I didn’t even get upset with such an early awakening, although I have to get up in an hour after another. For the long cloudy winter days, I managed to miss the Sun a lot. I got out of my cozy nest, went to the window and opened the section. I was immediately struck by a stream of fresh air and the noise of the morning city. How delicious it smelled of spring! Our town is not big, there are practically no harmful productions, so the air is clean, and between the houses is full of trees, on which birds of all stripes constantly hang out. And now they greeted the new morning with joyful singing and chirping.
I adore spring. This is my favorite season. The earth is cleared of dirt, washing away with thawing waters all that has accumulated on it over the summer, autumn and winter. And it always seemed to me that I, along with the Earth, also cleansed myself. And then appears green grass, the first leaves and flowers. The air is filled with a magical aroma that you want to inhale and inhale. People take off their winter robes and dress up in light and beautiful outfits.
Last spring was special to me. I graduated from school, and was preparing to enter the university. Who did not pass the exam, do not understand what it is - final certification. This is a huge nervous tension, incomparable to anything! And more excitement does not arise from the exams themselves, experiences for the success of passing tests and solving assignments, but the atmosphere itself and the associated consequences in the event of a smaller number of points scored. Subject teachers are also on the nerves. They are also responsible for our knowledge and therefore they exert maximum strain on us. From this preparation, the head is simply torn apart. And this is a young, in fact, still in childhood!
Therefore, we decided to class with the class at the May holidays traditionally dump two days in the forest. Spit on everything! On exams, on electives, on teachers, on parents! Let's go all in the ass! We already have 18! We want to dance! We want to live and enjoy life! From the fifth class we go to the May campaigns. Our class teacher, he is a life safety teacher, a fan of search activities, and therefore tried to draw us into this matter. Part of the boys and a couple of girls, really fascinated by this business and disappeared all summer in tent camps in places of military operations since the Second World War. As for me, I like the forest, I like to wander around it, pick mushrooms, swim, sunbathe, but a maximum of three or four days. Then I really want to shower and bed.
This time we decided not to take the class one with us, so that he would not constrain us with his presence, and did not want to substitute him, since the guys intended to take alcohol with them. Yarik even promised to “get some greens”. So we have good guys. Almost all are engaged in some sports section, only two out of six smoke. And girls in general, "Russo-tourist-image-morality." But when such a strain on the soul, I want to throw everything off and quickly relax. Therefore, we gathered almost secretly, as a partisan detachment, and set our parents before the fact. On April 30, our gang of twenty people headed towards the Upper Lake.
This is our permanent place. The lake is located behind a hill, so it seems that it is higher than our city. Probably because of this, he was called the Upper. On the shore of the lake there is a very nice glade with a sandy beach, which is located so that when the sun goes into the sunset, it lights the parking lot, and in the morning, on the contrary, hides behind the mountain for a long time. Therefore, we always managed to stay long and sleep a little longer. But the main advantage of parking was the lack of access to it. You could only get on foot. It saved our place from guests from other cities, from lovers of picnics and idle rest and the garbage accompanying all these kinds of rest.
Of course, it was difficult to get with a large load, but we have adapted for a long time. We made special stretchers, bought large backpacks of 100-120 liters with a frame and even two one-wheeled trolleys. "Gypsy camp" - so we often called our procession. It was at least physically and hard to go, but morally very fun! The guys were joking and singing songs, the girls were discussing the latest news - it was all so different from our gray training everyday life. Despite the wild fatigue and aching pain in the legs and back from the severity of the carried weight, no one was discouraged and whined. It seemed that along with sweat and suffering, all our school experiences go away.
And here we are on the spot. How much joy and delight in the soul! Each person should have a place that is associated with his childhood, with his best experiences of that period. It must be in the heart, so that it is possible in moments of bitterness and loss, at least mentally to go there and rest. I have it - our glade at the Upper Lake. I know every tree here, every bush. I know where raspberries grow, where you can already pick up strawberries, and over there is always a lot of daisies with huge petals. We habitually camp. The guys are engaged in a fire, wood, tents. Girls fussing just like that, pretending to help. But in fact, our work will be a bit later - we are cooks. So now we just do the products. What you need to store in the cold, we cram into bags and drop to the bottom of the lake.
- Do not break! And then run to the store!
Guys worry about their treasure. Pasha, whose friend works in a chain store, bought vodka and wine for half the price. Therefore, alcohol turned out almost twice as much as planned. I personally didn’t care, but for some reason this guys was very pleased with this fact.
- Girls! Begin to cut boutiques already! We want to eat!
This is Roma. Our "swing"! A fan of his body and constantly engaged in his upgrade. Does not crawl out of the gym. With a always drags a bunch of jars and packages with sports nutrition and supplements. Already in the 9th grade, he was so “bloated” that not knowing people took him for physical education teachers. And now it was a real "minihalk."
- You just have to eat! Let's get that log over there, let's cut it for the evening!
Dimka was our commander. He appeared in our fifth grade. His parents moved from Moscow. Before his arrival in our class there existed “Prince Russia”. There were small microgroups with their own interests and deeds. Often there were conflicts and fights. Because of trifles and nonsense. Dimka on the first day surprised us. We were about to run away after class hours, as he suddenly puzzled us.
- Guys. I am from another city and do not know yours at all. Help me! Show it, tell me what is there and how! And then we go to a cafe, and eat ice cream.
We immediately "sold out." Everyone wanted to eat ice cream "for free". We did not then wonder where Dimka got the money from, and why did he act like that. Only later did we find out that it was Dimka's dad who suggested that he make friends with the class in this way. And it worked. For the first time in 5 years, we went somewhere together, with the whole class, puzzled by one thing. We showed him our sights, interesting places, told stories. We walked for five hours, and then with great pleasure we ate ice cream, sharing it with each other.
Subsequently, Dimka became the “generator of cool ideas.” According to his ideas, we built birdhouses, congratulated moms, sculpted giant snowmen, made flash mobs and stuff. But most importantly, we, with all the class, without exception, began to go to all competitions and contests, concerts and performances, where our classmates participated and provided support. By the New Year, we have become a real "gang". 5 "B" all called it that way.
Almost all the girls from our and other classes were in love with him. I, too, was no exception. A real leader, with good qualities, and not a freak. Dream! And indeed, all women had only to dream. Dimka, who quite quickly understood his meaning for girls, began to use it and not strain himself. He took any manifestation of attention, from anyone and at any time. If someone didn’t like something - “Goodbye!” On Monday, he could kiss one, and on Tuesday he would hug the other. "Womanizer". But I still dried up on it. And when he, after the 9th grade, returned from a summer vacation that had matured beyond recognition, with a pronounced sexual experience, I finally lost my head.
I was just in a state of disorientation when Dimka appeared in the classroom. And if he started talking to me, I went into a stupor before fainting. I did not take my eyes off him during the lessons, and in physical education, I could hardly manage to restrain my emotions. It was a real torture to see him in a basketball jersey and shorts, running around the playground or performing tasks on the uneven bars. My eyesight became like that of an eagle. I saw every bit of sweat on his hands, every mole and every movement of even the smallest muscle. And when he was doing tasks in push-ups or in the press, and his face was reddening and straining, he was breathing loudly and loudly, I felt excited.
One day, at the end of the 10th grade, when the lesson was held outside, and it was very hot, Dimka was engaged in little shorts and without a shirt. The teacher gave the task to us girls to perform an exercise in hanging on the bar - to raise and lower legs. And for the insurance he asked the boys to help. I almost fainted when Dimka approached me. I began to raise my legs, but from excitement and experience, I could hardly do it.
- Well, something you relaxed Viksu! Come on taller and stronger!
Dimka, with her hot palms, grabbed my legs and began to help me, lift them. Oh my God! I already had goosebumps running over my body!
- And now we need to keep the corner!
I got the impression that Andrei Viktorovich, our physical instructor, was in collusion with Dima.
- Boys support the girls under the back, do not let them bend back and slightly support the legs by the thigh!
If we consider that I also worked in shorts and in a short topic, the touches of men's hands were very delightful. His palm was so hot and wide, so strong that I really wanted her to not only support my legs, but hugged and captured all of me.
- Well, you and flushed, Vic! Look do not explode from the tension!
It was not clear to me what kind of tension Dimka had in mind, but then my hands slipped from the crossbar, and I would surely have crashed to the ground, but Dimka managed to catch me. And I like a fool, on the machine, hugged him by the neck.
- ABOUT! Do you yourself fall into my hands ?!
Dimka, as always, translated everything into a joke. But I was not having fun at all. During the fall, he managed to catch me, but one of his hands was on my bottom, and his thumb pressed me directly on my slit. And the second hand, covered with my palm my chest. I did not wear a bra on fizru, since my topic was sporty, so I could feel my nipple resting on his hot palm. Of course, this happened by chance, but Dimka, of course, had to feel that she was touching the girl’s intimate places. And, as it seems to me, most likely I understood, as I continued to play with me.
- You're so light! Straight air! Probably 25 kilogram weigh? Not?
Dimka began to swing and circle me in his arms, not at all changing the position of his hands. It even seemed to me that, on the contrary, he began to push my thumb between my legs even more and squeeze my chest. As if there wasn’t there, but it seemed to have pierced me with a current, only very nice and delightful. I was fool-fool smiling and squeaking something there, demanding to let go and put in place, and in the meantime, with all of my consciousness I tried to catch every movement of his hands. And the smell of his hot body made my brain stupor. At some point inside me, a hot ball began to swell up in my lower abdomen, and it was so amazing and amazing that I “swam”. I stopped laughing and squeaking. I looked at Dimka’s laughing face and tried to understand what was happening to me. The whole world has ceased to exist for me. There was only Dimka, his finger on my face, his hand on my chest, his arms and his smell. Apparently he noticed a change and stopped joking. Dimka looked at my eyes very intently and set me gently on the ground.
- Well, ride and that's enough!
Dimka ran with the rest of the guys to play football, and I, on naughty legs, went with the girls to throw the ball. It seemed to me that everyone around me should notice my condition. I was already mentally preparing for jokes and stinging questions, but as it turned out - in vain. Apparently my appearance corresponded to physical fatigue. And if outwardly I was no different from the rest, then emotions and feelings were boiling inside me. Feet did not want to obey. I threw the ball worst of all, throwing it three times in general by sector. The fireball swelled in my stomach did not want to go out. On the contrary, he caused burning and itching between my legs and a mad desire to touch and rub a slit.
Up to this point, I have always been very negative towards those women who cheated on their husbands or beloveds. I could not understand how this can be, take and betray your loved one ?! How can a girl meet with one, and at some party to have sex with a completely unfamiliar and random guy. Now I would easily and gladly give myself to anyone who would want to fuck me! Even if it was the very last bum. If our fizruk had decided, right on the court and at all to bend me and insert my penis into my crack, I would not resist. On the contrary, I would have bent my back and framed my pussy under his dick. I would hate myself, look down, and probably after that I drowned, but I would allow me to do this with myself. So much desire and lust burned me. And when the fizruk approached me to make a remark about the throw, and I felt his smell, when he began to show me the throwing technique, felt his hands, when he began to correct the position of my shoulders, put my arms and legs correctly for a throw, I thought only about one thing - just not to faint. It's good that he had a stopwatch squeaking, reminding that the time of the lesson was over.
After the lesson we went to change clothes. Going to the locker room, I suddenly felt very wet, especially between my legs. Generally, I do not sweat much, but now I had the feeling that unplanned periods began. It was so wet and slippery in my intimate place. Dressing up, I was preparing to see the standard menstrual flow, but instead I found that my panties were soaked through with some kind of viscous and slightly muddy mucus. I immediately realized that it came out my grease. Now I understood the expression - “the girl began to flow”.
Needless to say, this incident did not at all contribute to the stabilization of my feelings and spiritual condition. This case became the trigger of my sexuality. Before that, I was well versed in all theoretical aspects of this issue. I knew how and where children came from, I knew all the nuances of intercourse itself, I knew what erection, pollution, impotence, defloration, clit, masturbation, orgasm, and so on are. I met the boys, we hugged and kissed. In the 8th grade, I even allowed one to touch my chest and get into my panties. It was all very pleasant and delightful, but what happened to me in physical education was of a completely different quality and level. I realized what sexual arousal and desire could actually be.
And I did not just understand - I noticed that I really want to experience it again. All summer I have been looking for such opportunities, or more simply, “adventures on my ass.” Naturally, to attract male attention, I began to dress as defiant as possible. Of course, in my possible version, without obvious vulgarity and claims for "whore." These were dresses, skirts, jeans, tops, shorts of all shapes and styles in which my figure was offered the most profitable. It was offered, not just shown. I really wanted someone to want and take me. At that time I didn’t understand what I was doing and why. I ignored all the comments and advice of girlfriends who said that I dress and act too defiantly. I was so insolent and lost the feeling of reality, that I even began to communicate with guys and men I did not know, which I came across on the street, in the store, on the beach. I really liked seeing their views, aimed at the beauty of my body.
I especially went to Anapa, where we went with Mom and Dad to rest. My parents trusted me so much that they allowed complete unaccountable autonomy. This did not happen by itself, but because of my behavior in the “normal period”. I always kept the promises given to them, always told about my affairs and problems. They were aware of all my life twists and turns. They knew my position in life, my principles, and therefore they thought that their Victoria would not fall into bad company and would not do anything stupid. Honestly, I myself was sure of it. Therefore, when I went for a walk around the city, or to sunbathe and swim alone on the sea or in the pool, it was not forbidden to me.
One day, out of boredom, I decided to see the city. The beach, the sea I was tired, and I wanted adventure. I wore my favorite summer dress. It was very light and translucent. When the sun's rays illuminated my body, anyone could see a beautiful figure and even underwear. I knew about it, and therefore I always wore very erotic kits. So this time I wore a black set consisting of tango panties, from a very delicate and pleasant material, and a breast-increasing bra. The black color was well manifested under the dress, when the sun's rays fell on it. It seemed that the fabric was completely transparent, like a fog, in which my little figure swims enticingly. My lingerie hid my beauty not so much as it increased his degree of eroticism and sexuality. I knew that men like the "wrapper", especially the one that so beautifully and clearly emphasizes the object of desire.
- Finish the game Vick! Majahed in such a dress will steal you!
With some sadness and regret, my outfit commented on my mother.
- ABOUT! Then we will take her room and will not have to work!
Dad, as usual, showered with his inappropriate jokes.
I did not aggravate the situation, ran out into the street, took a bus and went for a ride. I enjoyed life, I was high on my youth and permissiveness. I caught men's looks, their smiles and got even more pleasure. Driving through the city center, the bus began to fill up with passengers. At some point, I had to make room for the old woman and go to the back platform. For me it was not burdensome. On the contrary, I wanted to show all the men on the bus my full-length figure. And this clearly succeeded. I more and more often noticed the views of "the strong half of humanity" chained to me. In order not to embarrass the men who hid their eyes as soon as I discovered their observation, I turned my face to the window. Even with my back, I felt that they were looking at me and several men were already mentally fucking me. I deliberately twisted my ass, changed the position of my legs and back, to tease them. I played, had fun and got pleasure. I felt a light and pleasant excitement. Especially when I saw in the reflection of the window that a rather nice guy was staring at me. I did not turn around so as not to frighten him.
Continuing to pretend that I did not notice the observation, I began to flirt - to fix my hair, the collar of the dress, the bra ribbon. And then, having brazenly to the limit, I bent over and began to pretend that I was fastening the strap on sandals. Naturally, my short dress lifted and opened my gorgeous ass to the gaze of my observer. I knew exactly how she looked now, as I checked it in front of a mirror several times. I leaned over, turning in front of my reflection, taking pictures on my smartphone. Therefore, I had no doubt that the butt exposed in the direction of the guy, with slightly open buttocks, between which a strip of panties passed, hiding a protruding slit, would very much excite the observer. This strange experience of exhibitionism was so pleasant and exciting that I was not shy and not afraid. I felt my impunity, and therefore bolder, more and more.
I don’t know how it would all end, but at some bus stop a lot of people came into the bus. There was a small crush. At first I was upset that my game was temporarily stopped, but then I felt that a clearly male body was pressing me against the window. I could smell his cologne, through the thin fabric of my dress felt the heat of his body, and his breath blew my head. I didn’t even turn around and look at a man. I didn’t care what he looked like. The main thing is that it is tall, hot and smells good. I cuddled to him with pleasure. When at the next stop on the bus several passengers were stuffed and the man practically pushed me against the wall, I was just glad about it. I was not shy at all. On the contrary, I with some impudence, trying to get into the beat of the bus, rubbed my body about a man. It was very exciting and very exciting. Apparently my previous game "minx" well warmed up my body. I felt how my feelings worsened, how acutely it reacted to the closeness of the male body. A familiar, pleasant feeling appeared at the bottom of my stomach, which grew with each of my cautious movements about the body of a man. But then our bus got stuck in traffic and stopped. I could not cheat and rub quietly.
And at this moment, I clearly felt that the man is excited. Something hard came up against my ass. There was no doubt when the man made the first and very careful push. I shuddered and froze. I was not ready for this at all. I, of course, read and even watched hentai about perverts in the subway, but did not think at all that this could happen to me. The man made a second push, more courageous. Without receiving a response from me, I pushed again, then again. He did it, though carefully and imperceptibly for the rest of the passengers, but more and more. Making sure that I am silent and in no way react, I grew bolder at the end. His hand touched my leg and reached up under the hem of the dress.
I was so scared that I even stopped breathing for a moment. I understood that they were harassing me, and I urgently need to stop and stop this, but I could not say a word. The thrusts of the dick in my ass have become more active, and my hand was rising higher and higher. I became very scared. It is terrible that the rest of the passengers will now see everything and begin to condemn. And then I realized that I was not ashamed! I even liked what was happening, but I still decided to stop all this. Played and that's enough! I grabbed the man by the arm and resolutely began to remove her from my leg. But what a hand it was! The wrist was wide, felt the strength and power! But the man removed his hand, pushes a member stopped. But after some time I felt his movements again and again his hand was on my hip. I stopped everything again. He complied, but then continued again and this time, his other hand gripped my chest. I was shocked by such arrogance, but did not even have time to do something, as one of his palm squeezed my chest gently, and the second began to stroke my slit in front through the panties. The blows of his member intensified and probably all this action would have been detected by the passengers standing nearby, if the bus had not gone.
I tried to remove his hands from me again, but this time the man did not obey. I tried very hard and even using nails to tear his palms off my body, but he didn’t care. He endured pain and continued to paw me, and his dick hammered me in the ass. I realized that I, even if not really, but fucked. From real sex saved bastions of clothing. And this discovery was pleasant for me. If they don’t really have me, then this is not considered to be for nothing. This is just a game! I stopped tearing off the hands of a man and gave myself up to quite pleasant caress and sensations in my body. The man, feeling my humility, became even more impudent. His hand reached under my panties, and I felt his fingers on my pussy. When his fingers penetrated inside my cave, parting the petals of the labia, the lubricant flowed from there. I felt how his fingers and palm glided lightly and pleasantly along my slit, how gently they penetrated inside and rested against my hymen.
I again experienced that sweet and insane feeling of excitement, which so suddenly covered me on the school playground. It grew very rapidly and quickly and required a way out. The touch of a man became scorching and acted like electrical discharges. My body has ceased to obey me. I barely restrained shouts and sighs, tried not to pull my hips much towards the fingers of a man. But then a terrible tension appeared inside me that could not be restrained anymore. The only way to release it was to caress male hands. I began to string myself on the fingers of a man in my pussy. Feeling the pain of stretching virginity, hearing her plaintive request not to give away girlish honor to male fingers, I received the necessary portion of emotions. Jerking a few more times, I released everything that had accumulated inside. My vagina began to shrink and pulsate, hugging and caressing the fingers of a man, pouring grease streams on them. I swam through the magical waves of pleasure and ceased to perceive the world around us. I wanted to shout at the top of my throat, but I couldn’t afford that in a bus crowded with people. I could only press my face to the window and breathe quickly. It seemed to me that an entire eternity had passed, although in fact a minute had passed on the strength. During this time, the man did not stop me to paw and rub his cock. The man's breathing grew stronger and stronger, the movements grew faster and stronger, and so, at some point he stopped and stiffened. I heard a quiet, barely restrained moan and the man's hands let me go. I understood that he had finished. Almost at the same time, the bus arrived at the bus stop and almost all the passengers got off. I did not turn around and look for my first lover. Let it be “prank”, but with which I had my first almost real sex and the first, most real orgasm! He did his job and it is not necessary to know who he is. Let my imagination and imagination draw the perfect handsome man.
I returned to the hotel very happy and satisfied with myself. Having taken a shower, no longer surprised at the moisture of the panties and the cave flowing out with juices, I went to bed. Falling asleep, I scrolled through the events of this day, and fear began to come to me. A lot of "if and if" began to spin in my head. And if they had noticed, and if he was sick of something contagious, and if he followed me, and if ... But then I already fell asleep.
The next day I changed my attitude to the bus adventure. I was ashamed of myself. I had the feeling that a reverent person who woke up from a singing trick, who is told how he had been crazy yesterday, is experiencing. I could not believe that I could do that. But what has been done is done, and nothing can be changed, but conclusions for the future can be made. I became more careful and careful in choosing my clothes, began to keep track of who I was talking to and what I did not allow my desires to guide me. It dawned on me that self-assertion and being realized as a person through sexual attractiveness is a very dangerous and unreliable option.
Men will always pay attention to beauty, and only then, to appreciate the inner world of a woman. And this means that this inner world should be no less pleasant than the appearance. Otherwise, the woman is doomed to eternal loneliness. A man enjoying the beauty of the body, not finding beauty in the soul of a woman, will lose interest in her. He will not share her life, his thoughts with her, to consult. Why should he do this if a woman is stupid, has no spiritual interests, is indifferent to the hobbies of a man and does not understand even the most ordinary phenomena?
The result was my new image. This is a kind of symbiosis of youthful sexuality, restrained and hidden, and an inquisitive mind, who wants to learn everything new and interesting. My short skirts, translucent dresses, jeans with holes on the bottom were forgotten. Strict elegance in the school version and creative refinement outside its walls became the main styles in my clothes. In addition, I no longer actively flirt and flirt with the boys. All this helped me save myself. Classmates even decided that I had a boyfriend. So dramatic were the changes in my personality.
But there were moments when I set free my rebellious nature. Several times I still took out my hidden outfits and went out in them to "give a rustle." And every time she was convinced that men are the most primitive creatures. It was enough for them to see my legs and the figure framed in the erotic ornament of a woman’s dress, as their brains were turned off. It was a great pleasure for me to arrange a kind of hunt at school and city discos. I collected the men as trophies of the hunter. My record was - 15 offers to talk in one evening. But I never found someone who could push Dima out of my heart.
Therefore, the whole new school year, I continued to look at it and dry in silence. I could not start a relationship first, because I was sure that I could not keep him. Maybe I'll be with him for a couple of weeks, but then some other pretty woman will probably take him away from me. Being a girl for a week is somehow not for me. Dimka several times almost openly offered his society. I was not against it, but as soon as I turned on the “inaccessibility” mode, in order to preserve the girlish honor and face, he lost interest in me. He was too lazy to take care of me and seek, as there were more affordable options.
But life went on, and I did not lose heart. I was sure that everything will be fine! And today, sitting by the fire, I was once again convinced. We already had dinner with potatoes and stew, drank tea. The boys sentenced to 6-ryh two bottles of vodka and were already very drunk and funny. We also did not lag far behind, finished our 4th wines and were at a good level of fun. We screamed songs with a guitar, played various funny games, recalled past stories. In general, they came off in full and, of course, did not think at all about the school and about the exams. And it was great! We honored ourselves alive again! Our party in nature went until late at night. Gradually, one by one, we began to "precipitate." Since the guys were still cheerful, and I wanted to stay a little longer in Dimka’s society, I kept to the last, supporting myself with wine. But at some point, the level of alcohol became so high that my mind turned off the perception of the world around me.
I woke up early in the morning. Looking around, I realized that I was lying in a tent against the wall. I vaguely recalled how I climbed here. Our fun dragged on until 3-4 hours of night, and probably, someone even continued after, but I began to "cut down", and how I did not try to invigorate, I could not stand it and went to sleep. It seems I am on the way to the tent, twice fell under the laughter and jokes of the guys. But I was sure that I behaved well enough, even though I got to the tent on all fours. I was surprised that my head did not hurt at all and was not spinning. I was even a little drunk. Therefore, I did not immediately realize that I woke up due to the fact that my hand had flowed away. Apparently I lay down and slept without turning. I began to change the position of my body and realized that someone else was sleeping next to me. I turned my head and saw Dimka's face. He slept.
Actually, we agreed yesterday that girls and boys sleep in different tents! I was not that offended or angry with this fact of violation of the agreement, but I wondered why this happened. I got up and looked - who else is sleeping in our tent. I was very surprised that there were 4 more guys in the tent. Yarki and Pasha even cuddled in their sleep. I even wanted to capture it on my mobile phone, I began to look for my bag with my eyes and then I realized that it was not my tent that I climbed. Somehow I confused them at night and lay down in a tent of guys. My self-esteem on the adequacy scale went down dramatically.
I saw a bottle of mineral water in the corner of the tent and was very happy about this fact. Vivifying moisture flowed into my throaty thirst. It became very good and easy. I even decided to leave the tent and move to my tent. Besides, since there are five boys here, somewhere the sixth sleeps, whose place I took. I decided to continue my sleep here. Especially near was Dima! He was so cute lying on his side to face me.
We are very lucky with the weather! Despite the fact that the beginning of May was in the yard, the heat was strong. Even at night we went in shorts and T-shirts, not freezing and spitting on the first mosquitoes. Therefore, Dimka slept on top of a sleeping bag in some shorts. His body was as always beautiful and desirable. Wide shoulders, a mighty chest, press "cubes" and ... Oh, God! I saw that Dimka had a “strut”. His shorts were bulging in front. My knowledge in this area was enough to understand that the guy has a standard night youthful erection. This fact did not shock me, but I was excited. I lay down beside me and began looking at Dimka with some new feeling. Inside me, that fire flared up again, which could paralyze my will and capture my body. And even though I knew about the consequences, I let it flare up. Apparently the mineral water was well cheered, and the alcohol remaining in the body began to act again. I wanted to touch the body of a guy. I extended my hand and very carefully placed it on his shoulder. Dimka was very hot. Under my palm, I felt his warm and pleasant velvet of his skin, the elasticity of the muscles. The heat inside me became even stronger and concentrated in the lower abdomen. I felt my heart beat and it became hard to breathe. The guy didn't even flinch. He slept so well that the light touch of my hand could not disturb his sleep.
I grew bolder and began to stroke the guy's shoulder, then the chest and torso. I liked to feel his warmth, his skin, the shape of his body. From my hand, millions of impulses hit the brain and from there, multiplied hundreds of times, scattered all over my body, triggering mechanisms of sexual arousal. I didn’t even immediately notice that I began to rub my hips on each other and breathe noisily. I was so insolent that I did not hesitate to stroke Dimka on the back and the pope, realizing that I was uncontrollably attracted to the organ protruding from his shorts. With bated breath and as carefully as I touched the tubercle. stories about sex I felt that my palm is touching something hard. Dimka did not move and continued to snuffle sweetly. It gave me courage, and I stroked the top of the protruding hillock. I waited for Dick to wake up now, or at least start tossing and turning, but the guy calmly continued to breathe. I ran my palm down the organ hidden in the shorts, marveling at its size, structure and strength.
In my head all sorts of thoughts rushed and confused. I tried to urgently bring what I saw and feel in practice, what I used to read and saw in theory. Pictures and videos on the laptop screen are one thing, but to touch and feel the most is completely different. I knew my body perfectly, I knew how it worked and why. I knew that the male member would have to enter my little hole during intercourse and pour sperm inside me during it. But it’s one thing to understand, and another thing, to really feel this tool in your hand, to evaluate its size and hardness. Try to understand how he will get inside you, and do his "black" thing.
These empirical studies caused an aggravation of desire within me. I already clearly felt how my hole was burning and itchy, how sensitively my nipples react to the movement of the fabric of the bra, how loud and often I breathe. I stared at Dimka's face, expecting to see signs of awakening or anxiety on him, ready to instantly remove my hand from his shorts and pretend to be asleep. But the guy was sleeping, as if under anesthesia. Not a single muscle on his face trembled during all the time of my experiments. I thought that, most likely, he was very drunk, so I did not feel anything. This thought gave me even more confidence, and I began to play with the guy's body, as if it was my personal toy.
At some point, I wanted to look at the body that I feel with my hand under the shorts. I myself was frightened of this thought and diligently drove it away, but lust and lust stubbornly demanded their own. And I gave up. Realizing that in the case of the detection of my actions, stupidly pretending to be asleep will not work, I, like the sapper, began to perform an extraction operation. My heart was pounding with terrible force, my hands would not obey and shake, but I stubbornly continued the job. My fingers picked up the edge of the shorts and began to move them away. I thought Dimka had underwear, so I was a little scared when the head of the dick popped out. She was just awesome. It is possible that there are more large members, but this was my first, seen in reality. The head was partially covered with peel, but I saw a hole at its top well. Dimka did not tie the ribbon on the shorts and they kept only on the elastic band, so I was able to push them even harder and see the whole trunk to the ground.
I was surprised by the smooth pubis. Apparently Dimka shaved his hair in an intimate place. I was even able to see a loose scrotum. There are testicles in which small spermatozoa are waiting in the wings. They are ready to arrange a race for survival - to flood the woman's vagina, to rush into the womb and finish in the egg cell. There are millions of them. And everyone can be the beginning of a new life.
I was surprised at the thoughts that appeared in my apparently completely lost head. If someone told me that I would stroke and look at the male member this morning, I would call him a jerk. But the fact that it is difficult to imagine sober head, is easily done on a drunk. I wanted to feel the guy's dick in my hand. Even forgetting that Dimka might wake up, I proceeded to what was intended. Holding the gum shorts with one hand, the second clasped the barrel member. What is it hot! This is the first thing I realized when a firm and elastic organ was in my palm. I began to stroke him and noticed that when I lead my hand down, the head of the penis is exposed more. I began to stroke the penis more and watched with great excitement as the head of the penis was exposed and closed. At some point, a transparent liquid appeared from the hole, which began to flow and flow over the head. From this, the head of the penis began to glisten, and the peel to slip more.
Together with the metamorphosis of Dimka’s body, mine also went through stages of transformation. I already understood well that "flow". Between the legs it was very hot and it was very intensely itchy. As I did not try to rub my hips, I could not relieve this itch. I felt that everything was very wet there, that my panties were soaked through. The excitement was so strong that I no longer just stroked Dimka's member, but in a real way jerked him off, completely forgetting about caution. My eyes were fixedly directed at the even more swollen head of the penis, which glistened from the protruding lubricant, droplets of which sometimes fell on my palm. And I spread it all over the guy's dick. From this, the whole body began to glisten and the glide of my hand became easy and fast. My palm jumped from the trunk to the head and then I felt its tenderness. I imagined how this organ penetrates into me and slides inside my body. My excitement has reached the point after which there is no return, and I am ready to give permission to do anything with me, just to relieve the burning and itching inside me.
I was so busy with my thoughts and feelings that I completely forgot about caution. I didn’t understand that I move my hand very strongly over a member, that this might wake a guy. When at some point I remembered Dima, and looked at his face, I saw his eyes open. He looked at me in surprise. I was so scared of exposing that for some time I continued to jerk his cock. Recovering, let him go and shorts, sharply turned over on the other side. I realized in horror that I had been completely exposed and that it was now pointless to depict sleeping. What a shame and shame! Now he will wake up the other guys, and they will sneer at me! I shut my eyes tightly, preparing to repulse and refute all charges. But something completely different happened. I felt the hands of a guy in my waist, who rushed to my stomach. Dimka hugged me and pulled me to him. His penis, which I could not completely remove into shorts when I was “burned,” touched my back. I felt the familiar heat and firmness. The head was covered in grease and slid over my skin.
Dimkin's hands dropped from my belly down to my hips and began to unbutton the buttons on my shorts. What is he doing ?! I asked myself a question, although I understood perfectly well what Dimka was doing and why. Buttons are easily yielded. Apparently for the guy it was already a familiar action. Then his fingers found the zipper lock and pushed it down. At the same time, Dimka continued to rub his member on my back. All this happened in absolute silence. I even heard other guys sniffle, the wind rustles behind the walls of the tent and beats my heart very loudly. But when the guy's hands grabbed the edge of my shorts and pulled them down, I stopped hearing anything, except for my frightening thoughts. My excitement was very strong, but the fear of starting a sex life is no less powerful. And I didn’t plan to lose my virginity today, especially if I was drunk. I grabbed my shorts and tried to hold them in place. But Dimka immediately pulled them off by force and continued to tighten. I tried several times to get the shorts back in place, but all my attempts were stopped. The shorts were in my lap area.
The turn came to my panties. I set out to defend them at any cost and not to give up the last protection of my virginity.
But then an unexpected thing happened - Dima’s hand was between my legs and stroked my cheek. It became a discovery for me, how much I “flowed”. The guy's hand instantly became wet, and I felt how easily it slips there, compressed by the hips. The touch of a man's hand was insanely pleasant and disarming. To top it off, Dimka stretched out his wet hand from the discharge to my face and smeared her face to me, as if to show that I want him and there is nothing here to play touchy. And here I cried. I cannot even now explain my emotions at that moment. Tears flowed in my hail, and I felt insanely sorry for myself. Now it seems to me that at that moment I understood all the immorality of my act, for which I now have to answer in full. I jerked the guy a member, without his permission and request, and now, after I so brazenly quenched my lust and called his member to fight, I try to "merge quietly."
I did not even stop the hands of the guy who hooked the gum of my panties, pulled them to the shorts. I could feel the wet cloth moving away and allowing access to my slit. I covered my face with my hands, knowing that I would be fucked by Dima, and that I provoked it myself. It is foolish to try to stop it. Even if I start yelling now, I will only wake up the whole camp. Guys will naturally laugh, and Dimka will hate me. It makes no sense to try to stop Dimka himself. If I’m so excited, what about his feelings ?! I could not keep myself, how can I demand restraint from another?
I felt the heat, firmness and elasticity of his penis, which was impatiently rubbed on my back. She remembered his strength and the gentle glide of my hand along his trunk. Now this organ will enter my cave and take my virginity. I even managed to imagine how the big head crawls inside my body, rests on the hymen, breaks it and enters the full length. The guy's hands clasped my ass and pulled me to him. The head of the penis was between my buttocks. A member of the guy and my crotch were heavily moistened with our intimate lubricants, so the male organ easily slipped on. I felt a hot object right at the entrance to my secret place. Emotions inside me went through the roof. I really did not want to give my virginity now. I was in love with Dimka, I dreamed about having sex with him, but one thing is a dream, and quite another when you want to be fucked in reality. I cried silently, afraid to wake up the guys, and mentally persuaded Dima to stop.
But Dimka, even if he understood my wishes, was not at all about to fulfill them. His hand pressed against my back, causing her to bend. The second hand pulled my ass up, adjusting my body for comfortable penetration of his penis. My hole was right in front of the agitated body Dimka. I felt his head join my swollen petals and scare me with my perseverance, causing my crack to shrink from fear of the impending action. My body trembled, realizing that the inevitable was about to happen. I was very scared, because I knew that it would hurt. But more than the fear of pain, I was tormented by an insult for myself. I was hurt and embarrassed that for my lustful behavior, now I have to pay my swell.
Dimka squeezed me tightly by the hips and moved his body, and the head of his penis easily entered me in the slit. The petals happily parted and tenderly embraced the guest, directing him to where no one was allowed to enter. There shrank from horror, beaten to pieces, virgin. I felt like a member enters into me, as it easily slides on the abundantly oiled vagina and rests on my jewel. I bite my hand, sticking my teeth into my skin, realizing that Dimka will now take the most expensive payment, taking my virginity to myself.
I seem to see myself from the side. I see my body lying on its side, with shorts and panties lowered to the knees. With a bare ass and wet lye, which includes a strong, fat male member. I even see Dimka's body, his bare and sweaty back, lowered shorts on his legs, buttocks that are compressed from the strain. I see how a part of his body fits into me, wanting to fuck a lustful female. And the samochka herself squeals and suffers this humiliation.
Dimka leaned on me with his whole body, and I was on my stomach. My legs were aggressively spread his knee, and they spread so widely that the guy's hips were free to come between them. My shorts, along with her panties, Dimka, with her foot, pulled off below the knees so that my legs could move even more apart. I felt like the panties were stretched on my calves. I was banally pressed and laid out for good fucking. In this position, I could not even breathe freely, not to mention attempts to resist penetration. But I still tried to escape and delay the sentence. I began to push off with my knees from the floor of the tent, trying to move my ass away from the member already inserted into me, saving the virginity. But the knees slipped, and the body did not move a millimeter. But the member of the guy moved much more confident and faster. At some point, I felt pain and tension inside my holes. My dear sister stretched and resisted the onslaught of Dimkin's member, wanting to save her mistress from dishonor.
Dimka wrapped his arms around me. One of his hands was on my chest, and the other took the neck. His lips were near my ear. It became hard for me to breathe, so Dimka squeezed my throat so hard.
- It will be necessary to suffer a little bit, Vikus. Like a mosquito bite.
I didn’t even understand if Dimka was saying this or it was a telepathic contact, but I stopped and the next moment, I felt how I was bitten painfully on my earlobe. I wanted to cry out in pain and surprise, but my throat was tight and I only managed to mumble something. And then she felt like a hot and hard object tore my hymen, and very quickly entered me. I did not even have time to understand whether it was painful, everything happened so quickly. Only a glimpse of something bursting inside, a gliding burning organ, and a new sense of fullness where it was always empty. In an instant, there was an alien organism inside of me, which was in charge of my most secret place.
- Well, here you are and not a girl, Vikus!
Now I knew for sure that Dimka himself was really saying this. But even without his comment, I understood that I was "printed out." I perfectly felt his dick in my vagina, I felt how he was pushing the walls of the still very narrow and not ready for sex girl's womb. Dimka did not move, allowing me to get used to the new body in my body and new feelings for me. And these feelings beat over the edge. I was very sad on the one hand and easy on the other. It was a pity to part with virginity and childhood. It's a shame that they took me because of my own stupidity and not quite at will. My own stupidity and lustfulness, inability to control myself angered me. On the other hand, I was more and more overwhelmed by a feeling of relief and female satisfaction. Finally, I became a woman, I was really taken by a man, they inserted me and broke me off. I so often listened to the stories of girlfriends about how they spent their first time, empathized with them and dreamed how it would be with me. Now it's all over. A member of Dimka eloquently put an end to this my life stage.
My fears and experiences, the resentment towards me gradually disappeared, giving way to new sensations for me. Dimka apparently felt it when the walls of my vagina relaxed, and my womb stopped shrinking from fear and pain. I did not manage to save my virginity, and the man took possession of me, so why now resist and fight? His cock was already inside of me, my body was taking it, covering it with its juices and hugging the lips of the labia. Dimka made the first move. His penis began to go out of my conquered vagina. It became a little painful where before there was a virgin. A slight burning sensation accompanied the movement of the penis. I felt like a big and hard object moving inside me, coming back, pleased that he had got such a sweet and tasty girl. Hands holding me loosened the grip, and I could now breathe freely. My mouth opened immediately and I took a deep breath. Almost at the same instant Dimka pushed his piston forward again, penetrating again into my bosom. I exhaled loudly and squeaked, rather more from surprise than from pain.
Member entered a little deeper than the first time. I felt his head buried in my uterus. I even imagined how small sponges framing a hole at the end of the boy's penis joined and kissed a hole in my uterus. Once I saw a hentai with such a sketch, and I really liked it. Now was the very moment when I could feel everything on myself in reality. Dimka began to move in me all the bolder and bolder, playing on his penis, sweeping away the last remnants of my virginity. I felt the juices flowing out of me. Probably blood was flowing, but now it did not bother me at all. My whole mind was focused on the movements of the penis inside me. It was a little painful, strongly burned because of a rupture of a chaff, walls of a vagina stretched under the pressure of the hungry guest. I could barely restrain my screams, biting my arm painfully. On the palm of your hand they were already blushing and even several bites were bleeding.
And then I remembered myself on the bus, remembered myself at the gym. One by one, the brightest sexual images began to emerge in my head. I saw myself lying under a man who fucked me in my torn slit. As if sitting in front of the TV, I watched Dimka's member pierce me, pushing grease and virgin blood out of my hole, and then it comes out, all shiny and wet and plunges again. And I’m already voluntarily spreading my legs wider, tearing off the panties on my calves, so that Dimka can hit her scrotum more strongly on my clitoris and even begin to beat him up to meet the blows of his penis.
I liked this amazing feeling of being strung on a dick, being dominated by a man. It is a real pleasure to surrender to him, to submit to his will. I always knew, understood, but carefully hid from myself and others. Now is the moment of truth. Dimka deservedly had me. I gave him my virginity in payment for my feelings, my experiences and thoughts. It is not his problem that some girl dries on it. It is what it is, and is not obliged to change at all. Why he should understand and delve into someone's love suffering and experiences. I started my first game, I went beyond what was permitted, and he had every right to take me, and he took advantage of it.
Dimka's movements were getting stronger and stronger. I found it harder and harder to restrain my feelings and emotions. Apparently realizing this, Dimka squeezed my mouth, allowing me to free myself from the shackles that hinder me. I heard my lowing to the beat of his cock. I didn’t understand that I was deeply and passionately fucked, really, by an adult. It seemed that all this was in a dream and everything was not with me. How can this be with a good and educated girl? How can I so lustfully move my legs apart and so shamelessly surrender? But no doubt! A real member hammer me, I feel all his strength, I feel his heat and strength. I feel how his head massages the walls of my vagina, how it adjoins my uterus, how his little lips on the penis, dig into my uterus, wanting to throw my nectar there.
The movements are accelerating even more, and I understand that Dimka will finish now. I myself already breaking off from the strain. I do not give a damn about the possible consequences, I want a member to play me harder and harder so that he takes me all without a trace. Inside my head appears, but immediately the thought drowns in the fire of lust and passion, that if he ends up with me, then I can get pregnant. For some reason I really want him to pour into me, pour all his sperm into me without a trace. When I felt that the movements of the penis became very strong, seeking to get into the very depths of my body, and the penis itself became very hard, I was ready to take his seed. From this thought, the awareness of readiness to accept the male seminal fluid in myself and as a result of the frequent shocks of Dimkin’s member, I began to stop. My vagina pulsed and began to squeeze the cock inside me. In my body it seemed like a big bright ball exploded with a portion of pleasure.
And Dimka clearly did not want to risk it. When the sperm was ready to shoot, he began to pull his penis out of me, but I, like the last bitch, reached after him. I did not want to let go of the organ that gave me so much pleasure. Dimka tried to push my ass away from her hands, but I strongly squeezed her back and planted myself on his penis, to the full depth. Immediately there was a quiet sweet moan. Dimka could not hold back and finished. I felt the pulsation of his penis, how his body trembles and how painfully they squeeze me, his hands. Dimka gave up. Clasping my hips, he inserted his dick to its full length into my body. The head of his organ rested against my uterus, and he threw streams of sperm directly at her. How nice it is to take a piece of a beloved man. Now inside me will be his seed. It is possible that it will bear fruit, but I did not think about it at all now. Now, in general, nothing was thought of. My head was empty and good. The whole body sang and floated in pleasant bliss.
Exhausted and satisfied Dimka fell on me. I heard heavy breathing, I felt trembling and the weight of his body. His penis was still inside me, shrinking and losing its power. He gave everything to me. All his strength and energy was transferred to me, along with his sperm. I turned my head and saw that Pasha was looking at me, opening her mouth in amazement. Apparently our gestures and sounds still woke the guy. One could only guess at what moment he woke up and what he had time to see. But even the fact that Pasha could see now was enough to call such an awakening “successful”. His classmate, with his shorts and shorts down, is lying on his stomach, and Dimka is lying on her stomach with bare buttocks. I began to twitch, demanding that Dima leave me. I didn’t want my image to be permanently imprinted on Pacha’s memory in this form. With a moan, Dimka raised himself and pulled his blown-up organ out of me, collapsed into place. I immediately began to pull the pants and shorts back, noting that my hips are wet, covered with grease and blood. Dimka was not at all shy and did not hurry to hide his weapon in the case. His cock lay tiredly on the guy's stomach, covered with mucus and my virgin blood. Discharge from his head continued to flow, leaving shiny, cloudy stripes on the guy's skin.
I climbed out of the tent and ran to the lake. I could not allow the whole camp to know that I was fucked, by my blood-smeared legs. I went into very cold water, sat down, pulling off my shorts and panties, began to wash. Cold water so nicely cooled the heated body, extinguished burning and pain in the perineum. I thoroughly washed my feet, washing away the blood, grease and Dimkin’s discharges, washed my tormented cave, surprised at how freely, easily and deeply my fingers could enter now. It was very hot and humid inside me. My fingers were smeared with that cocktail that was inside my lap. My lubricant was mixed with Dimka's lubricant, blood from torn hymen and sperm. At first I even had to just push the labia to the side and open the entrance to the cave, as from there all this liquid began to flow and drip onto the surface of the lake. The water was very cold, so I had to do everything quickly and run ashore, putting on pants and shorts as I went.
I ran up to our campfire, where the night fire bonnets smoldered and barely smoked. I was very cold and wanted to warm up. With her shaking hands, she began throwing pieces of paper and sticks found around him into the fire in the hope that it would flare up now. The paper flashed, the sticks burned, but quickly went out, not having time to warm me. I was desperate and wanted to return to the tent to warm up at least in a sleeping bag, but Dimka crawled out of the tent. He quickly realized that I was cold. He plunged into the tent again and pulled out a sleeping bag. He wrapped them with me, sitting on a log near the fire. Then he entered the forest and returned from there with an armful of thick pine brushwood. The fire caught fire in all its glory and began to warm me. Dimka went to the forest several times, gaining more armfuls of brushwood and long dry poles. When the fire was reliably organized, Dimka sat down next to me and hugged. It was so cool and wonderful! I was warm and baldela from happiness.
I know that I am still very young and my whole life is ahead, but for some reason I am sure that I will never have a happier moment of manifestation of real male love. When your beloved, who has just been in you, embraces you, gave you a piece of yourself to save and use, did everything to make you feel good - it is difficult to repeat. Especially when it happens for the first time. Even now, a year later, I remember Dimka’s strong hands, the smell of his body, the acrid smoke from the fire, the cold water of the lake. I remember my excitement and fears, I feel the hardness of his penis, the pain of his immersion in his body, the heat inside me. For me it will always be exciting and beautiful. After graduation, we went to different cities, occasionally talking on the pages of VK. I know that Dimka is doing well, that he is also polygamous and does not build a long relationship with anyone. He most often writes me about any nonsense and for some reason I want to believe that it is not just that.