Spark, storm, madness
It all started with the fact that my friend invited me to go with him and his old friends to relax on the river bank for a few days, sunbathe, swim, sing along with the guitar near the fire. It all looked just great, but I still doubted ... because I don’t know the people who will go there at all, I don’t know how they will accept me! After all, neither myself nor others, I did not want to spoil the rest. But Zhenya (my friend) assured that everything would be in perfect order, that the right people were hanging out there, and I had already warned them. "Well, then everything is normal," I thought.
And now, anticipating a cool vacation, I stomped to the gathering place. There I saw several guys who threw bags with tents, clothes and other things into the minibus, among them I saw the Professor (as Zhenya is usually called). He introduced me to everyone - quite normal guys. Then I reflexively asked...
- Are we going in a purely male company?
- No, the girls are back now, they forg... continue reading
During the session
The session is not conducive to a good mood. Never. Regardless of how you study. And everything is unnerving: the calls of the parents, the remarks of the sister, the attention of young people on the street. In short, ready to bark at everyone you meet. Especially when it's plus twenty-five outside the window, and instead of lying somewhere on the shore, sipping Coca-Cola, you wallow in a stuffy room and plow the boundless ocean of historical research.
Having dug into textbooks and losing the last remnants of common sense over the adventures of the ancient and not very Russians, I almost threw a suddenly screaming smartphone out the window.
- Oh, to break you! I said in my heart. - Well, who else is itching?
"People are divided into two categories," the unknown caller said thoughtfully. - "Some pass the session. Others have a habit of arriving at the wrong time, but they have cognac, which dilates blood vessels and improves mental activity. I have cognac. Well, so I will come in?... continue reading
The day just sucked, there was nothing but trouble at work. Tired, I got on the subway, going home. There were not too many people in the car, but there was still nowhere to sit down. I stood near the door, holding on to the railing. Dark thoughts swirled in my head, the mood was lousy. Realizing that I can’t think of anything sensible for a tired head, I decided to digress. Looking around, I found that a pretty girl was standing a meter away from me. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt. My gaze flickered over her slender legs, thin waist. Under the T-shirt, the hemispheres of her breasts stood out, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra. The girl had shoulder-length black hair, a beautiful face with expressive green eyes. She did not notice me, staring into the void and thinking about something of her own.
The next station was always full of people at that time. So it was this time. The crowd got into the car. Seein... continue reading
The only one
Sorry for the tongue-tied language, this is the first experience of creativity of this kind.
I would like to share my story, because I have nowhere else to speak out. My name is Lana, I am a university student. I have never been very popular with the opposite sex, although I can not complain about the appearance. This is more likely due to the isolation of the character. But it's not about that now.
The story began last summer, the year I met him. Behind the cat name Vasily was an outstanding personality, a dark soul and a gorgeous body that attracted many girls to him. We quickly became friends, but this relationship did not imply any romance: he changed girls like gloves, but then it didn’t seem to me like a whore, but rather resembled a search. He did not need only sex, he was looking for a girl in whom he would be attracted to both body and soul. Himself having a height of 190 cm, an amazing shoulder width and a thin figure, he chose miniature fragile partners with small breast... continue reading
She stood with her head bowed to a book. She wore a tight skirt and a white blouse buttoned up to her neck. She was very beautiful, her hair in a bun, no make-up and a faint scent of flowers coming from her skin. She was about twenty, and in the evenings she worked part-time in the library, she liked it, because she loved books. In quiet, calm evenings, she sat and read. There were hardly any visitors in the evening. But then, one fine, quiet spring evening, a young student entered the library building. Strange as it may sound, but at ten in the evening he needed a book by Dostoevsky. But when he saw her beautiful face, slender legs, graceful figure, he simply forgot about Dostoevsky and could not control the desire that gripped his mind and body. For about five minutes he watched her leafing through the pages of some book with her little hands, and then, nevertheless, he made up his mind and went up to her. She timidly raised her head, and fixed her surprised look from behind her long... continue reading
- Well, what happened next? Andrey sat comfortably in an armchair next to the coffee table, on which stood a cup of fragrant, freshly brewed coffee, and looked at the bustling younger sister. For the third day, Alla was preparing to receive guests - two young people who were not indifferent to her in one way or another, but, as usual, she did not have time to do anything. The guys could come any minute, and she was still running around the house with a wet head and in some translucent panties.
- And what could be there at all, - Alla lingered for a moment near the mirror, with visible pleasure once again looking at her slender figure, - Of course, Pashka tried to drag me into bed in the end.
- Did it work? Especially what you are talking about.
“He certainly managed to get to bed,” the girl giggled. - Even managed to get with me - I dragged him. He tried to hug me, and fell asleep - in a half-hanging position.
- And you?
- What about me? Do not go home alone at two o'clock in... continue reading
remnants of the mind
... Everything goes to this, and both understand what they want, but he hesitates, fearing refusal, and she, fearing that she will break loose and lose respect for herself. Although it sounds strange, but upbringing imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against her, and his presence makes her feel wild. Desire lives at the bottom of the abdomen, but the higher it is, the stronger the position of the mind, and this imbecile division is enough across the board. I want to cover my face with my hands, fall on the bed and lose consciousness, ... well, at least he would help - at least something, why is he so slow!?
... Finally, he came up, talking about nothing, "walking" around, but this is already something. The most important thing is to wait until his lips touch hers. Doesn't he see that it SHOULD be done, otherwise the languor will simply kill her desire. He ran his hand along his thigh... okay, but not enough for open provocation... why is he so indecisive? Feelings ar... continue reading
She is not an angel
- Wow, how big! Her eyes sparkled like those of a hungry kitten.
- Is it really that big? I watched with curiosity the movement of her hands. The touch of graceful fingers was gentle and pleasant. The bliss spread from the lower abdomen all over the body and was about to hit the head with a heady jet.
- Well, maybe there are more, but only you have such a beautiful one! She knew how to flatter, that's for sure. Apparently inherited from her mother along with cat manners.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I picked up this wet bitch a couple of hours ago at a disco in a nearby technical school.
- Kolyan, you're all fucking hanging out! Just like snot in the wind! Come on, damn it, better move with us to the techie - there will be a cool dance today, damn it. Pizdatoe, damn it, beer and high heifers. - Valera-Bumper, as always, was persistent. It’s hard to convince him even when he’s sober, but when he drinks, it becomes simply impossible to argue with him. Tied with a wo... continue reading
Evening Nastya and Sasha
The story is based on real events that happened to the pornomaster, for ethical reasons real names may be changed.
Having received an invitation to spend the evening with one of my friends, I, your humble servant pornomaster, accepted the invitation. My friend is a very strange person, in addition to being a member of one of the sects, he is also a pervert and an exhibitionist.
Playing cards, like other nonsense, naturally quickly became boring. And then our tireless Sasha suggested a game: everyone blindfolded with a scarf, then one of us hid the object (in order to be able to use all places, including intimate places, we chose an elastic band), and then they searched him, there was about 15 seconds. And you can search by touching his face, and then the place below the navel I found an elastic band in a slipper. By the way, about the girl Nastya, I need to tell you especially: this is the unique kind of Russian girl who combines beauty and desire for sex, with not false modesty an... continue reading
When I returned from vacation, I was immersed in work. Even sometimes there was not enough time to rest. The girls came to sit in the reading room and get ready for classes. I could only occasionally exchange a few phrases, and if they coincided with my lunch, then drink a cup of tea together and chat for half an hour.
On one of those days, Vera stayed with me for lunch. After the summer holidays, we didn’t really talk to her like that. I began to tell her about myself, and she opened her mouth in surprise, listened attentively and was surprised. Such attention to my stories always excited me, and I continued. Then Vera asked me:
- Do you often run naked at work?
- After the last incident with you, never - I answered.
- For the whole summer, - Vera was surprised.
- Yes, and who would have replaced me at the desk, because you were not there, and I alone was burning here from the heat - I answered.
Vera was silent for a moment, but something haunted her. Looking at me, a blus... continue reading
An absolutely wild story that could not happen to any girl in real life.
However, in those worlds and fantasies where anyone can be fucked anywhere, this could happen and happened.
Summer warm day. A park. City center.
In the past, Alexandra, an excellent student at one of the main lyceums in the city, and now a graduate with a red diploma from the leading university in the city, decided to arrange a light photo shoot for herself, taking her friend with her.
What does our Sasha look like? Low - 163-165 cm. Thin, but with a small tummy. Blonde with long hair slightly curly hair. Small breasts and elastic medium ass, which is nice to grab onto.
The photo session was going great, they were already ready to go home when a guy jumped up to Sasha and began to greedily paw her at one of the trees - the final place for photos. He pressed her to the trunk and climbed his hands under the blouse, which shone through absolutely everything. His already erect member was rubbing against Sas... continue reading
Professor and student
Sergei Alexandrovich is a tall, plump man of about 40. He teaches higher mathematics at the university. And he loves his profession, first of all, because his couples are mostly beautiful young girls: some look like whores, some like gray mice, and some (Sergey Alexandrovich's favorite kind of students) like cute prudes. It is them that the professor imagines in the shower or in bed on lonely evenings, when he jerks off his big, heavy penis with protruding veins. He often makes ambiguous hints to girls, and flocks of students do not call him anything other than an old pervert. A couple of times in his practice, he even put the highest score for a blowjob or sex on the teacher's table. But basically all the girls who decide questions on credits in this way are not at all cute prudes, which Sergey Alexandrovich loves.
And, one day, tired of student whores, the professor had an idea. The last lesson was for students of biology. Sergei Alexandrovich noticed in advance the girl completely... continue reading
I successfully passed the state exam and perfectly defended my final work, and now all that remains for me is to enjoy the first vacation in four years in June and wait for the long-awaited diploma to be printed and finally issued. Oh yes, I also had to go through the offices, call in the main building and collect marks on the bypass sheet.
Actually, this is what I was doing, looking at my watch and confidently walking along the university corridor - it was almost an hour, I had the last resort in the list, which means that there was still enough time to call my girlfriend and go shopping in search of new things for the summer, and just unwind after the hard months of writing a diploma and preparing for the final exam line.
I knocked with my knuckles on the door with the sign I needed and, without waiting for an answer, which, of course, would not have followed, I entered the room. The office turned out to be small in size, with only two windows, and only one employee sat in it - m... continue reading
A blush covered Liza's face thickly, her thoughts were confused, and her eyes were stuck on a branch of a poplar tree swaying in the window, illuminated by the spring sun. The girl was unable to control herself and turn her eyes from the window to her classmates, timid and silent, not like 10 minutes ago. And where did their courage and audacity go when things took the expected, but such an exciting turn?
No one dared to take the first step, or even rush a classmate. Lisa, not looking at the guys, embarrassed, with shaking hands began to unbutton the naughty buttons. One by one, they loosened the hem of a white shirt, revealing a strip of the girl's tanned body. In painful silence, Lisa's blurry gaze passed over the faces of shy students, gradually the loud throbbing in the ears and dizziness were replaced by a feeling of excitement and lust. All four guys stood in front of Lisa and waited for what they had been striving for the whole 1st year to happen. Gradually, the numbness let g... continue reading
Humiliation and humiliation
The whole day I was not left feeling anxious. During classes, I cautiously glanced at Olga, but she did not pay any attention to me. She never humiliated me, didn’t tease me, she didn’t even honor my outcast friends Galina and Masha with her attention. One could rejoice, but the feeling that she was up to something did not leave me. Moreover, the last lesson for today was a visit to the pool.
Every time I went to the locker room door, my knees gave way. In this place, I experienced so many humiliations that the very thought of this dressing room caused a feeling of anxiety in my heart and trembling in my knees.
My friends and I always came to the locker room as late as possible in the hope that Olga had already changed and left. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. It was almost empty inside, several of our classmates were finishing changing clothes, Olga was not there. We quickly went in and started getting dressed. The last girls gave us contemptuous glances, went out in... continue reading
Anonymous. Part 2: The Mystery Reveals
The next day, Jana tried to look strong and haughty, as always. It just worked out for her! But she honestly tried, Denis appreciated it. She somehow managed to sit, but the girl moved with some difficulty. But if she stood, then the view was the same as always. The guy just saw how he was coming up now, and she answered him: “I have no time, Zaitsev, we’ll talk another time.” As if with his mind he understood that she would not say anything like that, but deja vu was present from the cold look.
But in the meantime, you have to come. It would be stupid if you don’t come up like this for the whole day. Yesterday I walked Yana home, but the conversation did not go well along the way. Yes, then she was not up to talking, she could hardly stand on her feet. Although she preferred to stand in the trolleybus, it was apparently even worse for her to sit. It’s good that I recovered, all the same, Denis was worried about it. Yes, the guy liked what happened, but he didn’t want Yana to suffer!... continue reading