Sex Stories Confession of the roundabout

It all started with a phone call. My wife Natasha picked up the phone and talked about something for about five minutes. As I understood from the fragments of the conversation, Tanya called her sister with a kindly request. - We will save the girls? She asked me, ending the conversation. - In terms of? - I asked, wondering in my head what exactly her words could mean. - Katya is already drunk, and does not want to go home to her parents in this form! - she reassured me. Iiiii? - I stretched, presenting her drunk eighteen-year-old sister.

There was a stuffy Friday evening outside. I have just returned from a hard working week from the city back to my small village. And therefore he could legally allow himself to sip a beer on the throat, sitting right behind the wheel of his nine-naked kind. I stood on our only square in the village, near one of the two food stalls. The area, of course, is said strongly, just an asphalt platform for turning buses. There was also a terminus. It was evening, there was nothing. So from idleness, I looked at infrequent passersby. It was the beginning of the 2000s, 3 months ago I came from the army, so you know who I mostly looked out for. Girls, chicks, women, mares, and so on. At that time, we did not have the Internet, so we had to cling in the old way, with personal contact. But this was the problem. It seems like not to say about being offended: height 192, not skinny, broad-shouldered, pumped up (thanks to the army and special forces separately), dark-haired, gray-eyed, it’s not a quasimo-like face, but I’m not special in this. But here to communicate with the girls, well, in any! I start to moo, blush, blunt, the paragraph is shorter! No, I was no longer a virgin; before the army I was drunk a couple of times. One of them, a woman under 30, with a trailer, even promised to wait. But na such gave up to me? Give me a younger one, not with hanging tits.

The last events that happened to me at Sveta's apartment began to radically change my consciousness. My will was completely suppressed, and I consciously accepted the fact that I was made a girl. I decided to go with the flow and completely submit to my fate. Over time, I was even attracted to the idea that I was sexually serving guys in exchange for their silence.

One day, when I was studying at school in grade 11, a new young teacher in chemistry came to us at the school. Vyglyadela ona prosto potryasayusche - umopomrachitelno krasivaya zhguchaya dlinnovolosaya bryunetka let 30 rostom 180-182 cm pleasant krasivym golosom, zelonymi koshachimi glazami, long resnitsami, stroynoy shikarnoy figuroy, shirokimi bodrami, and krasivymi vydayuschimsya okruglostyami speredi and szadi, gratsiey dikoy koshki or pantery, gloriously And her smile - in general, we could break up any heart and cut down the direct meaning of this word. Only one look - and by the love of a man was ready to go to her feet.

- Will you, will you still do that? - the man has grown angry and has thrown the Amusement of the Fun on the table. He pressed his hand on his back and slapped on the ass. And he grins, shakes his hand - so he didn’t like the trick of the Fun! The fun came out. She laid her cheek against the table, one arm bent at the elbow and her nails dug into the wood. And the other - at first it was hard to make our way, and then, finally, stretched along the body. I put my finger on a tense knob in my pants ... And then I understood Zabava, that the eggs are man-like, ready to jump out.

I was at that time, I studied in the 10th grade, and walked with Volodya from 11 "A". However, he "walked" with me, and I was truly in love with him, for a long time, from the 8th grade. I was terribly jealous of him, constantly crying because he didn’t look that way, didn’t talk to me that way, she dreamed that we would get married after school! And he, of course, was far from such lofty feelings, and met with me because I was the most beautiful girl in school. I had a magnificent braid and already quite a girlish figure with a developed chest. I hid my love for Volodka, poured out my soul only to one neighbor, Aunt Natasha. She was an adult, 35 years old, very beautiful and soulful woman.

The story I want to tell is a kind of continuation of our adventures with my wife. Let me remind you-a married couple Eugene and Julia and the reader can find my first story about the first experience of SexWife on this site ("Dima cute I'm about to finish,let's just a little bit more stop"). The first Young lover was a guy from a nearby town named Dima. As planned after the first meeting, we never met this young man again.

After military service I moved to the regional center where I got a job in the newspaper as the trainee. Began dashing 90. And much, very much I remember from that time, but most of all how passionately I wanted love.

The roads we choose-how does it work? Here I do not take a ticket for this compartment, it is likely that nothing happened. And so, standing in line for this married couple, admiring the cool figure of a woman, I quietly asked the cashier to give me a ticket in their compartment, they say, I want to make a surprise. Please, girl,-I mumbled, making a mournful face. Otherwise, all the fun of the surprise will be gone.

Hello business was in the autumn of 2014. I sat at home resting, I'd say even missed you. My loneliness was interrupted by a phone call of my friend Yulia with whom we met periodically for sex. She called pretty drunk, and invited me to the sauna saying that I will not regret. Well, almost without hesitation, I gathered. Dobravshis to the sauna for a taxi (on the way picked up more wine), I rang the doorbell of the sauna.