“Well, how could I have done all this,” flashed through my mind, “how did I betray everything I was taught, and how could I afford such licentious behavior?”
Even carelessly sleeping Julia only aggravated the whole situation. I felt like a criminal standing next to a still hot corpse. All that was wanted was to just run away and hide from it all and from oneself. Even the soul did not save. I still felt dirty. Leaving the room was unreal, it seemed to me that everyone around would look at me. But I wanted to eat very much, so having dressed in the most unattractive way I went to the kitchen. Breakfast at least somehow removed the general intoxication, but had no effect on the self-loathing that I then experienced. It was wildly scary to go to the room, because I did not want to meet with Julia. And then I heard the footsteps. The soul at that moment went to the heels, and I squeezed into the chair.
- Hello, baby, how is your morning? - it was a neighbor, sleepy, but contented, - I hope all is well with you?
“Yes,” everything I could say, “I need to learn,” I said, running away, trying not to look her friend in the eyes.
Once in the room I felt relieved. At least for a while, but I am alone. The only right decision then seemed to dig into the books and try to avoid people as much as possible. So, actually, the whole next week has passed. I got up, quickly gathered and ran away to the university. If the weather allowed, then she walked late, if not, she buried in textbooks and pretended to be busy. But the weekend was approaching, and I didn’t know what to do about it. It was impossible to hide, so it was decided to run away from the room for a walk. But then the weather let me down. It was wildly cold, and it was raining. And he had to either go to crowded places or sit with Julia in the room. Standing at the window and reflecting on further actions, I did not notice the neighbor who had crept up.
- Aiga, we need to talk. You have been avoiding me all week. What is the problem?
“Nothing's okay.” I was just busy.
- It is not true. During the week I noticed you just sitting close to the hostel. What's the matter?
And then I burst out. There was no strength to pretend anymore and I burst into tears. It should be noted that I very rarely cried in life and never allowed myself to show my emotions so strongly. It was, to some extent, wild for my upbringing. But not everything can always be controlled.
- Baby, well, do not cry, what are you. Still good, why are you roaring? - comforted, hugging me Julia.
- No, I'm a dirty whore. She came only and overcame what she had done. If my mother found out, she simply refused me. I hate myself. Please just go away and leave me alone.
- Not. What the hell are you talking about? First of all, I won't leave, and I certainly won't leave you in this condition. And secondly - you have to tell me everything.
“Just leave me alone,” I shouted, pushing aside my neighbor, and lay down on the bed, wrapped my head around and continued to roar.
Julia sat next to me and began to stroke my head through the blanket. This went on until I calmed down. After another couple of minutes, I had to remove the blanket from my head, because it was very hot, and I saw a girlfriend, who was looking at me joyfully but at the same time, puzzled.
- Hello. Are you ready to talk?
Apparently, I had nowhere to go and, although I did not want to, I had to communicate with this pristavuchim creation.
- What do you want? What to tell you? - I asked with a bit of annoyance in my voice.
- What happened? Why do you hate me?
- It's not like that. I hate myself. How could I afford to do this? What was I thinking about?
- What actually did you do? In what ...
- How do you not understand? - I interrupted the neighbor, - I betrayed my family and my upbringing.
- Well, regarding the family - this is utter nonsense. What's wrong with your beliefs? Don't you like girls or what?
- I can not like them. You can not do it this way. This is unnatural.
- Ahahaha. Hmm, how everything is neglected. Good. Tell me, you were not good with me? Or maybe you are pretending?
- No, that you, I was very good. Like never in my life. But it's not right.
I think it will be right to omit the next 3-4 hours of conversation, since they do not carry a strong semantic load. As a result, we came to the conclusion that if this happened - it means it was necessary. And that means everything is fine. The hardest part was convincing me that I was not wrong. It took Julia a lot of time explaining that each of us is unique and you can’t try to apply some common rules to everyone. And then she asked a question that had long tormented me:
- And what if I consider myself a whore not only because of this night? What if I have more reasons?
- What kind?
- What if, in addition to girls, I also like guys? What if I want them too?
- Ahahaha. It's quite normal. Watch it. The concept of a whore is very vague. In my understanding: if you want someone, take it. Other than jokes. You are beautiful girl. In your life you will definitely be called, for the eyes, a whore. No matter what and with whom you will do. The main thing - what's inside. If you want something, go ahead. The only thing you do not need to do something very openly. This may cause unnecessary problems. And so - sleep how much and with whom you want. Is there anyone specific in mind?
- Well, just do not laugh ... Ruslan ... I was all right wet from the bottom, as I saw him.
- Controversial choice. But understandable. True, he has a very interesting taste. And it is almost impossible to keep him. So with him you can only rely on short-term relationships. Although he would have taught you a lot. Maybe even too much.
- For example?
- Well, he likes to use toys, experiment with a partner and has no brakes. In short, if you are not ready to dissolve in what is called "sex", then I would not advise.
- How do you know?
- Well, I met him so. At a party at the embassy, he suggested I have sex right there.
—... Uh, this is extravagant.
- Yes. He is all about it. So, after that we met for a while.
- Why did you break up?
- He said that he could not reveal all his inner peace with me. Something like he does not feel the same energy in me.
- And how did this affect your relationship?
- Parting? No Everybody understands everything, and it has nothing to do with it. It seems to me that for him the relationship is something completely different than for me. So if you still want to - you know what to be ready for.
- I dont know. He is very strange to me. In fact, it is his merit that you and I made love.
- Well, I told you, he is unique in terms of revealing the personality. So if you want to know all the nooks of yourself - you go to him.
- What do you say to that? Do I need to relax?
“Well, that’s everyone’s choice, of course, but if you ask, yes.” You are very closed and notorious. But at the same time there is a fire inside you. Having such a gift is pretty stupid to hide it. But the main thing is that you understand what you are doing and why. If your actions bring you pleasure (whatever it seems wild and not normal), do it. You have no judge besides yourself. And to be not completely happy because of the opinion of idiots around is stupid.
- Hmm. Then you can try, I think. The only question is how do I meet him.
- Easy. He wrote me a couple of days ago about you. Asked the number. I said I'll ask you first. So if you want, I can give him your number ...
“Well,” I replied, and instantly filled me with the fear of waiting, “although it is scary, but I am ready.”
- OK. Sec All sent.
After 5 minutes, a message arrived in the cart. It was scary to see what was there. But, at the same time, I wanted so much that I could not resist.
- Hi, Aiga. This is Ruslan. How do you? Fulfilled my wish?
- Hmm, but he is not particularly restrained, - I said, showing the phone to Julia.
- Hello. Fine. No, I lied.
- Hmm. Then I will have to punish you.
- And how are you going to do it?
- Well, first we need to meet.
- And if I do not want?
- And you do not want?
- I do not know. For now. Make me interested.
- I'll sing you.
- Yes, and what's wrong with that?
- And the fact that I do not know how to sing. But for you, I do not mind shame. So a soloist of big and small will perform in front of you.
- Theater?
- No, opinions about yourself and feelings of shame. Agree, only my walls and a handful of haters, calling themselves my neighbors, heard this.
- Hmm, well, if I am invited to such a unique concert, it’s not beautiful to refuse. Good. When and where?
- Let's do it tommorow evening. I will throw off the address, it is not far from your hostel. As you will be on the spot - dial me.
That's how I agreed to the wildest, at that time, adventure in my life. Not really resisted, you say, but then to me, an inexperienced and shy girl, it seemed wildly interesting. So the next day I came to the address and typed Ruslana.
- Hello, not frozen?
“Hello, no,” I replied, realizing that the soul was going to the heels.
Playing on the phone was much easier and not so exciting, but there was nowhere to retreat. No, you could run away and forget about it all, but when I saw Ruslan, I got up rooted to the spot, looking at him like an animal, hypnotized by a snake. From the stupor I was led out by the hand extended to me.
- Well, let's go, the orchestra was waiting.
We plunged through the nearest door and took the elevator to the fifth floor. Ruslan lived in a penthouse. The apartment looked very cool. Modern repair and the minimum amount of necessary things. In the hallway they helped me take off my jacket and shoes, then we entered a large hall.
- Here we will settle down. The toilet is there, to the right of the kitchen, ”he said, pointing to the opposite wall from the panoramic windows,“ at the moment, this is all you may need. You can go wash your hands, and while I bring the wine.
The bathroom was gorgeous: snow-white tiles, a lot of light and a huge (for my size) bathroom. After washing my hands and looking around again, I went back.
- Help yourself, and I'll turn on the karaoke. What song are you, madam, want to hear in my performance?
“I don’t know what you like, monsieur.”
- Good.
A minute later, Serdyuchka's song began to play. Ruslan really could not sing. So I laughed. No, I was just cheating. But he was not interested in artistry.
“Don't you want to sing,” he asked after finishing his performance?
“Come on,” I replied, embarrassed.
With voice and hearing, I always had everything in order, but I was not used to singing in front of someone. When I got up from the couch, I turned to the TV (I was very dumb to look into my eyes) and started to sing. In the middle of the song, I was picked up by the music and everything just didn't matter. So I ended the song by swaying my hips to the beat, and facing Ruslan. He was mesmerized.
“Why didn't you say that we had a little sparrow here?” Your voice is something.
And then Ruslan fell to his knees and clapped, laughing, until I sat him back on the sofa.
- Goddess. You are a goddess. And you can drink only the drink of the gods. Wine?
- I will not refuse.
We drank a glass of white wine and started talking about life. In the process, a couple of glasses were emptied and I felt warmer and more fun. Ruslan joked and went, even tried to pop me. And then he sharply narrowed his eyes.
- So, did not fulfill my desire? He asked, looking intently at me.
- No, why? - I decided to continue to lie.
- I told you that I will punish.
- Yes, and what will you do to me?
- I spank.
- What? Ahahaha Try it.
And then he reached out to me. I tried to fight back, but it was difficult to resist a guy twice my size. So I was the belly on his lap.
- Good. Let's start with fifteen times.
And he really began to spank me. I can not say that it was strong, but quite noticeable. Having counted out for the tenth time, he stopped and set me in front of him.
- It's not fair. You are in jeans. So it makes no sense. Take them off.
And then I fell into a stupor. On the one hand, I knew why I came here. But that was the moment when I could still refuse. But here I was a pupil. Well, if I decided something, then I must go all the way (if my mother knew what her education would lead me as a responsible, purposeful girl). Erotic stories Jeans were pulled together and I faced Ruslan in a bikini with flowers.
- Beautiful panties. Get down, another 5.
I settled on his lap and waited, but he pulled. And then there was a biting slap. The hand remained on the buttock and began to rub it. Then the second, after which he squeezed my ass a little. The third was top down. His fingers hit my crotch. The lower abdomen responded warmly and I felt the warmth. The fourth and fifth made me breathe heavily, as Ruslan paid more and more attention to my crotch.
- And you got excited, as I look. Cool you liked, ”he said, playing with my lips through the fabric of the panties.
And then his palm penetrated under the fabric and he began to caress, as it seemed to me, absolutely the entire surface of my crotch. Oh, how wonderful it was. I just swam. He then played with my clitoris, then gently fingered the sponge. At some point, he ran his finger at the entrance to the vagina. I almost finished, but it all stopped.
- Get up. Take off your clothes. We will go to the bathroom. We must wash.
“I am a virgin,” was all that came out of me.
- I know. Therefore, everything will be gentle. The first time is important for a girl. Or you do not want to?
“No, I want to,” I said, looking down in shame.
- Oh, I get it.
And he came back after a couple of minutes with a black silk scarf.
“I usually use it for another, but today is a special day,” said Ruslan, blindfolding me.
Strong, male hands walked through my body. He undressed me. Very calm and confident. Then I heard him take off his clothes and a warm hand took my hand. We entered the bathroom. Purred water. At this moment, Ruslan hugged me, putting his hands on my ass and kissed me. In the process, his hands walked along my back and neck, then returning to the place and pressing me, then hugging my shoulders tightly. At the same time his cock rested against my belly. No, he was not yet in a standing state. But it was still pleasant and strange for me to feel the warmth and softness of this place. Having finished the kiss, Ruslan climbed into the bathroom and helped me. Then he lay down in the water and arranged for me.
- Well, ready? It's time to remove the bandage.
I nodded, and he untied the scarf. The light struck my eyes in an unusual way when they got used to it, I saw a lot of foam in front of me, and a smiling Ruslan sat behind me.
- Kiss Me.
We again entwined in a kiss, his hands again walked through my body. Only this time he paid more attention to my pussy and breasts. At some point he unfolded me.
- Touch it. I know you want.
And, taking my hands, put them on my dick. It was strange and unusual, but the interest overcame and I began to play with him.
- No, not so much jerk. Gently. Up and down.
Embarrassed, I stopped. But then again took up her toy, but already considering the tips.
Ruslan looked at me and admired. Penis began to respond .
on my games and, slightly twitching, increased in size. This went on for about half a minute.
- It's time to bathe, play up more, - said smiling Ruslan, - you soaped me, and I - you.
And he took a coconut scented shower gel and put a little in his palm. His hands touched my neck, gently massaging it, turned me around and rubbed my back. Gaining more gel, he turned me to face him and took up my chest. On it, he lingered about thirty seconds, noting "my awesome tits" and lathered his stomach. Then, kneeling, rubbed the gel on his legs. And in the end, he paid attention to the bottom. At first I rubbed the gel over my ass, after I ran my fingers in the hollow, slightly pressing on the anus, I squeezed it instinctively.
“We'll talk about that later,” he said to me, stopping.
And, typing the last palm of the shampoo, took up my crotch. He played with me, then massaging there, then stopping, looking at me and making me rub against his hand.
- Everything. Your turn, - he said to me, passing the gel.
And then I froze. No, he is from fear. I just admired the body in front of me. Coming out of a stupor, I began to smear the gel on his torso. Then there were the arms, the neck, the legs, the tight ass, and he. His dick. Actually, not knowing what to do, I simply repeated the same movements that I did when I was lying in the bathroom. Everything. I coped with the most important part. Ruslan took a watering can for the shower and washed away all the foam from us. Then dried off with a towel and gently wiped me. Came out of the bathroom and held out my hand. He grabbed me in his arms, carried me to the hall, and then to the bedroom. There was a metal double bed, a couple of bedside tables and a chest of drawers. Throwing me on the bed, he opened the drawer and took out a square bag.
- Today with a condom, but if you want to continue - the question will have to be resolved.
He lay on top of me and began to kiss. Ruslan spread my legs with his knees and began to slowly go down. Dusting my body with kisses, he approached the coveted hole. After a second pause, a hail of kisses fell on me, his tongue played with my clitoris, and sometimes I went down to the entrance to the vagina, mixed with kisses of the inner part of the thighs. Her hands were on her chest and crushed her. My body arched towards his tongue, my breath lost, and the lubricant flowed freely from me.
- Ready?
I nodded in response, and saw his fully standing member. He "looked" right at me. It was a bit scary, but I so wanted to feel this object inside of me, so I spread my legs a little wider. Ruslan ripped the packaging about putting on a condom. Then he climbed on me, hugged me and gently kissed my lips. Lowering his right hand down, he sent his penis into my hole. Everything was ready. He kissed me warmly and gently, slightly under pressure, entered my bosom. It became painful and unusual inside. Muscles dramatically stretched out and discomfort appeared. Ruslan stopped.
“Now, you have to wait,” he looked at me and smiled, “you have to get used to it.”
Somewhere after a minute of delay, he began to move in me. Quiet, then taking out, then inserting the member back. It was still unpleasant and painful, but slowly my body got used to it and began to respond to its actions. At some point, pleasure overtook all other sensations. I started podmahivat and moan. We merged in motion, like a well-established mechanism. It lasted about 10 minutes. And then I was covered. The body was shaking, the heat was walking on my skin, the vaginal muscles began to contract. I finished. The first time from a male member. Something perekknulo, I screamed and the body arched arc. Flying consciousness, somewhere far away I heard a roar. But I was not up to it.
I woke up after a while. No, I was not unconscious, but it was so good and everything did not care, so I just lay and enjoyed.
- You are great finish. For the first time, girls very rarely end up. And since you are something special, - said Ruslan, looking at me and playing with my hair, - your pussy squeezed so much and squeezed my dick, that I finished it.
- Thank. I was good.
Leaving me lying around, Ruslan went to the kitchen for water and grapes. When he returned, he settled down next to me and handed me a glass.
- We must drink and eat something. Recover.
“Thank you,” I said, drinking some water and throwing the grapes in my mouth, “I liked it.” I want more.
- Wow. Insatiable my. But not everything is so simple. First, you need to heal there. And secondly - you need to talk about sex in general. I really liked you too, but there is one problem: my tastes. I am very strange in this regard.
- And what's so terrible? Maybe I like it?
- Maybe. But everything is not so simple. I want you to do everything. In general, everything that comes into my head.
- Ahahaha. What is it like? Type slave to be?
- No, that's what salt is. I need you to want this yourself and, first of all, it was interesting to experiment.
- That is, I have to ask you myself?
- No, I just want to be interesting to you. And for this I need an "ideal whore." Do you understand? That in general everything related to sex was included. No taboos. The same sex with girls. Vaughn with the same Julia you could not.
- How to say.
- Stop. You said there was nothing?
- I was wondering what you would do to me. And honestly - I liked it. So you see, I like to experiment.
- Hmmm. Good, small. Then we can play. But it is not today. You still need to heal. Let's go to sleep, - said Ruslan, kissed me.
- Sweet Dreams.
- Sweet Dreams.
I woke up about ten, from the kitchen came a pleasant aroma. As luck would have it, there was no clothes in the room and I had to go naked. Ruslan stood at the stove and fried pancakes.
- Oh, good morning. How did you sleep?
“Fine,” I replied, smarting, “but I didn't find the clothes.”
- I know. I wanted to admire you naked. Well, and if you decide to play with me, it will be your usual appearance in this apartment. So get used to it.
- Well, well, section the poor girl, still ill.
And, although I saw my clothes neatly folded on the sofa, I did not wear them. But it was not the main problem of that morning. The lower part gave a painful sensations, because of this, I went a little strange, but nothing special. I was more interested in how I could sit on a chair with my bare booty. But embarrassment passed quickly and unusual sensations did not prevent me from enjoying unsurpassed pancakes.
- Yes, you know how to cook. Pancakes are just something.
“To fry is my vocation,” said Ruslan, smiling maliciously, “glad you liked it.”
After breakfast, I began to gather, Ruslan also got dressed.
- I spend you. And then you have an injury from below, - a playful smile did not leave his lips all morning.
“Thank you,” I replied, wriggling, “tell me, but when you talked about the“ perfect whore, ”did you mean yesterday’s comment in the bathroom about anal sex?
- Yes. But not only that. Anal is just a small part of what I want to see in you.
- And what else?
- Lot. Literally everything. You can open any porn site and get acquainted with each of its sections ... But, not immediately, of course. First you need to start with a minimum, if you want.
- What if I want?
“Let's do it,” Ruslan sighed, “in three days we will meet with me and talk about this topic.” You, just, heal and google everything.
- Good.
- That's great. Let's go.
So ends this part. Leaving them of this apartment, I didn’t leave two feelings: I wanted to fuck, it’s just crazy (as if something inside had burst and the flow only widened every moment), and the feeling that the students have before September 1 is fear mixed with interest. But about it all in the next part.