Lera F.   view profile 

I got married about 8 months ago. I cheated on my husband 4 times, and every time I was drunk. I am terribly ashamed for each of those occasions.

When I am sober, I am completely satisfied, I have no need to cheat or look for something better. I can do well without it. But when I am drunk, I became a different woman. That woman does not remember that she has a husband, or, to be more exact, she does not care. She is a wanton insatiable whore any man can use (providing he guesses right).
I do not know where it comes from. Maybe I miss something sex-wise at home (although it all seems ok to me). Maybe it is the memories of the vibrator living in my subconsciousness, demanding outlet for my sexual emotions in the form other than 'family sex'. Or maybe it is simply as the saying goes: "A drunk woman has no ownership of her pussy."

First time it happened when we were celebrating the New Year eve at work. I was very drunk and very excited with other men's attention. There came that 'everything is possible' careless feeling.
I laughed too loud, flirted with everybody, responded to bold looks with even bolder ones... At last there appeared a young man who our 'relationships' began to develop with impetuously. At some stage we split from the crowd with him and went to the stairway landing for a smoke.
Maybe nothing but a couple of kisses would have happened if he had not been pretty drunk himself and hence very daring. He is a rather modest guy when sober. But then, while kissing me, he boldly dipped his hand into my panties and began caressing my clit intensively. I was all horny by then and all wet, so his fingers were more than welcome. I did not even thought of pushing him aside.

And he, holding me by the waist, without letting go of my clit, led me from the third floor downstairs to the basement. There was nobody in the building already, so we met nobody on the way. And there in the basement, he made me bend forward and just fucked me, while I was fidgeting my ass like the last of sluts. Then we got back to our company and continued drinking.
I felt terribly ashamed and embarrassed only in the morning, when I got my senses back. I took an oath to myself never again to get drunk like that, but... I have sinned 3 more times since. With different people but according to the same scenario. : - ((

Alena A.   view profile 

I cannot quite figure out the cheating thing. When Yura told everybody about me, guys immediately started paying attention to me. After his 'advertising' everyone dreamt of me giving him head. I never refused anyone! Seized and fell greedily upon it!

I tried everything I saw in the movies and more. They called me 'soska' (baby soother) in the neighborhood, I took no offence. On the contrary, I was proud of my status - guys would stand in line for me. I could pick anyone and order him about anyway I wanted - I am going with this one tonight, the other one has to earn my favor yet. Everything was forgiven to me, because everyone was crazy about me. For a long time I did not feel like having real (vaginal) sex at all.

When I went to work, I met a man much older than myself and married him. He was happy that I was a virgin, I did not tell him anything about my habits, I even made it so that he himself asked me for a blowjob. And in the meanwhile I never stopped seeing my old and new friends. Loss of virginity did not impress me much, I discover the joy of vaginal sex much later.

But I am a natural born cocksucker. That is my calling. I cannot and do not want to refuse anybody. I am crazy about it. I am familiar with practically all cocks at my work, and can even seclude myself from work with somebody right at the lunch break. Everyone knows about my weakness and laugh at me when in the middle of the working day I rush in from somewhere, grab a tooth brush, paste and run to the ladies room. Just cannot do without it, it is stronger than me.

My husband is the only one who does not know. I love him and never cheated on him and not going to (I mean vaginal sex). Never had it with anyone but my husband. So, I am not sure if what I do is cheating, but obviously, would not like my husband to ever learn about it.

Eva G.   view profile 

I got married at 17. My husband ?put an eye on me? early (he was a friend of my parents?). He is 15 years older than me, a businessman, and has been very successful financially lately.

He did not make a secret out of his plans concerning my future, but was not trying hard to court me either. All negotiations were done through my parents and they were very happy to get such son-in-law like him.
I myself just did not care much. I had no ?special feelings? to any of the boys of my age and was a kind of flattered that such a ?cool? and respected person has certain plans concerning myself.

We got married immediately after my high school exams, my husband took care of all the formalities as far as my being under age was concerned. The wedding was just splendid, I felt myself like a queen. At that moment I thought I was incredibly lucky, that my future life was going to be all bestrewed with roses. I looked at Sergey with gentle admiration, and he glared with joy too.
But already at the first night I felt that it was not going to be all roses at all. My husband knew I was a virgin and that circumstance was of great importance to him. I seemed to be the first virgin in his life and he said he would like to start his life with me over ?from a new page?.

He said his rich sexual experience would open the real joys of sex for me, and he would make our first night unforgettable for me.
But that was very different from what I expected! When we entered the bedroom, he began pulling out all kinds of different gadgets, which purpose was a mystery to me. I was expecting passionate kisses, caresses, gentle words, confessions of love ? everything I dreamt of, watching movies and reading books.

Instead he began undressing me in a haste. I saw his impatience and excitement and did not understand what was causing it. He took out several jars and started rubbing different lotions into my body. Sprayed something on by nipples and between my legs. Then took his gadgets, turned them on, they started to buzz, and began working on me with all those vibrator, asking me every minute if I felt good.
That was pleasant, but I was expecting different things. That artificial arousal was depressing and embarrassing for me. There was something unnatural in it. Sergey was excited beyond any reason, his eyes were those of an absolute nut? like the cat?s in Tom and Jerry cartoon.

After working on me for about an hour, he finally entered me and made me a woman. There was no pain at all; he sprayed some anesthetics between my legs. But that experience did not leave any emotions either, rather perplexity ? was that what they call the sacrament of love?
Later I understood that my husband was a real maniac. Except work there was a second only interest in his life ? sex. Or, rather, sex the scientific way, to be more exact.
He was buying tons of all kinds of gadgets, vibrators, lubricants and other crap from Moscow sex shops. He was eager to test all that stuff on me with the one and only noble goal ? to please me. For a while I obeyed him dutifully in all those experiments, even began to reach orgasm pretty soon with the help of the gadgets.

But I never felt grateful to him for that. Even orgasms seemed unnatural and mechanic to me. Soon I felt nothing but aversion to sex in general.
I could not help thinking that he did not see me as a human being, nothing more than a rubber doll from a sex joint, only alive. Maybe the thing was that there had been no love from the very beginning between us. Or maybe it was the age difference and totally different life interests.

So, to cut the long story, despite all those orgasms I began dreaming of a lover, or of love, to be exact. And when you want something bad enough, it always happens, does not it? : - ) I met a guy at the University. He is not the most attractive guy as far as appearance is concerned, but he is very sensitive and understanding, someone you can share everything on earth with? Before I used to judge men by their looks and success in life, now the most precious for me are emotional sensitivity and sincere empathy.

We were friends at first, then our friendship developed into love? True love, so strong that I gave myself to him completely, without any second thought. Now I cannot imagine my life without him, although I never had an orgasm with him. He is not a very experienced lover, but that is not important. It is enough for me to just lie by his side, feel the warmth of his body, see his love to me, and love myself ? sincerely and tenderly.
As for compulsory orgasms with my husband? Oh, God, who needs them? I wish I never had them at all? So, I feel no pricks of conscience about my infidelity. Rather ? satisfaction.

Irina I.   view profile 

My first man loved me a lot, I was his first woman. He kept saying that he was so happy that I had not had anyone before him, said if I had not been a virgin he would not have dated me most likely. Just imagine how important it was for an 18 year old girl that was madly in love with him (that was what I thought I was).

But everything was far from perfect. I had never had orgasm in bed with him, I mean, he had enough skills to arouse me with his caress, but failed to last more than 1-2 minutes ?in the process?.
Me, being a good loving girl, could not admit that I felt nothing with him, but held a sacred belief that maybe I would get lucky eventually and I find out at last what it is (if not ? so that must be my lot!).
Then one day I was unexpectedly sent to meet ?a friend of somebody?s friend? that was supposed to stay in St. Petersburg just for a few hours. I met a handsome guy at the railway station (older than me), and he, having seen me, stayed in the city for a month? Sasha fell in love with me at the first sight, and so did I. But how could I possibly admit that to myself, not mentioning him?

I had a boyfriend whom I loved (although there was a big question about it already) and who trusted me. My upbringing did not allow me to fall in love with somebody else in this situation. Besides Sanya turned out to be 11 years older than me and married on top of everything! I did not let him come close to me, tried to avoid staying alone with him, I was conscience-stricken. But Sasha sought after me persistently.
For several months he was torn between two cities, did not live with his family, would fly in for a single night just to look at me, sit by my side, getting absolutely nothing in return, not even an innocent kiss. Once after an attempt to hug and kiss me, Sasha said: ?You do not have to confess your love to me, just admit it to yourself and we will be fine?.
What attracted me most in Sasha ? his confidence, he was a sort of person for whom there were no insoluble problems. Everything he had (and he had quite a bit), he created and earned himself. I felt with him as if protected by a brick wall, he was a Man with a capital M, something one could never said about my boyfriend, who was a mumble. I suffered a lot, but suddenly I noticed that I was beginning to change myself, I was becoming more resolute, more like Sasha. We understood each other without words.

At last on the fifth month of our acquaintance we found ourselves in bed with each other. What I felt from his caress and kisses was a revelation to me. He was very experienced, but, most important, - he loved me and I loved him, so much that I could not imagine possible ever before.
When he entered me, I did not feel any pain I was used to with my first man. On the contrary, his movements inside me stopped my heart, my breathing, my blood and everything that could possibly stop in me! Never before had I felt such pleasure. For the first time in my life I understood what orgasm was about.
I did not look at it as cheating, because I realized that I could not exist anymore without Sasha. I just told my boyfriend it was all over without going into much explanations. He just had to face the facts ? I did not want to be with him any longer. It was a shock for him, but I did not feel sorry for him at all. I was a kind of paying him back for all the inhibitions I developed thanks to his weakness.
It is now the forth year since we are together with Sashka!!!

Katia L.   view profile 

I love sex and I love cheating. When a girl has two boyfriends and cannot make up her mind, the situation is extremely sexy in itself, when you cannot choose who you are going to date tonight? there are only 7 days in a week, so one of them will get less of me?

especially when they do not know each other, do not even guess, and both are so hot and horny? when you have to play games, keeping in mind all the time which perfume each of them likes? when they make love to me in a different way? when every night you fall asleep like a log, having barely touched the pillow, you are so exhausted, nevertheless feel horny all the time, non-stop... say when one of them proudly takes you out to the night club? and you already know a cozy corner there? pull him over there? he is surprised how I manage to find places like this everywhere? but I already was here only last week with another guy? only that time I was on my knees in front of him sucking him off for the first time in the evening, but this time I am spread out on the table, sticking up my butt lecherously, one thing in common it being my first time this night too? last time we played billiards, he talked me into it, I was wearing a tiny skirt? the whole night was on stake, I always try to sneak out before dawn?

I lost obviously, because the other one was gone for a week to another city?each night give yourself to one of them completely and get so much love and sex, that some people do not get in years? but you always have to remember where you should never go under any circumstances, which one of them likes black underwear better, and which one hates red? which of them likes me caressing his balls with my tongue, another one likes a hand job? which one likes to come on my breasts while another prefers to stay in my mouth until the last shot, and have me swallow? actually, no big deal if I confuse these things, I can be different, can?t I? sometimes when a date with one is cancelled for whatever reason, I cannot let the night get wasted? awful when I screw up myself and make two dates in one night? I have to split my time between them then, one before midnight, another one after?

and when after a long day you meet the guy, he jumps on you straight away, grabs your butt right in the street? crawl under you skirt right in the caf?? pulls you to the rest room, because he have not seen me for two days already? in a few minutes we get out of there together, so happy, with shiny eyes? no, I should not come to this caf? anymore, the waitress already gives me a nasty look? then to the movies, buy a single seat in the last row, and swear to the usher babushka that one seat is all we are going to occupy during the show? there are a few more couples like us in the theater, nobody cares for the movie, Bambi will do, all senses are concentrated in a single spot anyway, when I sit on his lap and he enters me so easily, because his sperm is still inside me from the caf?? and just hop on his lap a little bit, there are similar noises coming from everywhere, squeaking of the chair, spasmodic sigh; and explode on him biting my lip, he squeezes me so hard, nearly breaks my bones? and to hear his ?mmmmmmmm??

we are not going to see the movie to the end of course, because I am expected at another place, so I have to invent reasons and find excuses, so that he does not see me home, just get me a cab? check myself in the looking glass, shit, what a look? never mind, we will manage? only my panties will betray me, they are all wet through, will have to throw them away, pity, they were so cute, but to carry them around in a purse, soaking wet with sperm? it is even much sexier without them? and when a second guy in one night touches your butt and suddenly feels that you wear no panties? and see the bulge growing in his pants almost tearing them? only in another caf? I should not let him inside me straight away, should suck him first a bit, stroke his cock with my moist tongue, caress the whole of it, so as to make him loose control completely? actually can take him up my ass, wonderful idea? besides, he won?t be likely to put his hand between my pussy lips, but will hold me by the waist and stroke my back?

main thing is to turn myself the way that he does not see how sticky wet with somebody else?s sperm I am, but to make him want to take me in the ass, just my ass in particular and nothing else? yes, he is smart, my boy, he always understands what I want, he sticks it in so hard, that it scares me, what if he noticed something and want to hurt me now to punish?? for a few minutes he impales me with all his strength to the very depth of me? but when he comes inside me and I can make out ?oh, I feel so good with you, I love you? in his sigh, I explode like fireworks myself? and having walked out of another caf? toilet, after another glass of Martini, another endless orgasm night? falling into the bed, just barely making it home, and feel myself the happiest girl in the world? get up in the morning fresh and cheerful, run to the University, because there is a new boy in the class, with bottomless blue eyes that he would not take off me all day yesterday? probably, I should assign a night to a date with him?

Lyuda J.   view profile 

I liked my first man and wanted him, but we did not actually live together and you could not call our relationships serious. It was casual sex ? once or twice a month, when we met and he was reminded of my existence.

He had many women, but I could not satisfy my needs as easily and often ? basically I lived from one our date to another. My second man did not last long either, it was same kind of relationships ? without love. Only my forth partner was the one I loved, with whom I experienced my first ?orgasm with a man?.
I do feel the longing for him once in a while. We do not live together anymore, but we meet and have sex occasionally, although I have a steady boyfriend now and another guy, Artem, or Tema, I met not long ago on a business trip.
I was in a very miserable mood leaving for that trip: just an hour before I had a fight with my boyfriend, he did not want me to go. Never mind, we will make up eventually ? I was telling myself, - but hardly would I be offered such an interesting job as this one.
My mission was to stay at the sports training base with sportsmen from different cities and write a series of articles about it for one of the newspapers (I am a journalist). The accommodation there could hardly be called luxurious: three people shared a room, a shower down the corridor, but not that it bothered me in the least ? I was used to modest conditions having spent all my youth in Young Pioneers camps. Besides, there was a gorgeous guy residing in the room next door ? Artem, a journalist from Bashkiria. Apparently, he was not such gorgeously built as the athletes guys, but, firstly, he was way more intelligent than most on them, and I like intelligent young men, secondly, he was not so confident in his masculine attraction and did not expect me to faint at his perfection and fall an easy prey to his charms, and do everything he would want me to, and I do like it when my opinion is taken into consideration.
It was obvious that Tema liked me too: in just three hours after we met, we were already sitting on the stand together, watching the footballers training and talked peacefully. Once more I confirmed to myself that Tema was exactly what I needed: attractive enough looking and an interesting company. To get a guy like this in bed is not just physiology, but a sort of intellectual game.

I felt terribly tired in the evening, but I had to yet spend the night at the press center, composing an article on what I had seen during the day. To buck up I went into the shower. Cold water cleared my head a bit, but I slipped on the wet floor and dropped my towel, so it became too wet to use. Feeling sorry for my being such a clumsy cow, I had nothing better than to put a long T-shirt on - a substitute for a robe ? right on the naked body. The T-shirt was white, so having become wet, it clang to my body and become translucent. Pretty sexy, of course, but damn cold. I went to my room to change. At the corridor I ran against Artem ? something does happen in this life in the right time.
- What?s up? ? he asked, although we have just parted about an hour ago, not more, - You coming to the press center?
I noticed that Tema was just asking me something for the same of making me stay there longer, while he stared at my breasts, clearly on display under the wet shirt, and my legs. That was what I wanted, actually. I turned at an angle so that a dim lamp at the ceiling cast a bit more light on me, and he could see me better.
- You know, I am a little bit cold, so I go get changed and we can continue our conversation, - I said.
- If you do not mind, I can warm you up, - smiled Tema embracing me with one arm and turning the light off with another.
For about twenty minutes we indulged in kissing in the dark. If it was not for the wet towel and a bottle of shower gel in my hand, it would have been just perfect. His hands roamed all over my back, making me arch my back, at I felt that if it was to end at that point, I would not be able to sleep until the end of my trip.
- Come to my room, - I said, having remembered that my roommates went to the bar secretly form their coaches and won?t be back in a couple more hours.

Having locked the door behind us, I threw my stuff on the windowsill and hung myself on Artem?s neck, he had already managed to take his shirt off by then. His neck was tense, veins were sticking out, and when I stroked it with my hand he uttered a sigh.
His hands were caressing my breasts, mine ? his belly.
His jeans became too tight for him, so we pulled them down, leaving only his white shorts on.
His cock pressed against my belly.
Redundant T-shirt was dropped on the bed, his lips and tongue were caressing my breasts.
- Wait, - he pulled back suddenly, - I left condoms in my room?
- Never mind, - I whispered, - I am on the pill.
Tema pulled the blanket off the bed and having lifted me in his hands, put me on the bed. He kneeled by me and put my legs on his shoulders. When he entered me, it even hurt a little: I had never had such a big cock before. But after the first friction, pain disappeared and I wished of only one thing ? that he never stopped.
The first orgasm span my head, I felt as if I got into another dimension. And Tema stopped for some reason. Not understanding what happened, I began moving my thighs more, impaling myself on his cock. He did a few more thrusts and stopped.
- What?
- I am tired, - Tema breathed out, - your pussy is so tight. Let?s change position?
Now I was on top of him. That felt good, but my lack of physical training was beginning to tell ? my legs hurt a little.
- Faster, - he whispered and began moving himself in and out stronger.
I began moving as fast as my tired muscles allowed me.
We came together, I had another great orgasm, just because my thighs were so tight.
Tema held my shoulders, turned me over to my side and we kissed facing each other.

I felt his cock pressing against my belly again. He turned me over to my belly and began kissing the back of my neck and my back. I basically flew away. Then he lifted my pelvis a little bit and began fucking me doggy style. The bed was not designed for two people apparently, its squeaking must have been heard all over the corridor.
In a short while I almost lost my mind with pleasure, so did Tema, it seemed. Then he was lying on top of me, breathing heavily. I did not mind ? it was nice to feel how big and strong he was.
Having caught our breath, we began putting our clothes on ? we had to go to the press center. To make sure nobody guessed about anything we decided to go there separately, but it hardly helped ? it was shown on our faces.
Until the very last day of my trip, every night we locked ourselves in the showroom with Tema (my roommates did not go to the bar anymore, so there was not other place available for us). There is another training session coming in a couple of months, he wrote to me he would try to go. I am not sure if I would, although. I made up with my boyfriend and he does not want me to go.

Sofia K.   view profile 

I had good friends Galia and Olia at the nurse training college where I studied, we are still friends. After the first year we went to Crimea, for the first time alone, without parents. Nobody was going to control and give orders at last. We considered ourselves grown up and not needing anybodies advice. No need to lie, and tell stories of being busy studying at friend?s.

I had my first serious boyfriend at the time, we were making plans for future life together, he did not want me to go (knowing Galia :)), but, hey, what the heck!
As for Olia, we actually did not plan on taking her to us, she was too shy, but then we gave in to her begging, and she promised us not to be a touch-me-not.

There were three of those navy cadets on the train with us, they must have ?put an eye on us? already on the platform, so after a couple of bottles of wine they found our compartment. We were happy to see them, because the old guy we shared the compartment with was getting on our nerves already.
So we did not mind the company, and enjoyed the conversation with the guys. And their uniform was sort of cute. The old guy was seemingly unhappy, was really pain in the ass, so when the cadets invited us to the restaurant car, we gladly accepted the invitation.
At the restaurant the guys were obviously showing off, ordered some brandy and lots of fruit. Valera, the oldest looking cadet suggested we drank to the acquaintance. All drank, even Olia, must have been her first drink. After the second drink everyone began to really enjoy each others company. The guys were telling stories of the foreign ports they had supposedly been to, we had a lot of fun. We told them some funny jokes too. Valera turned out to be two years older than the rest of the guys, and did not seem to waste his time at all. Soon I felt his hot thigh pressing hard against mine. Soon I felt his hand on my thigh, stroking it tenderly, climbing. I liked it, I was wearing tight jeans, I did not take his hand off, on the contrary, I moved closer to him. I did not mind flirting, and Valera was obviously the best candidate. Olya did not notice anything at all, she smiled and giggled drunk.

It was already late when we got back to our compartment. The old guy was snoring on the upper berth. Olya barely made it to hers and passed out.
We tried to be quiet but woke up the old fart anyway so he began tossing on his bed and breathing noisily in a studied manner. The cadets decided it was time to leave. Galya stayed, I went to see Valera off.
As soon as we were left alone with him, he took me in his arms passionately. Pressing me against the wall, he squeezed my jeans right at my pubis. I was a little bit astonished with such force, threw my head backwards slightly, as if protecting me face, but pressed my body closer to his. He pressed his lips to mine, I responded to his kiss. He pulled up my T-shirt and began feeling and squeezing me breasts. I felt dizzy and clutched at his jacked. He was trying to unzip my jeans. I came back to my senses. I frowned and whispered: ?No, no, don?t Valera! What are you doing? What if somebody comes in??
But that could not stop him already. Grabbing me by the waist he led me to the toilet and locked the door behind us. Well that was quite a place, I tried to resist, but he jumped on me like crazy, kissing and stroking me all over my body. I realized that there was nothing I could do about it, and best I could do was ?relax and enjoy it?, as the saying goes. Gradually I got horny myself. Under the storm of his caress I forgot that I was actually in a train toilet. He was sucking my lips, putting his tongue deep in my mouth. He took my T-shirt off. Began kissing my breasts, biting at my nipples. I moaned, my body was responding to his caress. I grabbed him at his jacked even stronger.

With my other hand I began stroking his cock through the thick fabric of his pants. I tried to unzip them, but could not find the zipper. It was the first time I dealt with navy uniform pants, I did not know they were fastened on the sides, not the front. He undid them himself. His pants fell down. I found his quivering cock under his underpants and took it in my hand, began squeezing it in my palm. When he felt my hand on his cock he began to quiver. He let go of my breasts to unzip my jeans. Not letting go of his cock I helped him with other hand to unzip my Wranglers and pull them down. They were very tight and rolled down together with my panties.
I stood there naked in the dim light of the toilet bulb. I was short of breath, my belly and breasts shaking. I did not let go of his cock, pulling at it slightly. He set down on the toilet seat and pulled me towards him. I let go of his cock and set on his lap facing him. Languished with desire I was rolling my pelvis desperate for a man?s cock. When my wet pussy lips caught the head of his pulsating cock finally, I arched my back and began pulling myself on it slowly. He moved forward, grabbing me by the buttocks until I was siting firmly on his cock. He grabbed me by the waist then and began impaling me on his cock, his burning candle was all the way inside me.
His cock was so deep inside my body, that it even hurt a bit at first. He was pulling me by the thighs closer to him, my knees hit against the toilet seat. I was not embarrassed to scream and moan aloud already, pumping my pelvis on his cock, throwing my head backwards and biting lips. I kissed him on the face, bit him. My fingers clutched at his head, breasts bouncing in front of him. He was trying to catch my nipples with his lips.

He held the cheek of my butt in his hand, guiding my movements. His other hand was stroking my face, I grabbed one of his fingers and began to suck it. We were delirious. I tried to open my thighs wider as is screwing my pussy on his cock, I raise and fall, span and rotated, straining each muscle of my body. I was very close to orgasm when he stopped me because he was very uncomfortable in that position. Unhappily, I pulled myself off his cock. He stood up and having taken me in his arms from behind, made me bend forward. I was standing bent forward, on my straight legs dying for continuation of the pleasure.
He took hold of my thighs and stuck his cock inside my dripping wet pussy. There was very little room in the toilet. His butt must have been pressing against the wall, while my hands and elbows rested on the sink. My face was almost pressed to the mirror, that was some sight. :) Valera was pumping his cock in and out me, and was about to come. I felt his hands squeezed my waist, and at last I felt his crazy thrust. Rotating my thighs I pressed my buttocks against his legs very tight and felt his hot jet inside my pussy, I was sort of milking him, increasing our pleasure. Then my arms grew very weak, my legs gave way, I would have fallen to the floor, if it had not been for him. He set back on the toilet seat, and made me sit on his lap, I was completely exhausted.

Having regained my senses I asked him for a cigarette. He found a pack of Stewardess cigs and a lighter in my jeans pocket on the floor. Having lit two cigarettes, he gave one to me. I smoked deep in my thoughts. So did he happily. Having finished his cigarette he wanted to have more sex. He began kissing me on my neck and shoulder. But I felt wasted, devastated and fucked, hangover was taking over me and I did not want any more sex. Most of all I was pissed of by the little sticky stream of Valera?s sperm running from my vagina down my inner thigh slowly. The pleasure I had just felt was already gone. I felt disgusted. Everything disgusted me ? that place, his caresses and Valera himself. He must have felt the change in my mood and did not insist. Must have felt somewhat similar himself. So, having caught our breath, we parted, I went to my compartment.

Mila S.   view profile 

That unlucky first time must be the reason we eventually parted. Despite the fact that from the outside our relationships looked great, there appeared to be a crack in them that began to grow. Yes, outside everything looked romantic ? dating, kisses, flowers. But there was also bed now that I had to do as a punishment.

He could not nither did not want to learn anything. He thought his 1-2 minutes long penetration was making us both happy. He never really asked if I felt good. He must have been confident it could not be any better. Although there was no such pain as the first time, I was very apprehensive nevertheless (that feeling was associated with him now). And ? yet another disappointment every time.
From time to time he would mention us getting married, and that seemed pretty absurd to me. Subscribe to this for the rest of my life??? No, sorry, thank you very much. So, although everyone around (including him) considered us an ideal couple, I felt different. More and more I felt like getting rid of him. Only some sort of a habit kept me from putting an end to those relationships.

In this kind of mood I came to my friend?s birthday once. Normally at that sort of occasions young men had never gone after me: they were friends mostly, and everybody knew that I was attached.
But that time there were a lot of guys that I did not know ? my friend?s classmates. So, one of them, sitting across the table clearly took interest in me? I liked him too. He was not the most handsome, but, probably, the most charming. And? there was some kind of manly sexuality about him, if I can say so?
That is another topic, actually. There are very handsome men, you cannot take your eyes off them, but that is all. You do not feel like more. And there are men, who have nothing special in their appearance, but they radiate some sort of magnetism? So that something starts to bounce inside you, makes you laugh and coquette?

So it happened that pretty soon we were exchanging glances, smiled to each other, clinked glasses? Then we smoked in the kitchen, danced a slow dance? I liked him more and more.
Honestly speaking, I was already in a mood for flirting, just to brighten up the grey routine of my ?love?. So that guy offered to see me home after the party? and I felt so nice walking next to him along the streets in the warm June night after the rain?
Our hands met, I did not feel like going home at all? I did not tell him where to go, neither did he ask. :-) So we just roamed along the streets of the city and began kissing in an hour. First we just felt very good together, then passion began to grow?
Soon we began to stop for long in every dark corner. And the trajectory of our movements inevitably led not to my house, but to the park that was famous among all lovers for its wild bushes. :-)

There, in those wet bushes, at dawn, the miracle happened. Aroused by many hours of caresses and kisses, I was ready to allow him everything, but was pleasantly surprised when his hand first thing slid under my skirt and began caressing me tenderly and skillfully just exactly where it was needed. He was doing it very skillfully indeed (I wonder where he learned that? :-)) After a minute of hesitation I relaxed and opened myself to him completely ? and was rewarded big time. :-)
His fingers were doing exactly what I loved so much, sensitively responded to my every move. It seemed he was playing a wonderful tune as if my body was an instrument.
At some point he put my hand on his pants, inviting me to take part in the game. I undid his pants eagerly, in spite of the fact that I had never favored the object that was inside, to put it mildly. But that time I was really happy to play my tune with his ?flute?. :-)

Surprisingly, after I ?familiarized? myself with the object I was no longer afraid of it. And my partner continued his skillful and persistent caresses at the right spot that brought me to the state when I wanted a closer contact myself.
Soon his strong arms turned me around. He entered me from behind, while continuing to caress my clit with one hand, while another stroke my belly. And that penetration turned out to be so sweet! Maybe not as sweet as his prior caress, but I really enjoyed it for the first time!
It was a very delicate and sweet penetration? How shell I put it? It was as if he wanted to ?settle? it inside me delicately, not ?stick it in? in a loutish way.
That was the difference. A significant one. When a guest asks to get in politely, why not let him? And if he is pleasant, why not welcome him and be nice with him?

Those comparisons came to my mind later. At that time for the first time in my life I was trying to do my best to ?welcome? and ?be nice? to ?my guest? with my inexperienced counter movements:-)?
Somebody might think it cheating. In any case a lot of friends could not understand why our ?ideal couple? broke up. But for me that cheating at the dawn in the wet bushes in the city park meant a different thing. I got my ?voucher to sex?, if I can say so. :-)

Dilyara R.   view profile 

A year ago I cheated on my boyfriend for the first time. Our relationships were just great, and I enjoyed sex with my boyfriend a lot. We have already been living together and had plans of getting married in the future (and still do).

I have never even thought of cheating, although men did pay attention to me ? I look exotic, did not I :) I liked it, but no more than that. I had an inner bias against cheating. I thought (and always said so) that even if one happened to fall in love it did not justify cheating. You just have to give it time and forget.
It happened that there appeared a new guy at work, almost as young as I was. Immediately he began taking interests in me. His interest was not obtrusive, but very clear, nevertheless, and besides, I felt, it was sincere. And since we worked in the same office, I felt his attention everyday.

Soon we became close ? as friends. He became a person I shared all my problems with, both work and home ones, he was always able to listen sympathetically and cheer me up.
My new friend honestly helped me figure out men?s psychology, gave advice and comforted me. I was happy to have him as a friend, I grew to need him. When I had fights with my boyfriend at home, I was happy to go to work to share everything with this understanding person, ?to cry on his shoulder?.
However, my friend made me understand that he was not quite content with the role of a ?crying shoulder?. He was not in love with me and did not speak of feelings. On several occasions he let me know clearly that he wanted me as a woman. I saw his desire in his eyes and his words were rather straightforward.
I must say that that impressed me too, gave a kind of sexual impulses at times. When somebody sincerely and constantly wants you that much, you begin to feel your special value, become sort of proud of yourself. Willy-nilly, thought of ?what if?? kind comes to your mind.
A very abstract thoughts, because I always perceived myself as a ?faithful girlfriend? ? almost a wife. Many times I tried to orient him in the right direction, I said that our friendship was more precious than any other relationships, said I would never be able to cheat on my boyfriend ? that he should not even dream about it. He understood everything, did not insist, but I saw that he was desperate. A mixture of desire and despair ? this was what I saw in his eyes. I felt like doing something nice to him, if not what he dreamt of, but at least something?

So once, at a corporate party, when everybody was a bit drunk already, I gave in to feelings and I had an idea to kiss him. Just to kiss, in front of everybody, with a good excuse. Amidst celebration and happy mood, my suggestion to drink ?Bruderschaft? was most welcome.
Honestly speaking, I was proud of my kissing skills and even wanted to embarrass him a little bit with them. So, we stood up, drank and? I do not think I can explain it? It was more than a kiss. I have never experienced anything like that in my life. All my girlie?s attempts to kiss were stopped straight away. Confidently and decisively he took control of my lips and mouth, and in a few seconds his tongue entered me strongly and sensuously?
No adjectives can describe that kiss. For a second I even must have passed out. He entered me with such passion that suddenly I perceived his tongue as a man?s essence and my lips as female?s.
He was entering me, filling me up, caressing, teasing, stimulating. He was basically fucking me with his kiss in front of everybody watching! In a very short time he nearly brought me to orgasm, and there was nothing I could do about it ? I surrendered myself to him helplessly. That was a real sex, sex through a kiss (if one may say so). I am not sure how long it lasted. But when it ended, the whole room was in dead silence ? everybody was looking at us?
After that occasion I began to see many things differently. I still had my inner taboos, but they became more formal. I had a feeling that with such a kiss, I have cheated on my boyfriend already, so fidelity did not make much sense anymore. However, I tried to maintain our relationships within the same frameworks for a while.
But the memories of that kiss lived, I felt like experiencing it again very much. After a month I gave up and kissed him again, when we were alone in the room. And again, he did not disappoint me!

After that there was a period of madness. Passion he evoked in me fought with the sense of duty, so our relationships developed in small steps. But now I provoked him myself to do things I never thought of before.
We stayed everyday in the office after hours. Hot kisses, open conversations about sex? Once, we began talking about the beauty of female breasts, and I boasted mine (knowing very well, what was about to follow). Naturally, he suggested I show them. Just a little time earlier I could not even have thought about it, but then I undid my bra boldly and lifted my blouse? In a second he was already kissing my breasts and did it so skillfully that I melted like a shaking jelly?
A week or so passed in crazy caress. Even the serious risk did not stop us (somebody could always come in and see us!). Overwhelmed with desire we continued doing it everyday anyway, carefully listening to the sounds coming from the corridor. Moreover, I am embarrassed to say, but I was the first to ?offer him myself? ? so much I wanted it.
Just the remainders of my honesty and duty kept me from the last step. ?On top? I now allowed him everything, but did not let him ?down there?, even began wearing jeans to work. As an ostrich I buried my head in the send trying to convince myself that ?on top? ? is not yet cheating. Because the was no physical cheating (sex, or him penetrating me).
But soon came the day, when I, driven to the state of frenzy with his kisses and caresses, lost all control and let the quick movement of his hand through, under the belt of my jeans. I came to my senses only when he took me in his hand proprietary, like an owner - down there!

For half a minute I stood petrified with my treasure obediently put in the hand on the Master. And understood that that was it ? I had no more moral ground to consider myself a ?faithful girlfriend?. And when he offered me to meet ?on the neutral ground? one more time ? I went. I made the last desperate attempt to ?save my face? ? I undressed myself in front of him, lay down and invited him into the bed (as if it was my own decision).
But the truth was different. He seduced me, and I, despite my principles and understanding of honesty, gave in. The reason was pretty banal ? sex. But how sweet it was ? sex with him! That was the reason.
If, at some stage, he appeared to be worse than my boyfriend, I would have stopped all my experiments right there. But, starting from that historical kiss, he proved to be better! Much better, I should say. So much better, that I, having tasted the pleasure, gave him the pass to the next stage myself. And over and over again he was able to impress me, surprise, astound and stagger, make me want him ? despite my principles.
I do not feel sorry about it. We stayed lovers for a couple of months only. With him I discovered all sides of female sexuality in its most extraordinary and even strange manifestations. I experienced the satisfaction of a proud beauty queen, catching a look of admiration, and the joy of a lusty slut, licking the boots of my Master pitifully begging to be fucked.
We parted about three month ago due to circumstances beyond our control, I do not want to go into details here, but it was a tragedy for both of us. My official boyfriend never knew about anything. I am ?a faithful girlfriend? again now.

That affair is now a thing of the past, and is the only one I had. I do not blame myself, I would not blame my boyfriend either, saying that he did not pay enough attention to me, as women like to put it.
I think of what happened differently ? just my real Master came, the one given me from above, and took me.
I will remember him forever. He is far away now, but he is always close to me, in my heart, closer than anybody else. I think he will always stay there.

Yana S.   view profile 

It happened in summer a year ago. My friend Svetlana invited me to her dacha for the weekend. Her parents went for a vacation somewhere and were to be back only at the end of the week. And boyfriend was planning on spending the weekend with a fishing rod, vodka and friends. Without Svetlana, naturally. Just by coincidence my Serega was leaving on company business too.

I got ready quick ? took my sexiest bikini of a ?party girl? type, terry towel, 500 rubles in cash. Since there would be the two of us with Svetlana, we were sure to get drunk and go over all the little adventures we had in the last 10 years. But since we were decent girls, we would have to drink something decent as well.

We met by the ticket office at the railway station. Svetlana said:
-Hi, I bought us a pineapple. What shell we wash it down with?
- Well done, - I said, - wine, what else.
We bought three bottles of wine. Red, naturally. Moldavian. Well, and all the snacks too: some cheese, sausage, two packs of pelmeni, box of chocolates (Svetlana has a sweet tooth), a few packs of dried squid, some pears, plums and grapes (that was my idea), honey (to rub Svetlana with in sauna) and some mineral water. The rest, said Svetlana, could be found at dacha. Either in the fridge or in the garden. So, we stocked up, loaded the stuff in the railway car and went.
Svetlana set with her legs crossed, swaying her red show to the rhythm of the car wheels banging on rail junctions. I set opposite her unintentionally catching the sight of her thin white panties with shadow of black pubic hair visible through. We both have cute bodies. Actually, as well as everything else :) Our boyfriends appreciate the treasures they have, although they do not communicate much with each other. However when we all meet occasionally they look at each others acquisitions with approval. Mine once even confessed that with such a girl as Svetlana he would be happy to do ?something more interesting?. Naturally, adding that only if he had not known me, of course. Because I am the best girl on earth. I know. I believe it, sure thing. :)
Later I noticed that the guy that set next to me also ?dived? under Svetlana?s skirt periodically. His eyes were popping out. I took Svetlana?s pen (she was solving a crossword puzzle) and wrote on the piece of paper: ?The guy next to me wants you?. And set giggling. Svetlana understood what I meant. She put her leg down, set a little bit like that, then leaned backwards and spread her knees, as if accidentally. The sight was even hotter! Svetlana?s thighs are juicy and tight. As my Serega said ? ?you feel like having a bite straight away?. Between them there was a white lacy strip. The guy was impressed big time! At first he did not know what to do with his eyes. Then found out. Took a paper and pretended to read, but all he was looking at was Svetlana.
He had an obvious hard-on. He was trying to cover it with the paper, blushed. I saw it well from the side. I wrote to Svetlana again: ?He is going to come now and splash it all over the car!? Svetlana read it and set trying hard to suppress her laughter. That was how we went. His friend was sitting next to Svetlana, he was looking at my legs. He was kind of cute. But my skirt was longer than Svetlana?s. So I could not give him the same treat even if I wanted it. However, I was wearing no bra, and my skirt had a very high cut on the side. So he took turns studying my breasts and the side of my thigh ? so that I began to feel horny myself too. Even wet my panties a bit. Svetlana?s games must have added fuel to the fire.
The two guys got off at the same station as us. It was about 40 minutes walk to Svetlana?s dacha from the station. We bought some tomato juice at the station kiosk, drank some, giggled and hit the road. The guys appeared to be heading our way. They introduced themselves. They were funny guys, we did not mind. We gave them the packets with food and stuff to carry straight away. It was so hot, the sun was burning, there was not much fun carrying begs ourselves. We walked along and chattered. The guy who set next to me on the train was trying hard to win Svetlana?s attention. Svetlana laughed and flirted with him. In a word, chemistry was there.:)
The other guy, Slavik, was making advances to me. He was cute, muscular, fit ? a sort of a playboy in a word. Brown languished eyes, dark hair, short haircut. Skin-tight jeans, muscular chest obvious under the T-shirt. I a word, every sex hungry girl?s dream. For some reason I thought straight away that he would be very pleasant in bed.
Unwittingly we came to our street. Guys said:
- Ok, we will see you off to your house, we need to know where such pretty girls live!
- Girls li

- You never know, - replied Svetlana, - where do children come from then?
- Whose children? ? asks Slavik.
- Mine and Yana?s, - said Svetlana.
- Are there many? ? asked Slavik.
- Enough, - replied Svetlana.
- Are they all here, on the dacha? ? smiled Slavik.
- Here, there, everywhere, - said Svetlana.
Denis interfered:
- Ok, let?s move on, Slava, don?t you see, they have enough children already?
- Ok, but we will stop by tonight anyway. Just to have some brandy with your husbands, - laughed Slavik. Then we parted.
We made it to the house, got changed, finished the juice and went to the river. To sunbathe. It was about four in the afternoon, summer residents did not show up before 7 usually, so there was no need to hide from anybody. We spread a blanket on the sand, took our tops off and lay down in panties only. Svetlana became soft soon and seemed to doze off. I rubbed lotion into her back and screwed up my eyes with pleasure. That was our day, girls!
?A mushroomer coming back from across the river put us up. I covered myself with a towel. A bearded guy sidled and disappeared in the nearby bushes. The sun was going down, summer residents were coming. When a huge shaggy black dog with a boy on the lead jumped out on the shore with joyful barking ? we began getting ready to leave.
Svetlana went to heat up the sauna, I chopped some salad. The sun was almost down behind the tops of the pine trees, ceding place to sweet evening freshness. Not a breeze. Sounds of music and the smell of shashlik came from a distance. Smelled very well. Our mouths were watering, we envied those who was about to enjoy the meal soon, and began discussing our today?s admirers. We had a glass of wine each and both became a little drunk soon.
- Pretty boys, - Svetlana sighed dreamily like in the old movies, - and horny I am?
I laughed.
- You, Yana, smell of sex too ? just enough to lay in the sun for a short while. And I smell of sex too. My Vadim always tells me about it: ?In summer you smell of sex, crazy and merciless?.:)
I laughed:
- Mine is the same way too?
- And those boys, they were so funny, we should not have told them to lay off, really? They could have helped us in the sauna, done massage, took us to bed?
- Sure, sing us a lullaby, - I laughed, - then do another type of massage?
- Yes, and non-stop, till dawn, Svetlana screwed her eyes with pleasure.
- Ok, stop it, masseuse, let?s go to sauna.
I must mention that the window in Svetlana?s sauna was as big as a TV. By that time everything drowned in the dusk already. While I went to the old wooden toilet booth outside, Svetlana undressed and climbed on the berth. On the way back from the toilet I stopped by the sauna window to enjoy the sight of Svetlana. Slim, smooth, big and firm breasts. Curly hairs on her pubis, she cut them nicely. Mouthwatering butt. Men moaned at the sight of Svetlana?s butt. She knew it and never missed a chance to tease.
We had great time. Rubbed honey onto each other, then Svetlana - just the way she was, naked and in honey ? rushed to the house to fetch more wine. We had some more. Got pretty drunk. I was lying my back on the berth, absorbing honey, when Svetlana began to rub it into my skin, massaging me. I even moaned with pleasure. We washed the honey off and began to soap each other. Svetlana?s body was even more pleasant to touch than to sight. Two lesbians, in short. We laughed, Svetlana screwed her eyes with pleasure rubbing her breasts against my butt. Her fingers danced on my belly, caressing breasts, squeezing nipples. I really got horny. I stroked Svetlana in return, touching her between legs occasionally. She shivered each time. Although, it was a kind of joke (we did wash each other indeed), but got aroused big time too. Also, wine had its effect as well. We finished the bottle in the dressing room then the light bulb went out all of a sudden. There was light in the sauna, but none in the dressing room.

Honestly speaking I fantasized about having sex with a girl before. But nothing more than that. But then something came over me: dark, I felt horny as hell, Svetlana was breathing nearby, her wet hair tickling my shoulder. I do not know what it was, we must have turned our heads together at the same time or something else. But our lips touched. So sweetly and tenderly. I felt Svetlana?s fingers touching the inside of my thigh slightly, her index finger stroking the hair of my pubis. I opened my mouth a little, opened Svetlana?s lips with my tongue and found her breasts with my hand. I felt Svetlana?s body having a sort of cramp. Her lips were soft, plump and pliant. The tongue was brisk and tasted sweet. I had never kissed a girl before. Could not even imagine it could be so stimulating. My head was spinning around. Svetlana became bolder, felt my clit with her fingers, spread my pussy lips around it and began rubbing it.
I have a vague reflection of what follow ? I almost lost consciousness. So cannot say how long we stayed in that dressing room for. I remember Svetlana?s head between my legs, her persistent, insatiable and so hot tongue, waves of unearthly bliss, coming from below, making my face burn. My moaning and crying, when I could not hold back anymore. And my orgasms that made me see stars even through the ceiling of the dressing room?
We came back to senses in the house a little bit. Must be wine (we opened another bottle as soon as we got back), but we did not feel embarrassed of what had happened at all. On the contrary, I felt sort of guilty for leaving Svetlana without orgasm. We turned off the light and put the TV on. Svetlana laid back on the bed in her thin robe, spread her legs slightly and closed her eyes. I felt fire flaring up down there again. All of a sudden I felt so hot in my stomach, it even hurt. I kneeled in front of the bed, threw the folds of Svetlana?s robe aside and stuck to the moist little chink surrounded by slightly wet hair. Svetlana moaned. She moved her tender, smelling of sex and a little salty pussy closer to my face. Each of my touches made her shiver and open herself wider. I caressed her, bit her swollen lips, penetrating her deeper with my tongue. I really enjoyed the wonderful and very delicate smell of hot Svetlana?s flesh. I then understood men, who love those things.
Svetlana came unexpectedly. She arched her body forcefully, like having a fit. That was a very beautiful sight, I must tell you. I also come under Serega almost breaking his cock. The is no way to hold me down in a moment like that. We lay together for a short while, then got up, had some more wine and kissed each other gently. At this moment there was a knocking at the window. I stood stark naked, Svetlana in an open gown on her naked body.
- Who is there? ? cried out Svetlana scared.
- Open up, girls, we brought you some shashlik and pineapples with Champaign!
I recognized Slavik?s voice at once.
- Shit, where these ones come from! ? exclaimed Svetlana, pulling her panties on as fast as her drunk state allowed.
The guys were already tipsy. And they indeed brought some shashlik. Fresh and smelly. With rings of unions, baked in currants leaves. We had to let them in. Had to have some cold Champaign. Even put some music on.
We talked of nothing worth mentioning, laughed non-stop. Then, naturally, we began to dance. Nice and easy. They confessed they followed us. Did not leave, but followed. And they figure out that there were no husbands here. First at the beach, then through the sauna window. Svetlana was pretty dumbfounded hearing that, even slapped Denis on the face twice (jokingly, of course, Svetlana?s real punch was much harder). However Slavik was all gallantry. And I did not feel like slapping him either.
With a next glass of Champaign I felt how badly I needed a man. Kill me, but I wanted sex and that was it. Well not with Slavik, of course. I did not cheat on my boyfriend. With Svetlana then? But she did not have that thing that drove

Denis and Svetlana went outside, and we stayed together with Slavik. He pulled my face closer and began to cover it with kisses. Tender touch of his lips, smelling of wine and currents melted me. Strange, but I did not resist at all. What came over me?! Was it me after all?! But I should not be surprised really after all we had just done with Svetlana. I felt something hard pressing against my lower belly. I think there is no need to explain what it was. I wanted sex like crazy! Unbearably, like toothache or belly ache when you have your periods. And that cute guy next to me with his strong hands, broad shoulders, big sly brown eyes with pupils made wide by my closeness, shining in the dark. With the smell of a man that every woman is so familiar with. The man who wants you. The man who wants to give you joy and take as much as he wants.
?To be or not to be? spin round in my head. I am a good girl, who had never cheated on my boyfriend, and now? This is not right, I should not! But? I wanted it so bad! Never cheated? What about all my fantasies that made my heart skip a beat and fingers dive into panties. Now let it just be his fingers that dive there. Let him touch me down there! Just the thought emerging in my head, made me all wet at once. Unknown before, shattering arousal overwhelmed me completely, and the Hamlet dilemma was done with completely. In favor of ?to be?. All my embarrassment and confusion evaporated. ?To be!? Flesh wanted flesh. Just once. Just once and then forget and never to remember again. Just once to feel myself a high school student again. Just once so that fantasies become reality. Because we only life once. And at that moment I felt like being born again.
I found Slavik?s lips with mine, opened them, put my tongue deeper in his mouth, feeling his tongue. He thrust his hand under my T-shirt, caressing my back with his hot hands. Then he began to pull my T-shirt off. I caught his hands, trying to stop him:
- Not here? Don?t! Upstairs? They will be back!
Slavik took me in his hands and carried upstairs. There he put me down, took off my T-shirt gently and slowly and pressed his lips to my left breast nipple. Then kissed the right one, then the left again, pulling my sports pants down at the same time. I helped him a little bit, allowed to throw pants aside and bring me down to the thick rug on the floor. Slavik began with my belly. Tenderly, but purposefully he covered it with kisses. Then got back to my breasts. I was holding his head in my arms tight while he enjoyed my hard nipples, squeezed and stroked my breasts, rubbing my thighs, shoulders and waist. Covered my neck, eyes with his kisses, not forgetting my lips, opening them up with his tongue with tender persistence.
Then I arched my back as if trying to lift Slavik on top on me. Orgasm. Slavik sure appreciated the strength of it. He shifted his body lower, spread my legs apart and began kissing my pubis through my wet white panties. He kissed the fabric that covered my swollen lips, barely noticeable knob of my clit and my thighs. Then Slavik put my legs back together, pulled my panties down with one smooth movement, lifted my feet and threw my last defense away to show up white in the dark corner of the room. There was a moment when I thought of stopping it, but Slavik?s strong hands spread my legs apart again, lifted them, making them bend in the knees and I felt his hot breath on the moist surface on my inner thighs. The next second his lips and tongue were in control of my precious treasure. My pussy. My little chink, that can be indecently lecherous and insatiable when I feel like that. Slavik did not even suspect that he was ?my first second guy?. His lips bit my clit, sucked at my lips. It was enough for me just to let myself go and I began to toss on the rug with such familiar pleasure that drove me crazy.
Men will never know what it is like to give yourself to somebody. What it feels like to spread your legs and welcome hot and trembling FLESH inside, that opens you up, pulsates inside you, b

Slavik licked dry everything that he might to. And what he might not to. I mean the other orifice. The one below the back. I am not sanctimonious, I even like anal sex (well sort of? if everything done correctly and, most important, without haste ? I can even enjoy it). Strong and hard Slavik?s cock entered me in a single thrust. My vagina, incinerated by his caress and long wait at first attempter to withstand his push, but then yielded to give in to the new, unknown before intruder. I had never felt such a powerful cock between my legs before. To tell you the truth I had not felt any cocks inside me apart from my boyfriend?s at all. I had always thought Sergey cock to be a girl?s dream. But Slavik?
He went on and on. I came and came. My yelling, crying and moaning must have awaken the whole neighborhood. That was what I thought. I bit him on the lips and shoulders. I gritted my teeth. Must have scratched his back and butt badly. I wanted him so much. I wanted him not to stop, to fuck me endlessly and mercilessly. Between my moans and convulsions I whispered to him: ?Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, darling! More! More! More!... I want you! Please, only you do not stop!? Nor that he meant to stop. Slavik was on top of me. Slavik was behind me on his side, Slavik was under me. I rode him (actually he was holding my waist and impaling me on his cock). I stood on all fours, rotating my ass as much as I could, twisting and coiling my body, shifting it back and forth, up and down. I spin on Slavik?s cock, sucking and licking it with my burning insatiable hole, holding his strong neck in my arms and wrapping my legs around his thighs. I wanted to make him come when I wanted it, but it happened the other way. He came when he wanted, after taking me to the state of unconsciousness with continuous orgasms. Interesting, he came not where he initially entered me, presumably for that purpose.
There was a moment when I felt Slavik?s wet finger entering my other hole. The one below that back indeed. But the pleasure that his cock moving inside me was so great that I had no strength or intention to protest. For a while he worked my asshole simultaneously with vagina, periodically moistening his finger with juices pouring down my thighs. So when Slavik withdrew suddenly and smoothly and then confidently forced his way between my buttocks ? I came immediately. And he began moving slowly, accelerating the rhythm and driving me crazy. It did not hurt. It felt incredibly nice! Fabulously! I was afraid I was about to pass out overwhelmed with the new sensations. I was afraid I was about to burst, to explode with pleasure! Having come once more, I finally felt through the haze Slavik twitched several times and having strained himself, exploded. The head of his cock seemed to fill me up completely at first, then shoot several dense spurts. I felt those spurts more in my belly, as if that was where he hit me from inside?
Slavik withdrew in a smooth even movement. Having waited for my convulsions to stop, he kissed me with a long, tender, comforting kiss. We laid holding each other in the arms for a long time, he was stroking my buttocks, back and hair. I began to fall asleep, falling out of this reality. He got up quietly, put his underpants on and went downstairs. That was it. The screen went blank. So did the candles and stars.
?Next morning began with a flabby, pail, grayish Svetlana?s face. My head was splitting with headache. I could hardly recall what happened last night, it was all in a haze. But most interesting, Svetlana did not remember anything at all. Total blackout. She could hardly remember the sauna. She set at veranda, wet towel wrapped round her head, puffing at a cigarette briskly. I did not feel like sharing there and then. Maybe sometime later. However, I examined Svetlana?s panties closely. There could be no doubt: girls do not have that much secretion at night. Good thing Svetlana had been using contraceptive habitually.
In the evening I told her about some of what happened. Not everything. Jus