And my first woman did it all by myself, I first had only to undress. And then I just got fucked...
And with the second it was different. In the classic version.
So:
We met in June 1984, when I together with my University friends-birds, noting (with vodka) successfully passed either the test, or just a control, fun wandering near the metro station "Proletarskaya".
The birds are ravens and Vitek Sasha Sorokin.
Vitek lived, unlike us, not in a hostel on Fontanka, and not far from the tram ring that near the "Proletka" (so popularly nicknamed metro station "Proletarskaya").
We had a drink with him that time.
When on the evening, he saw off us, on tram the ring, through which we advanced, us, a car driver, warning about looming, his dangerous transport.
We stopped, skipping her, and I foolishly saluted her, taking his hand under the visor fashionable in those years cap.
The driver, a pretty girl, smiled broadly at us.
— Men! I'll go explain to her that E... Xia - don't be afraid! E... you should be happy!
With these words, I rushed to a stop where the tram passed by us slowed down.
Today I do not remember what I was talking about with the tram, to the displeasure of other passengers, which was a little this evening. We took a ride with her until the end of the shift, and together we arrived at the 4th tram Park, where we said goodbye until tomorrow.
- Go to the Frunzenskaya cafe, Veronica? - I offered after learning that tomorrow is her day off
- I don't like being called Veronica. Call me Faith.
Somehow it was very easy for me to talk to her. She was very easy to communicate, easily there were General topics for conversation, and I was surprised that, usually timid in the presence of pretty girls, there was nothing to fear, and chatted incessantly.
I'm 22, she's 21. I'm not going to marry her, but to spend a few nights together, why not? Of a sudden be able to actually get to bed?
Love it I have not experienced, but as sexual partner she is very I was welcomed. Figure, smile, soft voice... "I liked everything very much, but I did not plan a serious relationship. Even thought, well, if, after a visit to the cafe she will not give me more and I wouldn't try.
In the cafe it was developed is uncertain.
I didn't really know what I was gonna do after the coffee shop closed. I didn't have a place to take her, and I was already thinking about the next time she asked me to take her.
We arrived at her Dorm and I stayed until morning.
...
Well, not just stayed, and I was offered to spend the night, because the transport could not take me to my place of residence. :)))
The glory of the St. Petersburg open bridges in a stunning white nights of June!!!
But the room I was in for another significant hurdle. On one of the three obsharovka beds sleeping girl.
Vera whispered to me, " Hush! The neighbor tomorrow morning shift. ", and pointed to one of the beds: "Lie down there!»
Naturally, about any sex and speech could not be, Yes I am, because of his shyness and tried.
Besides, during a walk, after coffee, a few of my attempts, the urge to kiss, somehow not very confidently suppressed. Veronica, kind and responded to my kisses, but then quickly turned away, whispered: "do Not!"and we walked on.
In short, I tormented by erotic experiences, undressed and went to bed.
Sleep, as you know, did not immediately.
When I woke up, the roommate was gone. Veronica was already awake, but not up yet. I moved to her bed like I was in my underwear and started attacking.
From the bra I released her unexpectedly quickly, but then it moved very hard and slowly.
I had almost no experience. The only still the woman didn't teach me methods of conquest, and tips and stories "experienced" friends, somehow not helped.
Faith removing her bra, I began to knead and kiss her Breasts for a long time sucked-licked-through her nipples, occasionally forcing her violently to breathe and to touch his hand to his underpants, hesitated. I kept hoping the girl would take some initiative.
Men should understand what was going on in my pants erotic stories . The tension was such that to eggs was already tender to the touch. And I'm not even lying with her and just sat there, removing her blanket, and bent her head and tried to limit her resistance.
- What do you want to do? - choking on my caresses whispered Faith.
Oh! What I wanted!!! But I replied, also whispering:
— Nothing...
And tried to squeeze her left hand under the elastic band of cowards, at the same time kissing her Breasts and body and right arm trying to stop her hands not to let me this brazen maneuver.
Now I do not remember from what time I did it, and I felt her crack, which was already so wet that even the hair on her pubis was wet.
- Well, you want to too! — hesitantly I whispered. Interestingly, I was hoping to hear in response? "Yes! Yes! Take me! I'm yours!!"?
— Right now! - as they say in Odessa!
— No! No! Don't! No!
But nevertheless, I was already allowed to touch all the places I could reach.
The excitement was colossal erotic stories . My poor friend literally tore his panties, asking for outside, but for some reason it did not reach the decisive action.
Eventually my penis helped me, in a totally unexpected and anecdotal way.
I suddenly noticed that Veronica squints eyes in the area of my groin. Looking there, I was horrified to see that on my shorts, strictly in the center and closer to the elastic band, the seam formed a tiny hole, and the head of the penis as it rests on it, scarlet flesh, but not being able to climb out.
I felt very ashamed, and the erotic intensity did the trick.
- Stop! I said. You tortured me! I'm going to bed, and if you don't come to me in five minutes, I'm going!
I said it, and I knew I'd do it. In the end, there was no love there, and the passionate desire to have this appetizing girl was just off the scale!
Of course, I didn't want to leave. But for some reason I was sure that now it is necessary to gather and stomp back home.
Veronica got up, wrapped herself in a blanket and left the room. In a few minutes returned, and timidly smiling, he lay down next to me.
I already lying continued his research. Threw back the blanket, and without ceasing to kiss Vera, became a hand to pull off her panties.
First, I slipped my middle finger back into her slit, massaged her inside, and hooked my thumb on the elastic, pulled the panties down. It was convenient, and Faith helped me at some point raising her ass.
Or rather, without lifting, and when my hand was pulling her panties from the right buttocks, she seemed to have moved to the left, helping me, and when I moved the palm to the left side, she reverse movement, allowed me to take off my panties. I dragged them down as far as the length of my hand allowed me to. Further movement Verenich panties finished my leg. I foot began to push them down away, while the knee pushing her legs and leaning on the partner's whole body.
Did I think of her as a partner? I was very afraid that now it any movement, or simply tears, or shout about the help, everything will stop. I was very afraid of this, even in a time when lay down between her splayed legs. I was still in my underwear, and I had to take them off somehow!
It seems to me at this moment came up with a perfectly logical thought that Veronica already completely naked, lying underneath me with her legs spread, then probably will not worry that she will run away!
:)))
I got up on my knees and quickly lowered my panties to my knees. I did it without taking my eyes off Veronica, and she also watched my actions. At the moment when my "friend" broke out, she exhaled a little heard: "Oh!"and closed his eyes.
My panties interfered with my knees and I somehow very fast movements took them off and threw them on the floor. At this moment I saw that on Vera's right ankle, her panties were left. There was no time to remove them now, it did not allow to make fear that suddenly everything will be stopped, without having come true.
This then, in the next meeting I became more persistent and filmed them to the end, thinking that it would be more convenient without them. And during bed merrymaking at our second meeting, in a much more comfortable environment, when I was no longer ashamed of her, reached for them, she asked impatiently:
- Are they bothering you?
Apparently, it was as if it is the last Bastion, a proof that it is not immediately dealt with male harassment...
I, again leaning on the girl, began movements of the pelvis to look for the entrance to the vagina.
This is probably another mistake of an inexperienced man. What could be easier than just helping yourself with your hand? However then, it seemed to me a shame. But the entrance was surprisingly easy. This I now understand, that not without aid Veronica's, and then I simply very been happy about this circumstance, and, now already a sigh of relief (ALL!!! Did it!!!). I started rhythmic movements.
Faith did the return movement, and it increased the enthusiasm.
No wonder that having made, perhaps, only 5-7 frictions, I have thrown out from myself everything that has saved up for nearly a year of abstinence. (Masturbation doesn't count! Not the same feeling!)
Show young girl, that I shot back before than she, was, too, impossible, and I continued movement, observing its behavior.
But she had no more experience than I, as I felt nothing, and continued to perform moves that I learned from my predecessors or from friends.
The delight and joy that Faith does not just lie beneath me, but also takes part in the process, are not subject to any description.
Suddenly it sharp movement twisted out from under me, and I'm not having anything to figure out, stayed between his legs, but not her.
Did you get it? she asked anxiously.
I have long had "Everything", but it is not recognized in this!
I mumbled something, like, " don't worry, it's under control!»
And after a few movements, finished the orgasm that did not have to hide from her, and again without removing it from her member.
What you did!?!?! - she was clearly terrified.
I grumbled that supposedly have nothing to fear, but you just take the syringe and go to wash. I heard about that somewhere.
Vera, of course, ran away to perform, and I calm and relaxed, like a cat, lay in bed and waited for her.
When she returned, I asked her to consolidate the success, and met with no resistance.
Why did I describe it in detail?
I don't know.
Know that life is hard I "turn" at sex. Many serious problems earned because of this weakness. I want to remember, analyze, understand myself.
Yes and what sin to conceal: — is hard not to recall all of this gladly!