In 1942, the Japanese captured a small island on which there was an auxiliary airfield for the US Air Force. Among other prisoners, a sixteen-year-old barmaid assistant, Irene Gillian, was captured.
When Irene regained consciousness, she found herself completely naked again tied to a prison bed. Since the first interrogation, when one thing after another was removed from her with bestial smiles, carefully feeling, examining and pinching her body, she was completely naked. She had already resigned herself to nakedness, but the pain between her legs was excruciating. Yesterday, Sergeant Hoiku, appointed colonel in charge of the prisoners for her knowledge of the language, took her to the barracks, introduced her to two dozen soldiers and allowed her to do whatever they wanted with her. First, they grabbed her and pinched her chest, hips, pubic hair, then they laid her out on the table, spread her legs to the limit and studied female anatomy for a long time, parted her labia, put their fingers into her, pulled her nipples and clitoris. And then they raped her in turn, first one at a time, and then several at once - simultaneously in the vagina, and in the anus, and in the mouth.
The most embarrassing thing was that Irene let her own body down - no matter how she did not fasten, the sensations that came up many times were so strong that she ended up - her face turned red, her nipples swelled, she began to wave her crotch to the soldiers who raped her, and groans escaped from her mouth against her will enjoyment. The soldiers then laughed together, applauded and patted her on the chest, stomach, buttocks.
She lost consciousness several times. Then they poured a bucket of water on her, shifted her to another position, and everything started all over again. And at the end of the day, when the soldiers no longer wanted her, they came up with a new entertainment - they took turns putting their members in her mouth and urinating, and she had to swallow it. If Irene did not have time and something spilled on the floor, they beat her - on the cheeks, on the chest. After that, she was all filled with sperm and urine. Irene no longer had the strength to get up and wash, they laid her on the parade ground in front of the barracks and, turning her legs over, doused her with a hose.
It is not clear why - it is with her. After all, she doesn't know any secrets. Maybe they were wrong? Maybe all these tortures were intended for a real partisan, and not for a young girl?
God, how it hurts between the legs! And the right breast - in the evening they came up with another entertainment - they tightly tightened her chest with a rope and led Irene around the barracks on it like a dog, from time to time forcing her to stick out her ass, push her buttocks and vagina apart - they spat there, kicked her, put bottles in and forced so go to the amusement of the audience. Then they were ordered to lie down on the floor, lift up their legs and masturbate, stroking their clitoris.
God, how it hurts! Irene broke down and groaned. And as if in response to her groan, she heard the creak of the valve and the sound of the key being turned. The chamber was filled with blinding light.
“This place is not as comfortable as your former barracks, is it, miss?” - Sergeant Hoyk smiled, - All right, girl. Today you will have to undergo a little rudeness.
“B...you must help me...” she panted, “you are a soldier, sir. Please, you can't help but see what they're doing to me.
- Why "I can not", of course I can. They break you off and at the same time become completely indifferent to the screams of the interrogated women. On the contrary, today we will work for you,” Hoiku grinned.
“Today I want to show you a specially designed rape machine called a STALLION.
Gillian opened her mouth in horror.
The sergeant explained that of the women captured on the island, she was the first to experience the STALLION ("our soldiers really liked you") and that the procedure would last six hours.
- You will experience all its possibilities, - he said, - I bet you did not expect a wedding date with a car. And you know, for some reason, none of the female prisoners reacted with love to our STALLION. A date with him turned them into emaciated, gasping, squealing and rippling jelly.
- No... oh sir, no pleaseaaa...
“Maybe it’s you who will like the fact that you will be used as raw materials,” Hoiku chuckled.
Irene shook her head furiously. Her short hair stood on end.
We will break you, my dear. Communication with a STALLION will make you cum time after time.
Gillian closed her mouth. Naked, with her hips fully spread and her vagina open, she no longer looked impudent. Now the rebel in her was broken.
The sergeant leaned over and punched the girl in the face. She lay flat before him, and he saw a spasm of disgust run through her body.
"Don't look at me so sullenly," he said, twisting her left nipple.
- Oh, uh, uh, please...
She got on the other cheek and now Hoyku squeezed his fingers with all his might and began to twist her right nipple, patting her vagina open in front of him.
- I think it would be nice to beat you a little in front of our guests. You could entertain them by riding a STALLION for the first time in your life. Enough, let's go!
Tears filled Irene's eyes. How helpless, how vulnerable she was! Only a person like Hoyke could enjoy it.” Silently crying, the girl left the cell and followed her jailer.
The STALLION was placed in a small outbuilding next to the parade ground. There was nothing there but the car itself, a chair, and two large mirrors. This was done so that everyone present, and even the women placed on the STALLION, could see in detail the whole process of rape and their complete degradation.
Two officers were standing in the room talking about something. The sergeant drew himself up and reported to them, pointing at Gillian. The officers laughed. Then one of them grabbed her by the chest, feeling it strongly pressed, and pulled the nipple. The other reached between her legs, twirled the hairs a little and climbed into the vagina. Hoiku closed the door and lifted Irene up.
"Now we'll secure you," the sergeant said harshly.
Gillian wept as his hands grabbed her. The day started badly but got worse. Under Hoiku's instructions, she climbed onto the platform of the machine.
The STALLION was arranged quite simply. The prisoner to be raped was placed on her knees in two channels made of soft black foam rubber, after which her legs were tied. The channels were made movable so that the hips of the girls could be moved apart to the limit, and both the overseer and the woman herself could control the movement of these channels. Her arms were stretched forward, and each wrist was chained to a separate rack. After that, the machine was transferred to working condition.
The platform could be raised or lowered at the request of the audience for a better view. Two screws were attached to it like spurs, on which artificial members were impaled. These members could be used one at a time or simultaneously and moved back and forth at a pace set by the operator.
"Today I'll give you special lessons," he said, chaining the girl's hands, fixing her hips and spreading her legs as far as possible. - You'll get it in both holes. To begin with, with a lubricant, and then with an irritant.
Gillian was trembling with fear and weeping silently. She already knew that asking for something is completely useless. What will be will be.
Hoiku opened a small cabinet where a number of artificial rubber members were placed in special nests, and after some thought chose two of them.
- This one, - he showed her a member 6 inches long and one inch in diameter, - for your ass, and this one, bigger, - he handed her another, an inch and a half thick and 9 inches long, - for your front. Oh, how lucky you are. Soon you will be squealing with joy.
However, Gillian only continued to sob. One of the officers came closer to her, pinched her buttock painfully with his left hand, and parted her crotch with his right hand and said something to the sergeant. He took Irene by the waist and pressed her against the platform. Both selected members were already installed on her, and now they were slightly pressed against the girl's holes.
Then he raised the control panel and said to Irene:
- Let's start! - Hoiku slightly twisted the handle and the small member slowly began to enter the anus. Gillian gasped in pain as tears ran down her cheeks. He moved another lever and another member began to enter her vagina. Again she gasped. Oh God, how big they were! They could break it!
And then slowly the member began to crawl out of her anus. The other began to go even deeper into the vagina. It was the beginning. The two pistons slid back and forth at an easy pace. The two passages were threaded alternately. Gillian's teeth gnashed. She sobbed and sobbed. Oh how disgusting it was! The officers gleefully bared their teeth, patting her on her bare chest, then on her stomach, then on her buttocks.
However, Hoiku has not finished yet. Two flasks, similar to those used for intravenous injections, were suspended from the top rack. One of them contained a lubricant, the other an irritant. Two thin plastic tubes were attached to the flasks. At first, the victim was only supposed to receive lube. The sergeant brought the tube to her widely separated buttocks, bandaged the end of the tube one inch above her anus, and turned on the faucet. The lubricant began to slowly drip onto her anus, and from it to the thrusting member. Excess fluid flowed onto the cock that was busy with her pink anterior passage.
Slowly, very slowly, Hoiku increased the pace of his moving limbs. Gillian could twist and squirm all she wanted, but they would never jump out of her, there was no way she could dodge them. Yes, the car was well conceived!
After about five minutes, the sergeant suspended the prosthetic member in the anus and doubled the rate of movement of the other. Irene began to choke from these jolts, but she could not do anything - against her own will, her crotch began to move in sync with the vibrations of the rubber members, and the girl herself began to howl slightly.
Hoiku smiled lewdly and pointed to Irene to the officers. They came closer, bent down and from a distance of a few inches began to carefully study how the penises entered and exited the girl, taking with them the rim of the small lips and the folds of the rectum. One of the officers patted Irene on the buttocks, and the other, stroking her stomach, rubbed her clitoris with his fingers, pulled her breasts up to him and lightly bit her nipple. Gillian shuddered.
The sergeant noticed this, smiled and turned the lever on the remote control. Artificial members began to move faster. Gillian gasped and began to approach the climax. She lowered her head and wept. She knew that this was only the beginning - the big cock was still moving mercilessly in her and, in time with his movements, Irene's anus was torn apart by others.
- Good? Better than with the soldiers? - Hoyku smiled. Gillian could only shake her head. Her body no longer obeyed her, it was already spreading and moving her knees, controlling the movement of members and leading her to a whole series of orgasms - one after another.
The sergeant raised his hand, closed the lube tap, and turned on the stimulus. It was either a weak solution of vinegar, or diluted lemon juice. From a sharp pain in the most tender places, Irene turned purple. But the sensations from the excited organs from this even intensified. The large lips in her crotch became engorged with blood, and the lubrication of the vagina, which had previously profusely stood out, now began to visibly flow from it. The officer scooped up a handful of the liquid and smeared it across the girl's face with a grin. Her eyes rolled back, her head swayed limply from side to side, moans escaped from her mouth. Only the hips worked. They forcefully impaled Irene on the members, lifted, and impaled again. She already instinctively understood how to use her legs to control the speed of inserting rubber organs into her, and she used it with might and main. When the next orgasm approached, she increased this speed, slowed down a little later, so that in a few minutes she could again feel the approach of the next explosion.
The sergeant triumphed, and the officers chuckled gleefully. One of them patted Irene on the chest and said something demandingly to Hoyck. Then the sergeant took out from somewhere under the platform two black rubber cones, attached by hoses to the suction pipe of a small pump. A rubber ball was attached to the inner surface of each cone, which rotated when the pump was running. As a result, when attaching the cones to the breasts of the victims, the full effect of sucking was achieved - the vacuum stretched the breasts, and the balls created a feeling of stroking and licking the nipples.
This caressing of her breasts, against her will, caused Gillian three more orgasms. The fourth started. Her head was spinning, her eyes were half-closed, her breasts and nipples swelled and stretched forward, not groans, but some kind of half-strangled rales escaped from her throat. She tried to beg for mercy, but could not utter a word and lost consciousness.
Hoiku took the cones away from Irene's breasts for a couple of minutes, grabbed her nipples and began to shake them. It did not help, the girl still did not regain consciousness. Then he began to beat her on the cheeks, and the officers with a quickdraw began to whip her breasts, trying as hard as possible to hit her tender, high-lifted and strained pink nipples. Irene shuddered, her next orgasm began.
This went on for three or four hours until Gillian limply hung on the car and no actions of the coaches could bring her to her senses. But that was not all. Hoiku took out four clamps, two of which he attached to her nipples, and two to her rubber members, and turned on the current. New convulsions, new orgasms began to shake the unfortunate girl, who until the very end could not regain consciousness.

*on behalf of a girl
You will arrive in two days. If you knew how my heart begins to beat at the thought that soon I will finally hug and kiss you. Every day I imagined our meeting with you, how it would happen, what would happen, what would you tell me ....
Finally, this wonderful day has come, I will see you soon ... Long 7 months have passed, it was the most difficult 7 months, it seems like an eternity has passed without you.
I'm going to the airport to meet you, and I'm so nervous, like before the exam... I put on lace black lingerie, it looks amazing on my tanned body, then I put on jeans, a white jumper with a large knit, which hugged my figure a little, emphasizing the curves of the upper part of my amazing body, on my feet I have white flat boots, I did not wear high heels because just thinking about you made my knees tremble a little and I would not be able to keep on heels, so I decided that I'd rather be on my feet. I took my purse, car keys and a light leather jacket.
An hour later, I arrived at the Airport, there were 30 minutes left before your arrival, but they were an eternity, I walked around the airport hall not knowing what to do and how to overcome the excitement. The landing of your plane has already been announced, for some time you appear in the airport hall, you noticed me, and a smile shone on your face. Here you come to me a little more, and you will be very close, I just froze, I stood and could not just take a step. You, remembering that we agreed to kiss immediately when we met without words. You came up, leaned over a little and kissed me, my heart pounded wildly, it seemed to jump out of my chest, at first it was a little uncertain kiss, then a lot more decisive, and here we are kissing passionately in the middle of the hall, you stroke my back with your hands, touch my face, neck ... Then you hugged me and for some time we still stood like this in each other's arms and you whispered in my ear:
- Kitten, how I have been waiting for this moment ... my dear, beloved girl, I will not give you to anyone, I love you ...
It was amazing... In the end, we went to the exit, got out of the car, and drove to my house.....
On the way home, we, one might say, got to know each other anew, you told about yourself, what you were doing at that time, we joked, laughed, then silence came, it was not awkward for us to be silent, this was just a loud silence, when it’s nice to just be next to the person you love, silence was broken by your light touch of your hand on my cheek, feeling the touch, I smiled slightly, while I was driving the car you teased me in every possible way, you kissed my ear, neck, with your other hand you made your way under my sweater and lifted it a little you leaned higher and began to cover my tummy with kisses, feeling my growing excitement, you stopped caressing, and then continued, my excitement grew from your bottom touch, but I asked:
- Honey, please stop teasing me ... I can barely control myself.
You smiled slyly and stopped caressing, you sat down in a normal position, but still put your hand on my knee and lightly stroked. We were talking about something .... and now we drove up to my house ...
Entering the apartment, you took off your light windbreaker, took off your shoes, you helped me take off my boots, I took you to your room and gave you some time to take a shower and change clothes, I changed clothes accordingly, put on a black evening dress, in it my back was completely open ..... and I had no underwear, the dress did not allow such
part of the toilet.
I changed and went into the living room, where I was already covered so much for two,
I took matches and lit candles on the table, on the floor, and on the windowsill. The room was filled with pleasant warm light, I turned on slow music and went to the window. You didn't keep yourself waiting long. You entered the living room silently and, seeing me standing at the window in a black evening dress, smiled, and silently approached me, hugged my waist and covered my neck and shoulders with kisses ... you turned me around and kissed me passionately. I offered to sit at the table....
The music played, you offered to dance, I agreed, you gave me your hand and we stood up, you hugged me around the waist and pulled me to you, I wrapped my arms around your neck. We slowly followed the melody of gentle music, your hands gently began to caress my back, then you took me in your arms and carried me to the bedroom, saying in your ear:
- Darling... my girl... My good one... I love you... Let's go...
I tightly hugged your neck, unable to resist, I clung to you and my heart pounded hard ... I really wanted you ... You gently put me on the bed, and quickly took off your shirt, you approached me and lay down on top of me, resting my hands on the bed and I felt your strength, I lay silently, you kissed my face, neck and shoulders barely touching my skin with your lips, I was completely in your power; you lowered the straps of the dress (all this was accompanied by kisses) and lowered it to my waist, and then completely took it off, you saw my naked body ... taking a small pillow you put it under my head, with your one hand you put my hands behind my head , and looked me intently in the eyes, without taking his eyes off with his other hand, he first touched my face, went down to my neck, caressed her and shoulders (without taking his eyes off mine). Then your hand descended lower and lower to my chest, and now you grabbed my chest with your hand and gently squeezed, making sure of elasticity, you saw how excited I was and I was breathing rapidly, you liked to look and see excitement in my eyes, you continued to gently caress my chest, tearing a moan of pleasure from my lips. You let go of my hands, went down and began to caress my breasts with your tongue, taking already excited nipples into your mouth alternately, you gently bit them and made circular movements with your gentle tongue. You caressed my chest, and in the meantime your hands caressed my hips and stomach, you, kissing, went down to the tummy and covered it with kisses, a slight shiver of pleasure ran through me, which made me bend a little.
Without noticing how, but you ended up at my feet, you began to cover my slender legs with kisses, you especially paid attention to your fingers, you kissed them, swallowing them one by one, playing with them with your tongue, then switched to your calves and moved higher and higher, accompanying you with kisses and here you are getting close...
You parted my legs and touched my pussy with your tongue, from this I shuddered a little and groaned slightly with pleasure. What miracles did your tongue do there! I did not remember myself from pleasure, everything was spinning in my head, and a groan broke from my lips. Your tongue either rotated around the clitoris in a circle, then went from top to bottom, then penetrated inside, exciting to such an extent that I just wriggled with pleasure ... You did everything very slowly and gently, trying to deliver as much pleasure as possible. You drank me drop by drop, but to the very bottom. My barely audible moans gradually turned into a very definite cry. I have never experienced this with anyone. After a while, I strongly bent over, a powerful discharge ran through my body to such an extent that I shuddered violently and bit my lip. You were distracted from your occupation and began to kiss me passionately on the lips. Our tongues intertwined in a dance like two snakes, you stroked my hair and neck with your hands, whispered tender words to me. I couldn't wait any longer, my arousal grew, and I just begged you...
- Roma... dear, come on, I want you... I can't take it anymore... don't torture me...
You lay on top of me and very carefully entered me, I wrapped my legs around you, and began to rhythmically enter me to the full length, a cry escaped from my open lips and I began to move at the pace of you, approaching the point of highest bliss, I grab your back with my hands, waves of orgasm roll over me, I could not help moaning, moaning pleasure. From strong excitement, I dug my hands into your back and left small marks on your back, we finished almost at the same time...
How good I felt with you.
We spent the rest of the night in bed lying against each other and talking about everything in the world, it was so easy and pleasant for me to be with you, I have never felt such tenderness for anyone, I wanted to be with you, touch you, feel your kisses, love and be loved by you. You opened a new world for me where I felt loved and protected by you. Then you hugged me, I put my head on your chest and you stroked my hair... I fell asleep in your arms. In the arms of a loved one.
Each subsequent night spent with you was bliss, I gave myself to you all, trusting you.
I LOVE YOU!

Completely lost in my life. I don’t want anything ... Some psychos and tears remained.

The problem is my husband. More precisely, not even in him, but in our intimate life with him. We haven't had sex in over a year. And not because they fell out of love with each other or he doesn’t want me. The problem is different - he used to be very sick and he was prescribed potent drugs that have such a side effect.

At first, I did my best. I tried to understand, I expected that there would still be ... But there was no sex for more than a year! It's hard for anyone to bear. I have so many resentments against my husband. It’s like I understand that he’s not to blame, but some worm of doubt keeps saying that he could have been treated better, that he doesn’t really want to change something, that instead of traditional sex, he could make me feel good in a different way ... Once loves.

Against the backdrop of all this, my husband, for no apparent reason, declares that if I cheat on him, then he is ready to forgive! So sad to hear that from him. How could he even come up with something like that?! Instead of changing something in our relationship, he "magnanimously forgives" me for what I did not do.

It’s already hard for me, he’s still here with his mistrust. We live like strangers, attraction is zero, kissing is kept to a minimum, it all comes down to the usual "eat - sleep - make money." We don’t have children either, and I, with this situation, am not sure that they will ever appear. Now also this.

Tired. I want a normal life, attention, family. I understand that all this would be if she got divorced. I just want to be with him… And how can I leave him?! My head is spinning with thoughts… What should I do?!

I regret that I did not go to my lover

I cheated on my husband. Many times, with the same person… I don’t feel any remorse, except perhaps pity for my spouse.

I married him not so much for great love, but because I was no longer young. Well, of course, I really liked him at that time. But with the beginning of life together, everything went down the drain. Indecisive, soft-bodied, always sitting on the couch in front of the TV ... All he could do around the house was take out the trash and occasionally go to the store! Zero attention to me.

At first I suffered, tormented myself with all sorts of stupid thoughts. But then Maxim appeared in my life, a man completely different from her husband. The new acquaintance turned out to be a sociable, cheerful and very active boy, and soon we began a romantic relationship with him.

I then just flew on wings. I haven't had this yet! I spent all my free time with him - we even rented a common apartment, especially for our meetings. With him, I finally felt like a woman!

After some time, Maxim began to insist that I move in with him. But I didn’t dare to leave my husband, although at that time my husband seemed to me just a roommate - we even slept on separate beds ...

Everything was resolved by itself - my husband decided to check my phone, which he had never done before, and read the correspondence with his lover. There was a "debriefing", during which it terribly cried and begged to stay with him! My husband's tears evoked a storm of emotions in me: pity, disgust for myself, disgust for the fact that he does not behave like a man, but simply cries!

So, I didn't leave then. I could not. And Maxim ... Maxim stopped "waiting for the weather by the sea." Now he lives with another girl and probably doesn’t even remember me! He didn’t even pick up the phone when I wanted to congratulate him on his birthday ...

How I regret not leaving! That she stayed with her husband and was afraid to leave her usual life. Is this for life? My husband did not pay more attention to me, except that now he suspects of all mortal sins. And I'm generally going crazy, I constantly think about Maxim. It's like I'm living a parallel life with him. And I regret, I regret what I didn't do!

Husband wants to be a swinger

Let me start by saying that I love my husband very much. She has been married for seven years, but her feelings for him seem to have become even stronger. Unfortunately, he cannot respond in kind. He constantly lacks something - he is always looking for some new sensations, emotions. So our relationship, apparently, has become boring to him ...

For a very long time, he has been trying to persuade me to meet with another couple for "sex communication"! Only I am completely against it. Terrible! I can’t even imagine how it is possible to do this foursome. Or watching my husband do this to a complete stranger... I don't think it will strengthen our marriage or our feelings.

And he already “lives” with this idea. Registered on all sorts of sites, corresponding with swingers on behalf of the two of us. Often I find links to porn sites in the history of his browser ... Viewing such videos, apparently, excites him more than a living wife.

I don't understand how he can even allow such a possibility. Does he really care with whom I will have sex, with whom I will cheat on him?!

What is not enough for him? I am ready for any experiments, if, of course, they concern the two of us. I never refuse him sex, I support his intimate fantasies. But this ... This is already too much! I hope that he will soon be allowed, because I definitely will not agree to such a practice.

Not satisfied with the amount of sex

I grew up in a strict, conservative family. Parents, in fact, forbade me everything - I didn’t go to discos, after school I went to the art school, then I did my homework. Maybe that's why, when I went to college and moved to live in a hostel, I wanted to try everything that I was deprived of.

In my first year, I had a boyfriend. I kissed him for the first time, had sex for the first time. But, unfortunately, our relationship did not last long. He traded me for an older girl. And for a long time I could not come to my senses, could not trust people. Therefore, tying up relationships with guys, she also quickly ended them. Sometimes it seemed to me that it was easier this way ... That it was better to have an open relationship, constant sex and no worries.

I understand that I was wrong. And my way of life could not lead to anything good. What could a guy give me for the night?! Who was I to my partners? I'm ashamed to even think about what I did out of my stupidity. And what could I do...

But then I met my future husband, a savior. Somehow, everything quickly started spinning with us, and now we have already played a wedding. I thought I could change. For him and our future family. I tried to create comfort in the house, did not answer the calls of former “fans”, did everything to become that good girl that my husband saw in me. But she received almost nothing in return.

It seems that he was not looking for a woman, not a future mother, but simply a cook and a dishwasher. It manifested and manifests itself in everything! He doesn’t want to kiss me - either his head is full of work, or he is running somewhere. He is not interested in my affairs, the affairs of my parents. But the most important thing is that we practically do not have sex. I can walk naked in front of him for hours, but he won't even look at me!

I don't consider myself a nymphomaniac or anything like that. But sex once a week or less… For a young couple… It's not serious at all. This may suit him, but I have to dream for weeks about an orgasm, which has become generally something difficult to achieve ... After all, after such a week of abstinence, the duration of sex, alas, is not even 10 minutes.

Is that how all couples live? I don't even know which is worse, what was before or what is happening now. Every day this life, without attention, intimacy, kisses and dates, weighs more and more. Now I'm not even sure if I really love my husband...

My wife doesn't want me

My wife doesn't want me anymore. Yes, I heard more than once from friends, read about this - that, they say, women, in principle, have less need for sex, that a husband and wife may not have the same days when they want each other. But here everything is different.

She doesn't want sex at all anymore! Earlier, just a month or two ago, she gladly accepted my invitations to sex, and I saw that she really liked the process itself. She tried to move actively, she constantly invented something herself ... Now she can’t even see me naked! It is unpleasant for her if I stroke her, hug her, try to kiss her. She became completely cold.

At first, I didn’t ring all the bells: well, this is a woman, you never know what could be - hormones are there or just a temporary loss of “appetite”. Yes, only recently she, in all seriousness, without irony or resentment, told me that if I really needed all this, I would get someone for myself, and leave her alone.

Well, how is it?! She's only 24, she's 5 years younger than me. It can't be age, then what is it? Maybe something is wrong with me ... I'll never know.

ashamed of my boyfriend

I know it's stupid, but I'm ashamed of my body. Before, I somehow had a normal attitude towards my figure, considered myself quite pretty and attractive. And I had no problems with the opposite sex.

Now I live with my loved one, and it would seem that everything should be fine and wonderful. But all my confidence disappeared somewhere. I don't feel beautiful anymore, I don't feel like he really likes me.

Recently, he constantly criticizes me, says that I am too thin, and this is not sexy. He started making jokes about breast size. Yes, I know, I’m far from top models with a gorgeous bust, but is it really that bad?! In addition, after work, he is in no hurry to spend time with me. He sits down at the computer and climbs through some erotic publics in the social. networks ... As soon as I approach, it immediately closes all the tabs and pretends to be very busy with something.

Now I have a lot of complexes - I'm embarrassed to walk naked in front of him, I'm afraid to have sex. With the light on, if he starts to pester me, I can’t think of anything else than that he will again see my imperfect body, small breasts, protruding collarbones ... Because of this, we have very little sex, and pleasure I don't get any from him.

Why does he even need me if he thinks I'm so terrible?! It hurts so much to listen to all these attacks about my appearance and see how he looks at other girls ... There are no more caresses and tenderness in a relationship - it's all over. And sometimes it seems to me that nothing good will come of us. He doesn't love me as much as I love him.

Wants only oral sex

My boyfriend and I have been living together for quite a long time, and we had some problems in sex ... More precisely, I see problems. Everything suits him.

The catch is that he loves oral sex very much - he constantly asks to please him. At the same time, he does not think about me at all. It turns out that only he gets pleasure in sex, and I don’t get an orgasm for weeks!

Although I have to admit, I used to like it too. I was excited just because he felt good. Moreover, then there was always a normal, traditional continuation. And now, it seems to me, he does not want regular sex at all. It happens only when I strongly insist. And in one position - I'm on top! It's like he's too lazy to move.

How tired I am of this! Tired of begging for sex. Tired of falling asleep unsatisfied. I don't know what to do in such a situation. Seems like it's not a problem at all. The guy does not go to the left, he helps around the house, he buys things ... At the same time, everything is in order with potency. But I can't be happy with him.

Husband cooled down after joint birth

My lover avoids sex. After the birth of the child, he completely ceased to perceive me as a woman. Although he says that I'm thinking of everything ...

Well, yes, she is babysitting, taking care of me like never before. But this is not all! When it comes to intimacy, he “merges” somewhere or tries to fall asleep sooner. If earlier we did this almost every day, now once every two weeks is already progress.

I myself am the first to show the initiative, then I will snuggle up to him, then I will start stroking him ... I bought beautiful underwear, I keep myself in shape, even though I gave birth. But it's not like that for him. He is not pleased that I stick to him. Then he wants to sleep.

I don't know, maybe I'm winding myself up, maybe it's postpartum depression or something like that. But it seems to me that after I became a mother, his attitude towards me changed dramatically. Love does not manifest itself in the same way as before. Instead of long kisses and hugs - a kiss on the forehead or cheek, and that's it!

I don't know why he changed so much. Maybe due to the fact that he was present at the birth of a child, he stopped perceiving me as a woman .... So he wanted it! And it seems to me that after this he should, on the contrary, love me more, and not avoid me.

Because of this, I just go crazy. Turned into some kind of slob - roar all day long, while he is at work ... I feel unnecessary, not sexy. But when I try to talk to him about it, he starts to repeat that everything is in order, he just gets tired.

I hope he gets through it. Maybe he needs some time to get used to his new life. In any case, I want to believe it.

My husband disgusts me

I love my husband, I love him very much. He is simply wonderful man. Always help and support. If I suddenly get sick, he is always there. And he will cook the broth, and wash things, do everything around the house, just so that I don’t strain.

After work, he meets, gives gifts, well, in general, everyone is good, except for one. He doesn't care at all how he looks. And it would be fine if he didn’t shave for weeks and wore old things - this is still tolerable. But no, he is rapidly gaining weight ... As if he does not see these hanging sides and chest. Because of the extra pounds, he sweats a lot, so no deodorants help. And I have to endure it!

I completely lost my sexual attraction to him. As a person I love, but as a sexual partner I do not perceive at all. Well, how can such a man excite?

On top of everything else, he got into a terrible habit - not to close the toilet door! Like, what I didn’t see there ... But I’m disgusted by this. I remember him quite differently. I want something completely different!

I persuade him to go on a diet - it does not help. He argues his refusal by the fact that a man should eat well. He doesn’t want to go in for sports, and he has a corresponding job - he sits at the computer in the office all day ...

I have no idea how to get out of this situation. I understand that it is not right to quit because of the extra weight of a person. Well, on the other hand, what kind of relationship can we have if he annoys me more and more every day? So no love is enough!

Husband's weird fun

I heard from many acquaintances and girlfriends that their husbands are sitting in all sorts of public places on social networks and other "hot spots" in order to find a mistress, meet someone or just discuss photos of half-naked girls. In principle, I even admitted that my faithful is capable of something like that. And indeed, recently I accidentally saw that he was on a dating site, but ... under the guise of a girl!

He created for himself an absolutely female, so-called fake, profile. On "his" photo, he put a tanned blonde doll. At first I thought that this was the profile of some girl that he had already managed to pick up, but after clicking a little on the open site, I realized that he was writing on her behalf. He communicates with men on the Internet!

To be honest, I don't even know what to think. It never seemed to me that he had a tendency to homosexuality, but here it is ... Maybe he just has fun? Well, for the sake of laughter, he meets guys, communicates with them. But why would he? I do not understand!

Road poles rushed around bringing with them some sense of anticipation of freedom and joy for life. I was going to the resort, I wanted something, I wanted the sea, wind and noisy seagulls on the sand. It was fresh and joyful.
Everything was left behind - the house, the native streets, the boulevard that had grown up, and the bustle of the city. I was driving to the sea. The company was left behind, songs with a guitar on the boulevard, light songs already sung a thousand times, disappointments and joys a sip of cold beer; the insane chant of friends of simple motives, tired evening passers-by, and just people whom I thought I had seen all my life are the same. Something was still breathtaking and carried forward, away from the fleeting pillars of the road.
You know that feeling when, after tiring hours of driving, you see the outlines of the sea, huge, bringing hope and joy.
Strange, but for some reason, when you leave the city, you still do not feel completely free, there remains some kind of attachment to everyday life. A completely different feeling comes when it's time to return.

Hello, I said to the girl sitting on the sand heated during the day - I like your hair, and you, in an idyll with all this surroundings, - You look like a mermaid, a sea dweller, and I like being with you now.
She smiled sweetly .., easily, as strangers usually do when meeting a new person. I was glad, warmth swept through my body somewhere deep into my heart and, probably, remained somewhere in the depths of my soul.
We just talked, spoke in a simple language about simple things - about the sun, about the air, the sky, the sea. All these words gradually made me a primitive man, a particle of nature. Environments without worries and all the hustle and bustle. I was calm, relaxed. I rested.
I touched her golden hair, thousands of delicate creatures that someone must have loved, someone who was left there in the turmoil and dust. But it was just us, me and her. And this could mean only one thing - that we are both free and completely calm. We enjoyed life, enjoyed nature, enjoyed ourselves as a particle of this very nature.
It seemed to me that I was in love, I am a strange person, and therefore I fall in love with everything beautiful and warm in relation to me.
Gentle kiss. Light and fresh, warm. I touched her body, it was elastic and warm, fresh and very tender, pleasant, it was like in a fairy tale.
Light summer clothes always give us tenderness, beauty and an insane feeling of falling in love. I bowed to her like a prince in a fairy tale, I kissed her body, it seemed to me the most beautiful creature in this world. She also timidly touched my body, threw her head back and light hair for a second developed in the air, striking with its lightness and perfection.
I felt every part of her body, I felt her gentle touch on my body, it was so nice that it's impossible to say how simple it is without feeling it all.
She slowly wrapped herself around me like a mermaid, I felt that I was already licking on the warm sand, and there - at the top of the thousands of twinkling stars that we so rarely notice in cities.
And then I felt a slight tickle, my breath took over. I felt like something soft and warm touches my penis, wraps around the head and gently sweeps from the bottom to the very end. I leaned back, I was just not where I thought it was, it's hard to tell if I was at all at that moment.
I looked at this lovely creature. Her sweet lips swallowed my cock deep into themselves, sweeping along the trunk to the very base; then back, and at the end they sweetly slid down on the head and the pink tongue repeated circular movements around the base, then again to the bottom, .. even deeper and further ... It seemed that she was delighted with this lesson no less than me, I felt how she starts up . She began to moan, it was strange to hear something else besides the sound of the sea and the wind. She sucked my dick more and more with great desire, it seemed that she wanted to suck me all out through a huge head that could hardly fit into her plump lips, fell into her mouth and there a crazy tongue made thousands of movements around her.
I felt that I could not stand it for a long time, she also understood everything perfectly and with great diligence gave me a blowjob. There came a moment when I and she knew exactly what would happen next, she abruptly thrust my cock deeply into her mouth, a few passionate movements and I felt a river of sperm pour out of my accumulated head - she did not have time to swallow it, sperm flowed from her mouth along the trunk , she swallowed again and shoved it even deeper. She sucked every last drop out of me. When she raised her head and kissed my navel and belly, a stream of sperm was pulled from her mouth over my body, she once again walked with her skillful tongue over my cock ...
By this time it was already dark. She was sitting next to me. I felt like I had known her for a thousand years.

I love my job. To be honest, I'm not blunt. Who else, except a doctor, can afford to talk so shamelessly about the most intimate? Ask and find out such things that will be enough for a book for the anxious. Most of all I like to bring work into my personal life. Play your profession. I remember how the idea to play doctor and patient came to my mind. I was waiting for my boyfriend from work. Dimka was delayed again, overtime. The thought flashed to throw a scandal, but flew by. It is better to arrange a mischievous game.
I undressed and stood under the warm jets of the shower. I felt them all over my skin. Pleasant excitement ran through the body. Exactly what you need. Stepping out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. A stunningly slender and sexy girl looked at me, straightening her shoulders and proudly tossing her head. Challenge burned in her eyes. I winked at my reflection and put on bright red lingerie. This color alone led to ecstasy. I woke up very frank and obscene thoughts. Too easy. A snow-white robe lay over the bra, almost half exposing her breasts. Why fasten it: I have nothing to hide, and I don’t want to. Openwork lace panties pleasantly cling to the body, caressing. I close my eyes for a second, anticipating my benefit performance. Sweet shiver on the body. I'm ready. On the neck is the pleasant weight of a stethoscope.
Doorbell. As soon as Dimka sees me, his eyes widen.
“Risha,” he only exhales, rushing towards me. - You.
I don't let him continue. I put the stethoscope around his neck like a collar. I pull him towards me. Our lips meet in a kiss. His tenderness penetrates my passion, they are intertwined in the struggle. His lips awaken a maenad in me. He takes his eyes off me for just a second. He pulls off his shirt. She falls to the floor in a blue cloud. I hug him with my leg, unite the heat of our lips again. He squeezes me in his arms, his heat penetrates into my blood.
“You obviously need a doctor, Dmitry,” I smile at the desire in his eyes.
- Undress, - my voice is like an order and a plea, like a mink glove and a cattle driver's whip. He hastily pulls together what still separates us.

His body in all its beauty is in front of me. Want.
I beckon him with my finger. A cold stethoscope touches his chest. His pacifier. Below. Below. There is no longer audible tones of the heart and breathing. Only unbridled passion seething in the blood of my beloved man. I discard the symbol of my profession: we no longer need it. Dimka pulls me close. I pull away and place my lips on his neck. The salty taste of his skin. The joy of his pleasure. I hug his nipple with my lips. I pull myself in. He groans, running his fingers through my hair.
- My beautiful Risha, - reaches my ears in between caresses and his cries.
"Lie down, patient," I order. Dimka obediently lays down on the dismantled bed. Without thinking for a second, I saddle it, feeling like a furious horsewoman with a cloak fluttering in the wind. There is silent admiration in my boyfriend's eyes. I bow to Dima's face, run my finger along his plump lower lip. He reaches for me, but I don't let him get up. I press his outstretched arms, putting my palms into his, and with languid tenderness I run my tongue over his lips. I touch his lips with mine. Teasing, barely. His brown eyes glow, pupils dilated to the limit. Dima lets out an animal growl, and a second later I find myself under him. What a hot body he has, how this heat turns me on. His strong arms sit me down, his beloved lips press against my shoulder. I feel his hands sliding down my back, unbuttoning my bra. A fresh breeze from the window caresses my breasts. Dima carefully lays me on the pillow. I am no more. Like him. Only the touch of his warm hands, full of tenderness. They don't knead me like a baker kneading dough. Gently and carefully, he caresses my breasts. Only pleasure. Nothing more. He kisses the nipples - and they swell, asking for the heat of his lips:
I don't remember anything else. Only a piercing delight from the love and passion of this man. From the warmth of the beloved body in which I woke up in the morning. His touch to my face in the light of the dawn sun was like a blessing from God. My head rested on his shoulder. Dima touched my temple with a kiss, pressed his cheek to the hair:
- I love you, Risha. Thank you.

Vetlana went home in a bad mood. Her husband had been acting strange lately - he avoided intimacy, was annoyed. At first, Svetlana decided that her husband was in trouble at work, but her husband said that things were going well. Yesterday Svetlana decided to have a serious conversation. She asked her husband to be frank. What she heard just blew her away.
The husband told Svetlana that he was tired of the monotonous classic sex. He wanted new thrills. But he is not sure that Svetlana will agree to his proposal.
The proposal was as follows. Svetlana must for a while obey her husband in everything. Follow all his orders, desires and whims. Even the most unusual ones. “Then,” the husband said confidently, “our feelings will flare up with renewed vigor.”

Svetlana loved her husband very much. She was ready to do everything so that harmony would come in their family life. She did not ask in detail what her obedience would be. She simply promised that she would do whatever her husband wanted.
In the morning, Svetlana woke up from a slap in the face. Grasping her reddened cheek, she jumped up and saw that her husband's face was dissatisfied.
- Lustful whore! How dare you sleep when your Master is awake! On knees!
Svetlana already wanted to be indignant, but then she remembered the agreement and silently knelt down. The husband abruptly lowered her head to the floor and put his foot on her head. He suddenly turned from a gentle spouse into an evil master.
- Remember, Bitch, now you are my thing. Any disobedience will be punished. Otherwise - a divorce! Now remember the rules. And he handed her a printout with the rules that a slave must follow. There were many rules. But Svetlana realized that she needed to follow orders unquestioningly and then everything would be in order.
It's been 3 months. Svetlana mastered the rules in 3 months of training, and now her every step was connected with pleasing her husband, whom she now called only “my Master”.
In the morning she got up early, cooked breakfast, put herself in order, and then sat down on her knees and began to wake her Master with kisses. Kiss in the morning she was allowed only member.

The master woke up. Member hardened. Then he just roughly fucked Svetlana in the mouth, filled her face and mouth with sperm. Sperm was not allowed to be washed off. Svetlana walked around the house, down the street, shopping. After that, the owner went to the bathroom. Svetlana sat on the bottom of the bathtub, taking on her body a jet of golden rain. The owner gradually wanted to teach her to drink his urine. He started with the body, but then the jet rose higher, fell into the open mouth. Svetlana swallowed. She was already used to this procedure, thanks to which there was less sperm on her face.

Then the Lord went to breakfast. During breakfast, Svetlana sat on the floor at the feet of the master, trying to guess his wishes. She was either kissing his feet or sucking on his cock or licking his toes. Her master could throw her a piece from the table, which Svetlana carefully took with her teeth, like a dog. Her bowl was in the corner. The owner liked to watch Svetlana lapping from the bowl, having swung her butt off.
Every morning, her husband told Svetlana what name she would have for the day. These were such names as "Nipple", "Creature", "Hole", "Bitch" and others.
This morning, leaving for work, her husband announced to Svetlana that a surprise awaited her in the evening. He ordered to lay a gala dinner in the living room, put on jewelry, make bright makeup

And a haircut. Svetlana was delighted. She decided that her husband was tired of using her as a slave and today he would announce that everything would be the same. But she was embarrassed that the table should be laid for 4 persons. And the fact that she should meet her husband in her usual outfit - a slave (naked, in a small lace apron), kneeling.

By the evening everything was ready. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Svetlana knelt down, preparing, as usual, to lick her Master's shoes. The husband entered, and with him three of his friends. Svetlana knew two. They often talked, the third was her husband's business partner. Svetlana was dumbfounded. She fulfilled all the whims of her husband, but believed that this was their secret. But then her husband jabbed his boot into her face. “The whore did not expect that today she has many masters! I'll bring her to her senses now!" Laughing, he said to his friends. And he explained to Svetlana that all his friends - today will use Svetlana, as they please. Svetlana had no choice but to obey. She licked the shoes of all four men, then led them on all fours to the table.

The men could see all the intimate places of Sveta. They made dirty jokes about her. While the men were having dinner, Svetlana sucked everyone's members in turn under the table. Men noticed that the slave was brought up very well. But the husband warned that this is only the beginning. He told the guests that Svetlana can be used as an ashtray, toilet bowl, toilet paper, and most importantly - a machine for sexual entertainment. All evening Svetlana served three men. At first, it was used by three people at the same time, constantly changing places. Then the men became interested in how many members each of Sveta's holes can take at the same time. They managed to put her on 2 dicks at the same time, put 2 dicks in her mouth and fuck her. Swallowing another portion of sperm, Svetlana thanked her tormentors for the "pleasure" that she allegedly received.

The husband did not take part in the orgy, he filmed everything on camera. Sometimes, he spat on Svetlana's face, calling her a lustful bitch. He announced to his friends that now that Svetlana is ready, he would like to make a film about the dog's wedding. First, according to the scenario, a flock of males will run after Svetlana, then the winner will become Sveta's fiancé. A marriage ceremony will be held, and after the ceremony, a mating ceremony. Svetlana will be wearing a veil so as not to break the tradition. Guests will be invited to the ceremony to watch the marriage copulation. In the meantime, the guests continued to have fun. They decided to play hide and seek. Blindfolded, Svetlana had to guess which of the guests was fucking her in the mouth. After several long hours, the men finally left Sveta alone. They expressed admiring comments to the husband and arranged a new meeting.

Svetlana was on her knees. She kissed the feet of all the guests and thanked them. Her whole body was covered in semen, all holes were filled with liquid.
After the guests left, her husband flogged Svetlana for "treason". And called a prostitute for the night. “You understand that now it’s disgusting for me to sleep with you,” he said to Sveta. All night Svetlana not only watched her husband's love games, she prepared their genitals for intercourse - licked, sucked, and after the act - licked the prostitute's anus and vagina. When the husband finished the prostitute in the mouth, she spat out all the sperm in Svetlana's mouth, which Svetlana swallowed.

Hello. My name is Sasha. I am originally from St. Petersburg, but it just so happened that at an early age my family moved to live in a small town in the north near Tyumen. I will not specify a specific location. This may seem funny to some, but I do not want to embarrass the only one who is the heroine of this story if she suddenly stumbles upon these lines. I changed her name and my own, as well as changed some details. And I decided to tell about what happened because, four and a half years after those events, I was more and more overcome by a feeling, if not guilt, then some kind of dissatisfaction with my inaction. After all, this happens, perhaps, once in a lifetime and in the life of only one person out of ten. Perhaps I am exaggerating and in the future I will be able to verify that this is not so. But if I don't get it all down on paper, the emptiness inside of me will continue to widen.

As mentioned above, my childhood was spent in a small town N. Since at the moment I live in a metropolis, I can safely compare my provincial life with urban life. The first has its advantages, but, of course, its disadvantages. The good nature of people can be attributed to the advantages of provincial life. And this is not surprising: 7 thousand people live in the town, and your address does not indicate the street, only the house number. Everyone knows each other, and any, even a minor incident, cannot go unnoticed. Unfortunately, from this main, in my opinion, plus, follows the biggest minus - the restriction of freedom. It's the limitation. If any incident occurs that can tarnish your reputation, then your life will change for the worse. Because in a small town there is nowhere to go, and good nature can turn into hostility.

At that time I was almost seventeen years old. The last year of schooling, by the way, the only one in the entire settlement, did not promise any surprises, and then a completely different life awaited all of us. Someone will go to study at a university in big cities, someone will go to a military school, etc. Despite the fact that it was April, I did not think about all this, but only calmly prepared for the final exams, which have the disgusting name of the Unified State Examination.
Her name is Nastya. And she was then 34 years old. Even in this story, I do not want to call her by her first name and patronymic, because for me she will forever remain Nastya. I didn't know a better teacher, and probably never will. She taught physical education at our school. For some, the subject is not particularly important, but not for me. I try to lead a healthy lifestyle, my hobby since elementary school is running.

I remember in the third grade, when Nastya had just started working at our school, for the first time I felt this unusual feeling that you experience when you look, as it seems to you, at an angel. It wasn't love, of course not. It was a sincere admiration for beauty, which, of course, was associated with another, no less wonderful feeling - desire. There is nothing surprising here, because the sexual awakening in boys comes with the image of a woman, and not innocent girls of the same age. Starting from the fifth grade, after elementary school, Nastya began to teach physical education. Already at that time, I was closer to her than any of the students in our class, and maybe the entire school. This was largely due to my intensive training, because they were under her guidance. Considering that team games have always been a priority in our school, it can be said that it was a great achievement for me to be listed among the best students, since neither basketball nor volleyball ever interested me.

In the sixth grade, I took first places in road races in 1000 and 1500 meters. The first victories are not forgotten, the joy that you share with your favorite coach and teacher is not forgotten either. What could have happened between an 11 year old boy and a 28 year old woman? Of course, nothing. But this did not diminish my passionate attraction to her. Now it’s funny to remember, but when I took two golds, I felt like a winner in everything and even dared to imagine that in some way I was able to conquer Nastya too. But childhood fantasies remained only fantasies. Six months later, she got married. I still have no idea for whom, and I don’t want to know how it was then, at 11 years old.

Everything happened so fast that it was hard to believe. Until recently, I was next to a man whom I extolled above all the rest, and now someone dared to encroach on what is sacred to me. She got married, and some time later, after the end of the school year, she left. It seemed like forever, so the seventh grade was perhaps the most difficult for me. It seems to be a trifle, you think, a big deal! It's time to grow up, didn't you think that she would always be lonely in her personal life! But how could such thoughts come into my head then? No, that year I began to train much less and did not even go to competitions, because it became indifferent. I ran only for myself and more out of habit.

This went on for four years until my last year of school. Long before him, I made the conclusions that I described above. I had to move on, I managed to meet interesting girls, but our relationship never went far. At sixteen, I remained a virgin and never considered it a tragedy or abnormal. And then I learned the news, which just excited me. Nastya returns to our town. One. There were various rumors, and they all boiled down to one thing - family life did not work out. But, again, I was not interested in digging into her underwear, I just wanted to see her. On the line we first met after such a long break. I guess I looked at her too often, because she turned her head in my direction and smiled pleasantly. I was even afraid that Nastya would not remember me. But in her eyes I realized that she had not forgotten me. I was waiting for the first lesson of physical education like no other lesson in all my time at school. The lesson took place in the forest, as usual, there we even have a special track with different distances.

I deliberately lingered to help Nastya collect all the flags. Now that we were completely alone, I could talk to her to my heart's content. But he tried to ask questions very carefully - how could I know what could happen in her life during these 4 years? But she herself willingly told everything, without going into unnecessary details. It turns out that she divorced her husband a year and a half later, but she did not feel much sadness. She said that they did not agree on the characters and peacefully dispersed without making a fuss. Then she lived in the city for some time with her parents, got a job at a local school, but she didn’t get along with the team there and eventually decided to return to our small town. Then she asked how my life was going, and how many medals I managed to win. Then I felt a little ashamed, because I did not participate anywhere else. Nastya scolded me and rightly so.

Then I decided to show off a little, because I did not stop running and therefore told her that if she trained me, then I would win all the races at away competitions in my favorite categories. Nastya replied that, of course, she was only "for". How was she to know that I started all this for one thing only - to stay with her as long as possible.
We started training in September. They were, one might say, individual. Classes at school were held in the morning, so after them we went out together, ran around the football field, which is not far from the school. Here the minus of the small town, which I mentioned earlier, affected. I was surprised when I heard Nastya's answer to my question, why not train on the track in the forest. She said that it would be better to be in sight, otherwise you never know, bad conversations will go. I immediately understood what she meant, but quickly realized that there was truth in her words. Feelings were twofold.

On the one hand, she said it so casually, as if the possibility of an intimate relationship really could take place. But on the other hand, her attitude to such things was felt - no, of course not, an intimate relationship between a teacher and a student is unacceptable. And I wanted her at that very moment ... So our training went on until the first snow. During all this time we have become not just a student and his teacher. We did not become friends in the sense of the word, rather, we were connected by no less strong ties between the coach and his best pupil. In winter, we went skiing - an activity no less useful than running.

And then came the spring, the time of the competition. I easily won the local competitions and therefore had to represent our city in the district competitions. They passed in another city, it was necessary to go by train to it. Since only I could excel in running, Nastya and I went together. The ride was very long, about 7 hours. Upon arrival, we were met and shown the complex where we will live for two days, where we will find the competition program. At that moment I was in seventh heaven! Two days with my Nastya! Of course, I understood that nothing would come of it, but why not dream at least a little? The complex is luxurious. I had my own number, Nastya was given a room in the building for coaches. In the afternoon, I had to run a 1000-meter race. We were getting ready. I came second in the first race, and in the final I was able to win bronze. Not gold, of course, but also nice! After that, we each went to our own building. For a long time I did not know what to do, but, nevertheless, I decided: I would go to Nastya. Chat. He gave himself the installation in no case not to succumb to his passion. It would have made more sense to stay in the room altogether. But I decided that I could do it. On the way, I bought a liter of juice along with a couple of chocolates in some kiosk and went to Nastya.

When I got to her door, I realized that she was apparently taking a shower and decided that it was not my day today. Pushing the door slightly, I was surprised to find that it was not locked. Decided to enter. But as soon as I stepped over the threshold, I said loudly that it was Sasha who came, the door was not locked and, they say, here I am ... Nastya came out five minutes later, steamed, just out of the shower ... She was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe, and I began to feel slightly feverish at the thought that there was nothing under it, only her beautiful body. In general, I was not at a loss, I apologized that I had come like this, without warning, I did not know that I could inadvertently embarrass her. She replied that it was nonsense, there was nothing wrong with that, she told me that I could enter the room. We talked, recalled the events of the past day. So two hours flew by, at least.

And then I caught myself thinking that, despite all the efforts of my will, I too often glare at her, mentally even undress her. She probably felt it too. Dusk has fallen. Nastya went to the window and looked around the sports complex. I stood behind her. Her tender neck was a couple of centimeters from my lips. Coming out of my room, I thought I could handle it. But could not. Some unknown force made me gently take Nastya by the waist and kiss her. She got scared and walked away from me. This brought me to my senses a little. I apologized, said that I didn’t know what had suddenly come over me. But then I thought about it and decided: What the hell? I am no longer 11 years old, at least let her know how much attraction I feel for her. Gathering all my will into a fist, I firmly and clearly explained to her what was the matter. In fact, I was shaking all over inside, but I tried to hold on as best I could. I told her that I had been idolizing her for more than a year, that I had never met a more beautiful woman, that just being next to her was a pleasure for me.

When my monologue ended, I felt incredibly relieved. He said everything like a stone from the soul. Nastya silently looked at me. A few seconds later, she came up to me and said frankly that this was normal, she understood me, she even said that she herself sometimes thinks about such things, because she is also a person, not a machine. But there can be no relationship between a teacher and a student, this is wrong. When she spoke the last words, I caught the uncertainty in her voice and immediately understood what was the reason. Nastya at the moment experienced excitement no less than my own. Yes, she is not a machine, she is a sensual woman and nothing human is alien to her. Without saying a word, I pulled her close to me and hugged her tightly. I felt what kind of flame was now raging inside Nastenka, how difficult it was for her to erect that dam that was able to contain the irresistible force of the river, which is called Passion.

I kissed her neck again. This time Nastya responded to the kiss, closing her eyes and giving me freedom in their actions. I had never been so close to a woman before. In his relationships with girls, he never went beyond kissing, while feeling confused and awkward. And then, as if all my complexes and fears were blown away by the wind. It is not clear where, but I knew what to do next. Covering her neck with gentle kisses, I sometimes caressed her with my tongue, while experiencing indescribable pleasure. We lay down on the floor. Nastya was lying on her back, her eyes were slightly clouded. I quickly took off my shirt and pants and continued my caresses. Going down with my tongue lower and lower, I simultaneously and slowly untied the belt of her white dressing gown. When I finished with the belt, I took off her dressing gown, and the most beautiful picture I have ever seen opened my eyes. Kissing Nastenka on the collarbone, I began to descend lower and reached my chest. I felt like a beast was awakening inside of me.

What I just didn’t do: kissed them, gently kneaded, stroked, pulled, caressed with my tongue ... Nastya began to moan and her moans were music to me. Then I began to go lower and reached the tummy. He was very gentle and resilient. After caressing him too, I decided to sink even lower. It was much hotter there. I only remember that I felt like I was in a kind of trance. Caressing her there, I felt the pleasure that Nastya experienced, as if she was caressing me. The warmth of her body made me caress her harder, more sensually. How long it lasted, I can’t even imagine close, it would seem that eternity, but on the other hand, only one moment. But at one point, she suddenly screamed, her hands grabbed my head, began to stroke it furiously, and her legs shook in slight convulsions. All this time, I continued to gently knead her breasts. It does not take a genius to understand that at that moment I brought a woman to orgasm for the first time in my life. Calming down, she whispered her thanks. I knelt down, trying to regain consciousness. Even before that, Nastenka grabbed my buttocks and moved closer to me. After a couple of moments, her head was at the level of my stomach.

With her breasts, Nastenka felt my excitement, which, as it seemed to me, had already reached its limit. She took out a pillow with her hand, slipped it under her head, and then began to gently kiss my penis. I thought that I would explode at that moment, closed my eyes, when I suddenly felt that she had taken her head in her mouth. Electric shock went through me. I looked at her. I couldn't imagine anything more erotic. In my opinion, there is no more erotic and sexier picture than a woman delivering oral sex. Her tongue caressed my head, and Nastya's movements were unhurried, as if she was teasing me. And I was so excited that I decided to take the initiative into my own hands. To the beat of her movements, he began to move his pelvis towards, now my penis entered her mouth halfway.

Nastenka let out moans with almost every new movement, I felt how eagerly her lips clasped my cock, how much her tongue caressed me. It couldn't go on for long. The orgasm was incredibly powerful. Before him, I tried to slow down, but when he came, it was beyond my strength to remain still. The first jet of my sperm went straight into Nastenka's mouth, after which my body twitched from all these sensations, and the second jet hit her right on her upper lip. Nastya smiled, and it was such a happy smile that I stopped feeling any embarrassment. My sperm slowly flowed down her lips and cheek... Nastya got up and went to the bathroom to wash herself. And I stayed on the floor. I was shaking all over. I tried to get up, but my legs did not obey me well, and my knees trembled treacherously. Nastya returned, and we sat for another half an hour. We talked about all sorts of things, laughed. And there was no tension, we both felt great.

It was time to leave. Saying goodbye, I once again thanked her, kissed her on the cheek and went to my building. I felt very good that day.
Then there was the second day of the competition, where I performed, to put it mildly, not very well. We returned to the town with one bronze medal. Our relationship continued, but I see no reason to set forth all the details here. The most important thing, namely, how it all began and passed the first time, I told.
P.S. In the summer, after my first year at the university, I returned to the town on vacation and did not find Nastya. They said she left. Therefore, one of the reasons why I am publishing this story is as follows: Nastya, if you read this, write to me, because you will immediately understand that it is about you and me.

I came to my senses when it was already light outside. The morning rays of the sun made their way through the window and sunbeams played on my naked body. Languidly pulling myself up in bed, I began to recall in fragments what happened that night ... Remembering the touch of a strong strong man and the pleasure that he gave me, I began to get excited. The hand immediately sank down to my slit, which was already wet. The finger walked around the pea and slid into my girl. Oh: how sweet ... Thinking about my father-in-law, I caught myself thinking that I no longer think of him as a relative and father of my husband, I think of him as a strong man who knows how to please a woman and about his thick elastic penis, which I did not see, but felt with pleasure in my girl. Ah... how I would like to take him in my mouth, I thought, licking myself... This is crazy... he is 56 years old, he is the father of my husband, but I want him so much...
Pulling my finger out of my girl and running it over the clitoris, I licked my juices from it and, pulling myself up sweetly, began to get up. Throwing a robe over my naked body, I headed to the shower. There was silence in the apartment, apparently the mother-in-law was sleeping after a night shift in the hospital, and the father-in-law ... he was probably in his office.
In the bathroom, I began to draw water and let out a fragrant foam, anticipating how I would bask in warm water, bending over to check if the water was too hot, I felt a hand go down my thigh from the inside to the pussy. Turning sharply, I saw my father-in-law, with his eyes he drilled my breasts, which were no longer hidden by the open robe. He stood in some trainings, and it was clearly visible how an excited member sticks out in his pants. Without realizing my actions, I slowly raised one leg and put it on the edge of the bath, ran my hand over the wet pussy, scooped up my juices with my finger and held out my hand to him. The father-in-law immediately grabbed his hand and began to lick my fingers, and with the other hand to stroke my pussy. Licking my fingers, he licked down and slightly bit the nipple, knelt down and began to passionately lick my girl. He licked my plentiful juices, fingered the excited clitoris with his tongue, licked his lips and again with his tongue like a girl ... Oh, how sweet ... Legs tremble. With one hand I held on to the wall so as not to fall, and with the other I put on his head and stroked him, as if encouraging his actions. The clitoris is sucking, and the middle finger is inside, and the walls of my girl are feeling, teasing ... I feel the inevitable approach of orgasm, I convulsively sit down on my finger and ... Oooh ... My father-in-law felt how the walls of my girl began to randomly squeeze his finger, but he did not stop sucking the clitoris, making the orgasm longer and brighter. Unable to stand it, my legs buckled and I slid down the wall trying to catch my breath ... The father-in-law stroked my cheek, ran a finger along half-open lips, got up, closed the water that I had already forgotten about and began to take off my pants. A beautiful picture opened up to my eyes, a thick, erect member swaying from side to side, thick, bulging veins ran from the very base to a large mushroom-shaped head. Large massive balls and pubis were shaved, which surprised me very much. I did not expect that my father-in-law, who will soon be 60, takes care of his dignity so much ... In other words, I did not expect and could not think that I would crave his skillful hands, tongue and his thick penis so much. The father-in-law sat down on the edge of the bath with his legs slightly apart, his cock stood with his powerful head up, at the end of which a drop glittered.
- Come to me ... look how I want you ... how he wants you ... - saying this, the father-in-law ran his hand along the trunk, - come to me ... I can hardly restrain myself, baby.
I looked spellbound at his beautiful, powerful cock. Without rising to my feet, on my knees I moved towards him and stood between his powerful hairy legs. She ran her tongue all over the trunk and, reaching the head, began to lick it like a delicious candy, savoring and smacking. She massaged her testicles with her hand, and with her mouth she sat down on his handsome man, tightly clamping the trunk with sponges, sucking, licking with her tongue. I helped with my hand, slightly stroking and moving my hand along the trunk in a circular motion, caressing his bridle with my tongue, slowly ... speeding up the pace ... then all over the penis and down to the testicles, first one in the mouth and played with it with my tongue, then the second, and stroked with her hand ... such a hard, such a thick and tasty member of the father-in-law. And I look into his eyes ... and he strokes his head, and cannot help moaning. And again in my mouth... I suck... changing the pace... deep in my throat, my father-in-law is trembling and I'm already waiting for my sperm to splash out into my throat, but my father-in-law abruptly stops me, pushes me away... trying to catch my breath.
- Minx... You will be left without the main dish... Get up... I want to fuck your juicy narrow hole, sit down... sit on it and jump, my sweetie... just don't rush... I want to fuck you for a long time...
I got up, turned my back to him so that his legs were between mine and started to sit on his knees. Holding his cock with his hand, he directs the head into my crack, and the other strokes my ass. I felt his cock pushing the walls of my girl. Slowly, without haste, I sat down on him. The father-in-law took my ass and began to press, put on his stake, with one hand tugging at my clitoris.
- Do you like it when I fuck you, honey?
- Yes ... - I said through a groan.
- Say it louder, I didn't hear it.
Sitting on his lap and making rotational movements with my pelvis, I answered loudly:
- Yes! I like... . I like it when you fuck me... oooh... I couldn't help moaning, forgetting that my mother-in-law was sleeping after a night shift at the hospital. After that, the father-in-law hugged me by the tummy, pressed me tightly to him and began to gently and slowly rise, so that his penis would not slip out of my girl. Leaning on the sink, I arched my back and spread my legs even wider. He took me by the waist and put it on his penis, rhythmically, abruptly... bending over, he squeezed my chest and pulled my nipples, and fucked me, quickly, driving his piston into me. After 10 minutes of vigorous fucking, by moans and sudden movements, I realized that my father-in-law was now the tip and I moaned:
- Cum in my mouth... I want your cum.
A few pushes and a father-in-law with groans, abruptly came out of me, turned me over, and I knelt down and took his penis into my mouth and began to vigorously suck and stroke, as a tight, tart stream of sperm shot from his thick penis into the sky, which I barely had time to swallow. The father-in-law was breathing heavily and stroking my head like an obedient girl, squeezing the last drops out of himself.
- You're driving me crazy, baby. I want to fuck you always and everywhere... you won't resist it, will you?
- No ... - quietly escaped from me.

beautiful blonde was sitting next to Borea when I entered the room. Since Borya in appearance (but, unfortunately, not in bed) is not a competitor to me, the first thing I asked him, taking him aside, was he with her and, of course, would he mind ... I was lucky - Borya with he hasn't been to her yet, but he doesn't seem to care, he can wait. I don’t remember how I rejuvenated her, but that same evening we, three couples, lay down in the same room, on different beds. The sleeping quarters were covered with curtains. Vitya was lying with Kenya, Borya with Tanya, I was with the new blonde. The beginning was good - she began to do “miracles” with her tongue, licking me from head to toe. A couple of minutes after we lay down (so that the creaking of beds and different sighs did not hurt the hearing of neighboring couples, music was playing) I attempted to “invasion” - first I probed the entrance with my fingers and felt something: I took out someone’s full of smelly sperm condom! The excitement vanished. Confused, I raised the condom in front of her nose and asked
- what is this? (and abruptly threw the condom on the floor)
- I don’t know, yesterday I watched the video and fell asleep (and blushed thickly)
I quickly jumped up (I finally realized what I had taken out of there), and dressed, went to the washstand. She got dressed and ran after me. Someone, Borya or Vitya, jokingly shouted - Why are you so fast? I wanted to immediately tell how she stopped me and asked me to be silent and not tell anyone (so I listened to her ... while she was washing, I told everyone everything and asked not to laugh). We went to the washbasin, I washed my hands and led her into the shower. I went into the room, and from a laugh that was hard to contain, she guessed that I had let it slip. No matter what, we slept with her, and in the morning she disappeared.

To Natasha friend arrived. Pretty. I just went to spend the night (usually I slept there with Natasha's neighbor, Tanya, just like that, without full contact) and, seeing my girlfriend lying freely, lay down next to me (without saying hello or name ...). At night, she did not resist for a long time (more precisely, she did not resist at all), and in the morning we finally met - it turned out that her name was Valya, she came to have an abortion. Once an abortion, then an abortion, I said, and as I was leaving I asked Valya to come back when she wants, i.e. when it heals. Strange, it healed up in a couple of days. Apparently I really wanted to. But personally, I was busy, and I lost interest. And my friend, Sasha, immediately agreed. In the morning - everything is in his blood, the whole bed is in blood (and I didn’t tell him that I was with her - why spoil relations and impressions). Long story short, I thought it was a girl. And he was too shy to ask. I told him that she had an abortion two days ago, and probably not the first.

Larisa. I wanted to go to the village to a friend, I was waiting for the bus. She stood beside him and waited. The bus didn't show up, but word by word we went to the hostel... I've never seen such a monster in sex. We did not sleep all night or, on the contrary, slept 7-8 times. In the morning, she said that for the first time she was tired of sex in her life (at 17 years old?). I understand that this is a compliment. During the week spent with her, I finished as many times as in the next 5 years of my life. She told about her life - she began to masturbate at the age of 13, if she doesn’t masturbate at least three times a day, she feels bad, at 15 she was raped by a neighbor, to whom she just went up to drink a cup of coffee, except for sex she is not interested in anything, she never cooked eat, never cleaned. The fact that she does not know how to cook manifested itself immediately - she ruined my scrambled eggs. The mess in her apartment was also surprising - you can only move with long steps, stepping over piles of garbage and unnecessary things ... Once we had a rest visiting Sasha and his girlfriend. Got drunk. Larisa put forward an ultimatum - either I'm leaving or Jeanne (Sasha's friend) will go to the shower with her to make love. Zhanna (a devout girl, a Catholic) was in such a state that she took this news as a joke and we persuaded her to take a shower with Larisa. The girls are gone. After some time, Larisa flies in, out of her mind, to the questions where Zhanna is, she answers that she doesn’t know where this fool is ... she ran away from her, no one knows where ... Larisa falls on the bed and falls asleep. We go to look for Zhanna and find her in one of the corridors of the hostel, all in tears and cowardly, it is not clear why. They listened - Larisa, as soon as they went into the shower (there was a common shower in the hostel, it was lucky that there was no one at the moment when they came in), closed the common shower doors and attacked Zhanna - started tearing her underwear, kissing between her legs, moaning ... and Jeanne, of course, resisted. Here, too, the girls began to knock on the door - why did they close there? Zhanna escaped, opened the door and ran away... Zhanna was calmed down and returned to the room. I went to Larisa, who was sleeping with a show off, and there was “little space” for me - a drunken nymph bit and scratched during sex (it can be seen from anger that Zhanna did not work out) and haunted me all night ...

Young accelerator. A 16-year-old girl came to a common friend, her height and weight are higher than usual ... She is pretty, she is studying to be a cook at a school ... We drank together and Borya arranged a separate room for me to spend the night with her. Everything would be fine, but the girl seemed to fall in love and after the first night she wanted a second, third ... But I had to go on a business trip for a few days, so we broke up. In a few days I arrive, she is waiting for me like (as if in love). None of my friends says anything to me, but I, naive, think that everything is in order and spend the night with her as usual ... The next day she leaves home, says that she will arrive soon, but I already feel something is wrong ... Something else came through three days, when the “faucet dripped” and the underpants began to get dirty. I had gonorrhea for the first time, I cured it on my own, consulting with friends. I found out that during my departure, there was a queue for the “supposedly in love accelerator” - Borya, Sasha “Borzoy”, Armenians and others (I don’t know others) Everyone, except Borya, fell ill. They fell ill from one of the people on the waiting list (like from the Armenian, who was also infected by someone and did not recover). She, of course, never came back.

Lily. The masculine character, beautiful, strong, “kept” almost the entire hostel at bay. We drank together a couple of times, but the opportunity to get to know each other better came when she quarreled with her friend - she herself called me to her place. I didn’t have to hint for a long time - if I liked the girl, then I showed activity myself. The marathon, which she demanded for complete satisfaction, I could not stand, so in bed we did not fit each other. Once again, she made peace with her friend (alphonse, a drunkard, was in her care) and we remained good friends. Subsequently, she married my classmate, a roommate in an institute hostel. She had a beautiful friend, I don’t remember her name, but according to her stories, she loved men very much. In absentia, she introduced us a long time ago. One evening she brings this friend, and I bring my friend (who later married Lila) and we have no choice but to lie in pairs in the same room to the sounds of Dr. Alban (popular music at that time). Yes, men in the life of that friend occupy not the last place ... Not even a few seconds had passed after we lay down, as we had already begun the “jumps” - waiting until the neighboring couple fell asleep, the girlfriend would not have had the patience ... It’s a pity that the case, not brought me together with this friend again - perhaps in a separate room I would be more liberated ...

Nurse. Borya met them on the street, during a city holiday (Kyiv Day). He introduced me to a nurse, my name is Irina. We walked, agreed to meet in a couple of days near the metro. I drove up on a motorcycle (I had Java then). She had just finished her daily duty and really wanted to sleep. With the condition not to pester, I took her to my dorm to rest (sleep). I did not fulfill the condition - the resistance was active and I remember that the resistance activity turned into an active offensive as soon as I touched the clitoris with my finger. Like I pressed a button! After the first contact, she changed her mind just to rest, smoked, told me a story that I was her second (and why do girls tell this? I never ask, but I listen to these revelations from every second - they probably justify not virginity) Then we again fell asleep and broke up. Oddly, she didn't leave an address or phone number... and never showed up again.

Vika. This girl loves to fuck, knows how to fuck, literally her whole life is to fuck! She “made” me in the bathroom, then in bed, then in the country ... We made love under the covers, while she was smoking and talking with friends who came in at the wrong time, through the open door! They didn’t even notice - we thought we were just lying (I pretended to be sleeping) We didn’t agree on the time of the process - she needs a marathon, at least two hours and right away, in the very first episode! In the first series, I can’t even five minutes, and I’m reluctant to go to the second or third with an already “former” girlfriend.

Youngsters. I was lying in a room with three girls, i.e. I was lying with one, the other two lay on adjacent beds. It was about one in the morning. Borya came in and asked me to help unload the car, which allegedly came with some kind of goods and urgently needed unloading ... It turned out that this was just a false excuse to get me out of the hostel - on the street he said that two underage girls were waiting for us at his friend's apartment . With the one that will be with me, no one has yet been (-clean, he checked himself-, to himself, Borya probably thought then). We went to the apartment, the girls (14 years old) were lying and watching porn videos. I silently lay down with mine (without saying a word - I already had such an experience once), having settled down behind, did my job (under the covers) and fell asleep. In the morning I woke up before everyone else, and after saying goodbye to Borey, he went about his business. I never saw those girls again, but I remember this incident because I caught the gonorrhea again. This time the treatment was more painful - without testing, I recovered on my own, but as it turned out, I simply healed the disease. A few months later, for no apparent reason (I didn’t sleep with anyone at that time without a condom), I again started to leak. He passed the tests, received a prescription and was cured with more potent antibiotics ... Borya was ill with gonorrhea (and not only) chronically, so these diseases did not cling to him ...

Mandavoshki and scabies. Half of the dorms itched, at first it was scabies, then lice began to find ... It's nonsense that mandavoshki are transmitted only sexually - my friend Sasha and I picked them up then for no "apparent reason" - we didn’t sleep with anyone (sometimes it worked out, there were no suitable girls), and pubic lice were picked up ... I also transferred scabies to my student hostel, infecting all my neighbors and friends. Everyone was satisfied - firstly, they gained experience, and secondly, a two-hour hour before bedtime very much calmed the nerves and distracted from insomnia. They were treated for scabies with sulfuric ointment. From mandavoshki - shaving on the head and kerosene.

Borya. Walking sex, but no brains. A person of Caucasian nationality (like me). Sleeps with everything that moves - with beautiful girls, with ugly girls, with beautiful and ugly boys (blue). Since 15 years in prison, diagnosed with kleptomania, car theft. At 30 he was released and ended up in Kyiv, to his brother. In the same place, in Kyiv, I accidentally “stumbled upon” this hostel of the Kyiv shoe factory. And pulled me...