doesn’t pierce through this skinny babe, and she screams not from pain, but from buzz. And with serious pride, when Zaya, exhausted, clung to my shaggy chest, and I seemed to hear (or felt with my skin) how her heart beat “tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk” excitedly, gradually getting back to normal “tuk -Tuk, knock-knock, knock-knock ".

If the story were written in a literary-erotic competition, then after the paragraph above one could put an end. But I can hear how the participants of the union meeting of the porn site readers are chanting: “Let's get the details!”. I give, take it.

How I loved to fuck Zayu ... no words! And not just fucking. To undress, kiss and caress too. It did not start right away, not with the first touch or kiss. I do not know whether it was a calculated game, designed to irritate me more. Or she actually tuned in to sex without haste, sensitively listening to the promptings from within. Or, each time, she was torn through a struggle with herself, finding arguments to brush off remorse and induce herself to change. Maybe another reason, I do not know. But it happened. She did not immediately begin to kiss, but at first, barely noticeable, but dodged. Then let her lips fall to his lips. Then, slowly, as if reluctantly, shallowly and infrequently, she began to respond. And only after, having laughed and seemed to wake up from hibernation, she kissed violently and recklessly, got up the pirouettes with her tongue, letting her hands, nails and even his teeth in the heat of passion ...

Yes, I had to walk and bitten, tangibly, however. S-bitch! Ah, Zaya, Zaya, whom your teeth now bite ...

Sorry, distracted! Let's go back to the kisses.

Or rather, to the clothes. In the same way, Zaya initially slowed my efforts to undress her. Then she did not shy away, but she did not help either. Then a little help. And already after, having entered a rage, she was ready to tear off everything to the strings and plunge into the pool of pleasures.

And now I want to reveal to readers some feature of our relations and the behavior of the Bunny in bed, that dear to my heart nuance, which even over the years warms my soul and excites the flesh with memories. Perhaps someone will not believe and say: it can not be, this is not the behavior of an inexperienced, almost innocent girl (fourth or fifth sex in life and a second partner, I remind you). Not every advanced Madame with a fair amount of experience and a puffy notepad behind her shoulders dares to behave like that, even if you really want to: there is a great risk of misunderstanding or rebuke, and even worse, certain pornographic fragments are used in real life as on the screen. And, on the contrary, it seems to me that Zai's given predilection is easily explained by her inexperience and inexperience. Well, Dag-Magus doesn’t do that, well, religion may not allow him, but why other men don’t practice like this all over the place, because in films these episodes are very frequent, and nobody seems to be surprised - it seems to me so could Zaya reason, if at all thought on this topic. She could not have thought about it freely, let it drift away after her latent desires, supported by my repeated assurances: “it will be as you wish.”

And that's what it's about. In total, we met ten to twelve times, six to seven of them in 2011, that is, we could easily notice patterns and determine our addictions. Excluding the first round of the first meeting, a couple of dates in the format "without removing the panties" for understandable physiological reasons and another sex (which I will talk about later, and the main thing in that meeting was not sexual intercourse), all the other fragments of our intimacy unfolded so .

Heated with kisses, tisps, tender and depraved words, hints of past and planned Wirths, gradual undressing Zaya is already lying naked on the bed (or standing in front, and so it happened). A little more sweet kissing, and the girl tears her lips from mine and starts to push my head down. I kiss the neck and shoulders, I caress the small, swollen chest and pull the tongue of the nipples, I pay attention to the flat tummy and waist, which would envy the model - well, if Zayah weighed 50 kg. But all this is not that, not that - the hand pushes my head lower and lower, to the place where the imprinting of the first orgasm, known not from his own hands, but in the male version, to the pubic, completely devoid of hair, sexual lips , clitoris and vagina. And I, like pressed with an imperious hand to her secret place, are supposedly forced to caress her there, kiss, suck, bite, and, of course, lick, lick and lick, seeking to appease the mistress of this miniature lean body, as if in obedient waiting, when she graciously deigns to allow herself to be fucked. The piquancy was also given by the fact that Zaya all this time did not lie (or did not stand) passively, only by accepting my caress. She fidgeted and podmahivala, imitated "giving in the mouth", she tried to control my head, sometimes higher, then lower, then delayed, somehow grabbed the poor resemblance of the remnants of hair on my bald head, then pressed in and pressed her hips at the side.

And - paradoxically, but the fact is - despite the hard Wirth and her assurances that in theory she is ready and next time necessarily, neither on the first, nor on the second, nor during the two-thirds of the third meeting, Zaya didn’t do blowjob. What I justified, how I started, what promoted, and what skills I achieved, I will tell you in the sequel.

In general, slightly exaggerating, one might say, solid kuni and a bit of sex.I flew from Fortune mockingbloods (not for nothing is she female) mirror otvetka favorite scheme with many other partners: blowjob to warm up, sex in different poses, cum in your mouth, well, swallow or not swallow - good uncle democratically allows you to choose.

Outrageous? Humiliating? Come on, in what century we live.

Funny Cool? To some extent, yes, especially if one considers that coercion is playful, I could interrupt this “forceful cunnilingus” at any moment and start fucking: physical capabilities are incomparable, and not that education by Zai, in order to seriously oppose masculine desire.

But I turned on and dragged, pleasing this lovely girl with my tongue and fucking her responsive body, playing like an instrument’s obedient hand, studying over time (and maybe having taught) the score of those notes and chords that led Zayu to blissful impotence, then the growth of passion and slurred cries of "yes, still, come on" and some words in their native language, then to the shudders of an orgasm with abundant flow and departure into a kind of nirvana. From where she returned after some time, looked around, as if not understanding where she was and why. I ran across my admiring eyes and smiled a weak, vague, some kind of special smile. I saw Zayu in many circumstances. I saw her laugh and laugh, smirk and grin, saw other smiles: politely-indifferent, sincerely grateful, seductively-encouraging. But this smile — like gratitude for an orgasm, like appreciation for affection, opening the soul wide open after all the upravans in bed, like blissful peace — I watched only those few seconds when she returned to our sinful world after staying in heaven, as if continuing still stay there. And sought to observe more and more ...

No, I'm lying! It was the case, I watched this smile of the soul and the tacit confession "I am yours" not for a few seconds, but for a few minutes. One call her fiance. Rather, Dag-Magus often called Zae, but when she was with me, she didn’t delay the conversation, said that there were a lot of visitors, or she was visiting relatives, or she was hard to hear, in general, she would call back later or let him dial to that time. But at that time, as I understand, she just did not have time to close the conversation. Apparently, the groom did not just get bored and wanted to chat, but he had something to tell her. She said hello and listened in silence for several minutes. Not exactly silently, but responded to the situation: “Yes ... well ... I understood ... I hear, of course ... yes ... I kiss, while ... and I love you too." And all this time, the happiest, unearthly smile wandered on her face.

And, you know, for some reason, it hurt me. So, alone with me, after the cool sex and a lot of orgasms, after the wildest fantasies and the most risky plans - a few seconds? And with a fiancé stupefied in obscurantism, clumsy in bed and not concealing that his wife’s lot is to live in the archaic framework of the three "K", and not personally, but listening to his voice on the phone - a few minutes? Where is justice and logic? Is there an answer, is there an explanation for the mysterious substances that are called the feminine soul, feminine thoughts, feminine heart?

Reflecting on this, on the way back to Ensk, I almost flew off the road and almost crashed into a single tree standing at the fork in the road just before the turn. Himself to blame, there is a dangerous area, you can not exceed the speed. He stopped, went out, lit a cigarette. An asphalt highway crossed the stony plateau, surrounded by high mountains with sharp jagged peaks - try to touch, cut yourself to blood. Fields and meadows, gardens and vineyards are left behind; Ahead loomed a pass, winding its loops, climbing up to the last ridge of the rock massif, then just as carefully, bending over the steep slopes, descending onto the plain and already there turning into a straight line, like an arrow, a piece of road. There you can imbed the gas pedal and rush at a speed that transforms the landscape outside the windows of the car into a white, gray, green or yellow-red shroud, depending on the season and weather.There, in the euphoria of high speed and intimacy at home, I will think again and I will definitely solve this riddle.