- Arrange a little leg, - asked Boris Sergeevich.
I tried to do it, but the body did not follow the instructions of the brain. Hips were brought together, I could not unclench them.
- Legs do not obey me.
“It's okay, this is normal, men always spread their legs, because our joint angle in the hip joints is much wider than in women, on the contrary, your legs converge,” having said this, he sat down on the side, and began to draw with his finger, barely touching fingertip various patterns on the skin of the thigh. I was pleased and embarrassed anyway. Then he moved a few more centimeters to his nightgown, and now he became, the white triangle of underwear was visible.
- Remove the panties? - he asked.
I stood up and pulled them off, then sat back down on the bed, the shirt went down to her knees again. Boris Sergeevich finally freed my legs from underwear. He straightened his underpants, folded them neatly and laid them on a stool.
“Hang on again, take off your nightgown.”
I got up, raised my hands up, and he pulled her off me. I stood in front of him completely naked. Boris Sergeevich, in turn, did not even think about undressing. He took my face in his hands and carefully looked into my eyes. His face was calm, even a little serious and focused. He kissed my forehead, then at the tip of my eyebrow and temple, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Close your eyes,” he asked. I obeyed. He kissed me first with one eye and then with the other. He did it so gently that from every touch of his lips, a crawling wave ran through his body. Then, with the same tenderness, I began to cover my cheeks with wet kisses, I felt not only his lips on my skin, but also his eyelashes. He reached his lips and kissed their corners on both sides. I opened my mouth in anticipation of the kiss, but Boris Sergeevich pulled away from me a bit, threw my hair back behind my back and kissed my neck from the side, then ran my nose along my ear, then began to bite him, gently taking his edges with my teeth, I felt that losing my balance.
- Everything is good? He asked and took me by the elbow.
I nodded.
- Should I continue, honey?
- Yes.
He took my hand in his and kissed her, then turned his hand and kissed her from the back side, rose a little higher and kissed her wrist. Then lowered it. I wanted so much to touch him too, but I was afraid to do something wrong. With courage, I touched my chest with my hand and looked into his eyes. However, nothing happened, I was not shocked. I removed my hand, and Boris Sergeevich came closer to me, took the earlobe in my mouth and held it there for a few seconds, causing my body to shake, I felt that it was wet between my legs. Then he gently bit her teeth, then took her again in his mouth and began to suck. Then he walked away from me and made out the pastel.
“Lie down,” he said softly.
I obediently lay down. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently stroked my cheek, forehead, held a fingertip along the eyebrows and lips. He bent down and kissed me on the lips, or rather it was not even a kiss, but a light touch of the lips. I opened my mouth, and he began to gently suck on his lower lip. Everything was aching between the legs and it was wet. Then he left a few kisses on the collarbone.
“I like small breasts,” he said.
“I don't know where to put my hands.”
He took my hand and kissed each finger.
- The most beautiful thing that God created is a woman. You control us, you control the world, you have all the power in your hands, - having said this, he kissed the skin around the nipple, then he dipped his index finger with saliva and touched it to the tip of my nipple, from which it hardened. In the abdomen, everything was swollen and did not stop whining; I felt that the lubricant was draining onto the sheets. Touching the nipple, he began to drive a wet finger over it, then moved to the second breast, after having moistened the pad again with saliva. Then he bent down and wrapped his lips around his nipple, gently pulled his top and let go, then repeated it again. Then he took it in his mouth and began to suck like a child. I felt that the lubricant runs down the labia down to the bottom. He did everything slowly and deliberately, suppressing the rush of passion.
- I'm right now, honey.
He got up and pulled off his T-shirt, put it on the bed, I saw his shoulders, his small belly, his chest, the dark path of hair leading to his groin. Then he unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans, gently put things on a stool, lifting my underpants, and put them back on top of his things. I noticed that in his shorts strongly bulges a member, I also noticed a wet spot on his underwear. Once, when my father washed the baths, went into the waiting room, while he changed clothes and saw a member under his huge belly, this was the first time I saw a male organ. But then he did not seem to me something unusual. Crooked, wrinkled. And Boris Sergeyevich obviously had something completely different. He noticed my view and most likely read my thoughts, but did not say anything, I lifted myself up a bit and realized that there was a small wet spot under me.
Boris Sergeevich sat down again next to me and began stroking his fingertips with barely touching my chest, then moved closer to my legs.
- Well, that we will try to push them again? - he asked. “Bend your left leg at the knee,” he asked.
I bent her, he gently pulled her aside. I can not imagine the horror he saw there, it must have been all swollen, red and slippery. It also smelled unpleasant. He bent down and kissed the thigh closer to the groin on one side and the other. There were hairs on the pubic hair, but there were not many of them, they grew an advantage over the lye itself. He dipped his finger with saliva and ran them along the pubis, stopping at the cut. Boris Sergeevich went down to the floor and knelt down, then he turned me toward him, I leaned against the wall. Left a few kisses on the inside of the thighs. Then he kissed the pubis and touched his finger to the clitoris. I flinched.
“Do not be afraid, I am careful,” he said.
Spent a fingertip along the clitoris and the inner genital lips. Then licked the tip of the tongue clit, did it again. He took the head of the clitoris in his mouth and began to suck. I was still getting grease. Boris Eduardovich put his index finger on one phalanx inside, made several frictions and licked his finger. Then he took the clitoris in his mouth and began to suck faster. Then abruptly let him go and began to take off his pants. I raised myself and leaned on my elbows. What to consider it A member in no way reminded me of a member of his father, whom I saw in the bath. Boris Sergeevich had it smooth, much longer and larger in diameter. He lay down next to me on the pillow, kissed my corner of the lips, took me by the thigh and threw my leg over his. Holding the penis with his hand, he touched the head of the genital lips, ran it along them and along the clitoris. Member slid like clockwork. Then he pressed against my chest and put the head inside, I felt that everything was stretching inside, he introduced it even more, I felt pressure, then introduced it to the ground and began to perform reciprocating movements, I did not feel any pain, I only realized that from the blood inside it became more humid. He made movements slowly, I held his neck, I was all tense, every muscle of my body was tense like a string. I moved my hips in time with his movements. After a few minutes, I tensed so that my whole body ached from the maximum over-voltage. I felt that his penis was pulsing inside me, I shrank for a few seconds, then relaxed in exhaustion, with every moment my muscles relaxed, first the muscles of my shoulders, arms, then my back and legs. Boris Eduardovich fell on me, found my lips and kissed me, pulled out a member, and I felt that sperm was flowing out of me. He lay down, breathing heavily on his back. The severity of the abdomen was asleep, but the pubis was still nagging, but in a different way. Boris Sergeevich sat down and began to look for panties, finding them he stood up, nothing in his shorts sticking out. I started to dress.
“I’ll go get some water to wash you under.” Rest, I'm fast.
When he came out, I raised myself on my elbows and looked down, the inside of my thighs and perineum were in blood and semen. The sheet was all wrinkled. He came back with a towel and a small basin of water. Dampen a towel and wiped my hips and crotch. He did everything carefully, barely touching the skin. Again became serious.
- Can I stay on your bed? - I asked.
- Nadia, maybe, let's switch to “you”?
I smiled.
- Good.