Sex stories, Page 16

I myself once learned how a single woman behaves, naked in front of men in nature, and was even a bit shocked by the behavior of a modest decent woman in Eve's costume, in front of men. This woman who was naked in front of men turned out to be in nature, worked like that in our men's team and I took her with us to go fishing for three days with us, because my husband didn’t have a relationship and the forty-year-old woman always looked unhappy and sad. So I wanted a woman to relax a little in nature with men.

Last summer, my girlfriend married in the summer and called me to the wedding as a bridesmaid. Of course, I was delighted with this, and then there was a problem in what to go to the wedding, I was looking for a dress for a long time, but in the end I found what I like. And then the wedding day, the bride in a white lush dress, and I in a long red to the floor, covering my waist and hips dress, with a deep front neckline through which I could see my red lace bra, and open back, wore black stockings and red under the dress transparent thong panties. And then we rode in cars, walked around the monuments, took pictures of everything on the list, what I do at weddings.

I collapsed exhausted, the waves of orgasm rolled one after another. I lay, reflexively continuing to fuck myself in the ass with a finger and licking Lenin sperm from the lips. - Oh my God! What a delight, Elena Mikhailovna, I am your anal slut, I want to be so had every day! Lena grinned and said to the girls:

Dimka remembered well that rainy day of the second of October, when his mother brought him to the pool for the first time. Mom led him to a woman in a tracksuit with a whistle on her chest. - Hello, Svetlana Ilinichna, Dimka brought you here. “Very good,” said the trainer and turned to the teenager:

I love sex, I just love to fuck with beautiful guys, but even more I like to give them a blowjob, especially when they cum on my face. It is incredibly pleasant for me to feel how warm sperm on my face gently rolls down my cheeks - I love to rub it in my face, they say it is even useful, so why not combine business with pleasure. I am 22 years old, my name is Alina, I live in a rented apartment with my boyfriend and really love having sex with him.

Many, I think, it is known that the biblical Onan, on whose behalf the European designation of the phenomenon of male sexual self-gratification, occurred, was not really engaged in any masturbation, he professed the practice of the so-called "interrupted sexual intercourse", that is, he got a member from his vagina wife, to "pour the seed on the ground", this practice in times of lack of condoms was probably the only means of protection from unwanted pregnancy, a means, however, quite unreliable, because a lube-cleansing secretion released during intercourse, which, when isolated in large quantities with strong arousal, gives the sperm a bright pearl luster.

The former wife sarcastically said, however, further allowing me to continue to stroke her leg in a stocking. What is wearing stockings under the bathrobe, I did not even doubt. For half a year now we have been divorced and since that time she seemed to play on my nerves and feelings. I would love to throw it down, but the finances did not allow it. Payment of the loan for this treshku ate most of them. And since she also paid a loan for her, we decided that as soon as six months later we paid, we would sell and divide the amount.

We walked along a narrow, barely noticeable path for more than an hour. It was hard to walk: her feet were sweating in the berets, the skirt was crawling up, making it difficult to walk, and her hands were tied behind her back with a rope, which rubbed abrasions on her wrists. And the sun was mercilessly scorching: it was July noon. High ears of various field plants now and then tickled his legs, very much thirsty. - How long to go? - I asked, choking with thirst.

It was a warm summer evening. It was getting dark outside but the weather was great. I did not even have money on the bus, so I went to the city on foot. From the village to the city you had to walk four kilometers, which took an hour. And here I am, all overdressed in a light topic and tight-fitting pants, stamping to a disco along a deserted road on high heels. We almost do not drive cars, so catching a ride is a great success. There are no local cars, and urban ones are rare, and it’s scary to go with them. But I was lucky ...

It seemed to Danielle that the atmosphere for a dinner party tonight was strange. Her parents were obviously nervous. It was her first dinner as such, but she was sure that something was happening. Her mother, Susan, took special care of Daniella's appearance. She gently combed her hair and generally behaved like a hen. It was her 16th birthday and her mother wanted her to look best. In fact, this dinner was in honor of her 16th birthday. Therefore, Susan fussed around, helping to get into her new dress. It was a bit bolder dress than Daniella was used to wearing and more fitting. It did not hide the fact that the figure of Daniella bloomed from a girl to a woman in the past year. The dress, hugging her figure, was tight on her chest. There was a huge cut, which allowed to look into the gap between its young hills. Her bold, youthful breasts seemed about to jump up and out in a delightful show of her new femininity. But then the dress was closed again, as if, in order to hide the charms already shown, before rising, to then turn around her slim pale neck in a black ring that almost resembled a slave collar.

It was, it seems, somewhere near Gelendzhik. Or maybe under Tuapse. Or maybe ... well, it doesn't matter. And under Gelendzhik, and under Tuapse, and under other resorts there are small wild beaches, where it is convenient to wait out the excitement, if it caught you in the open sea. Eugene L. and made. Had he been five years younger, he would have struggled with the waves, and now ... No, he was not afraid, of course. He just knew that he could beat them. Spending no effort on the evidence of this undeniable fact made no sense. Forces at Evgeny Lvovich was not that little, just the farther - the less I wanted to squander them in vain. The dolphin, which flopped and sniffed next to him, could afford it, but he should not. Let the best forces be with him. Will be useful.

On this day, classes at the institute dragged on, much later than usual, almost until the evening. I wanted to go home already, I jumped into the trolleybus that had approached the bus stop, sat down on the empty seat, automatically looked around. There were quite a few passengers, but I recognized her among them immediately. She was sitting in the front seats, at the driver’s cabin, facing me and the rest of the passengers, gliding along the cars and streets flickering behind the window. She is my first teacher, Natalia Anatolyevna Ilinykh, a beautiful, mature, good-natured, smiling woman, owner of magnificent boobs, gorgeous hips, and round, weighty priests.

After graduating from the institute this summer, I couldn’t get anywhere for a long time, sent a resume, went to interviews, but there was no sense in it, either I wasn’t satisfied with the employer, or the work I was offered. Already at the beginning of autumn, once again he came for an interview at some S-Svet desk, in the old part of the city, near the Trinity Market, which sells all kinds of electrical equipment, at least the sign at the entrance said. The building is old, but inside it was clean, neat, the staff was mostly women aged 45 or even 50+, a couple of young girls and a few mothballs of almost old age. I am sitting in the corridor, at the reception of the director, waiting for the interview.

Lina often liked to walk in the forest, especially in summer. She knew every path in “her” forest, knew where and when May flowers and snowdrops should bloom, and when it is necessary to go and save the ladybirds during the spring flood ... Now, in the most optimistic mood, Lina, freed from cases, happily ran to the nearest grove to breathe the smell of grass, land and flowers, listen to the birds singing and tease with your whistle, gather up beautiful bouquets of forest flowers. in the forest, Lina was a queen, a forest mistress and a princess, Povetruly forest ... Lina walked, quietly writing a song on the go and dancing, pressed a bouquet to her nose. A fresh breeze cooled his head and face.

I have always been special. At school, I was one of the best students in the class, although I had never bathed and wondered. I was at times original and surprised everyone with non-standard jokes, liked to argue and “put it on my shoulder blade” with my logic of any teacher. I slowly got used to the team, it was difficult to converge with people, was a single cat (wolves are schooling animals). You might think another teenager, who probably imagines himself an indigo, a young maximalist, or just an amateur to go around in defiance, but there was something that really set me apart from the rest. What is it - a big secret for many and still. I keep this secret as the apple of my eye.

Now, when I write this story I have very wet between the legs, because remembering this, I envy myself. It was a sunny May day and my friends and I went to the nature. More precisely, of my friends there was only one guy, and the rest of his friends were from the university. Honestly, I knew how it would end and immediately agreed to go. I wanted to fuck me @ at once a few guys.

The man persuaded me to surrender to the chocolate hole, but I refused. After ten or fifteen minutes of useless persuasion, he gave up and took me in the most usual way. And once he acted dishonestly towards me. We often played different sex games. At night, before that, I tied him up and did everything I wanted with his staff, and now it was his turn to tie me up. He tied me up, putting him on his stomach so that I was in the “frog” position. Then the man pressed his face against my opened womb and began to lick it. He was a great connoisseur and very quickly I began to feel the approaching ecstasy. But the man did not let me finish. He stopped licking my bosom and entered me.

It happened when I was working as an escort in a small cafe on one of the federal highways. In these cafes, girls often combine the work of a waitress with the provision of sexual services for money. So did I. In this work, I lasted 3 months. My clients were most often ordinary truckers, and occasionally drivers of cars. I hardly met any interesting men, it was almost impossible to enjoy sex, these men did not excite me a bit externally. In addition, foreplay for them did not exist, each new sex was like the previous one - first I give them a blowjob, then they insert their machine into my vagina and finish. At this, our communication breaks off and they leave. The next flight and again familiar faces: they got used to me and when they came again they asked to go to bed. Gradually, we even became friends with some of them, and began to relax in companies at the same table.

I am not a kind of Lovelace and a seducer of young girls, but: "Man believes, but life has!". At the same time, I am not an opponent of leftist ties, especially if the initiative comes from the woman herself. Diversity is useful even in married life. True, I prefer mature women, but anything can happen ... You become an adult and even study at the institute. For a week you called me ten times, inviting me to visit, on your eighteenth birthday. Of course, I will come. Now I can honestly talk with you as an adult with an adult, without fear of being misunderstood, especially by outsiders.

My baby started crying as usual because I wanted to eat, I started to go home from the yard to feed him, but my friend Vika said: - Come on, where are you? Give him tits here, what are you kidding in vain to drag here and there? Let him sleep in the air! - Yes, I’m ashamed of something like that ... - I began to justify myself, but Victoria was supported by another friend, Sveta: