Slave.

Roman took a vacation and decided to spend two wonderful weeks in the city of Irkutsk, where he was born and spent his youth and where his parents lived. After their death, Roman moved to live in Angarsk, and the apartment in Irkutsk was just in case, when he wanted to frolic, he threw everything, got into his car, and in his former city Irkutsk.
In the evenings, Roman went online to dating sites, hooked up girls to meet and have a great evening, and then one day a girl named Alena appeared on the network, she immediately interested Roman. According to the profile on the site, she is 18 years old, but, judging by the photo, she had a rather sexy shape, 155 cm tall, a brunette, rather rounded hips, and bulging breasts that I really wanted to cuddle. She had long, thick hair, almost to her waist. Roman wrote to Alena, she answered him, they agreed to meet in order to have a wonderful evening, the girl agreed with pleasure and gave her mobile phone number, Roman to make sure that the girl did not deceive him, he called her, they talked for a long time, and agreed to meet in the evening in the city park. Roman took a bath, put himself in order, got into his old foreign car, bought a bouquet of flowers on the way and quickly went on a date with a beautiful stranger whom he met in absentia. At this time, Alyona, with a light gait, unhurriedly walked towards the city park, already approaching the agreed place, the girl felt something was wrong behind her, but she was afraid to stop and look back, she quickened her step. Soon Alena saw a young couple, a guy and a girl were walking towards her in an embrace, she took advantage of this moment, stopped and turned around. A dark-haired, stocky middle-aged man followed her into the rally, she smiled, thought that it was Roman who smiled sweetly at the man and continued on her way to the appointed meeting place, peacefully swaying her seductive hips. The tight dress barely covered her strong ass, under which one could guess the absence of panties or very thin strands without seams.
The man approached the girl from his pocket and took out a penknife, looking around on the road to the park there was no one, he grabbed Alena from behind, a knife stuck to her neck and dragged her into the bushes.
- What do you need? she choked out.
The man clamped her mouth shut, twisting her hands behind her back, pressed her stomach against the tree, so that she could not move, then spread her legs and squeezed between them, said in a rude form:
Alena blinked her eyes in helplessness, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.
The man felt his lower abdomen pressed against the cool halves of her ass, in the same second the girl heard lightning flash and then the hot head of the penis touched her wet vagina. He wanted her right away, but the hem of her dress interfered, the man threatened to kill her if she screamed, Alena promised not to scream with a convulsive nod of her head. Now he had a free hand, he pulled up her dress, and his gaze opened up a delicious white juicy ass. The man watched his purple penis rub against her vagina, but he quickly got tired of such fun, jerked the girl to face him, having noticed the fright in her big eyes, put the girl on her knees.
- Caress him! he said.
Alena clasped his cock with her small hand, and began to make a movement there of the court, her hand easily slid over him. The man forcibly opened her mouth and inserted his penis there, clasping her head with both hands, began to push it into her throat.
His movements quickened, she choked on his huge cock, so she tried to push him away from her, but the man liked it even more. Soon she was sick and he let her go
without letting the girl come to her senses, he turned her back to him and put Alena on all fours, her buttocks parted in different directions, and all the splendor of her juicy girlish ass appeared before the man.
- If you make a sound, the knife will go into your back.
The girl nodded her head obediently, the man cut off her strands with a knife and threw them aside, took out a small tube of Vaseline from his pocket and squeezed it into a small anal hole. As if understanding his intentions, her anus shrank convulsively, but he had already put the swollen head of the penis to her small hole and, stretching her buttocks with his hairy paws in different directions, leaned forward, the penis plunged into the girl's anus. Alena breathed intermittently, she was very hurt, he did not care. Soon, the rapist's penis completely disappeared in the girl's ass, the man pressed her back, she understood the silent order and lay down on the ground with her chest, so that her anal lifted even higher, becoming at a very convenient angle. The wrinkled dress slid down to her shoulders, exposing her slender, supple back. Taking the girl with both hands by the hips, he began to fuck her in a sweeping anus, drops of sweat appeared on her ass, she only screamed softly in pain. Soon, the rapist felt that he would soon shoot with sperm, and pressed Alena to him with such force that it seemed to her that the hard penis would now tear her all, she began to scream from unbearable pain, and tears flowed from her eyes. The rapist finished in her girlish ass, without removing the dick from her ass, he lay on top of the girl, Alena screamed in pain, and the rapist screamed with pleasure.
Roman arrived, parked the car, suddenly he heard a woman's cry nearby in the bushes, he took a painless bat in the back seat and shouted back: - Be patient, I'm here!!!
In the same second, a man in frayed jeans and a T-shirt emerges from the bushes in the opposite direction. Roman did not see his face, but he immediately felt something was wrong and ran, dialing Alena's number along the way. On the run, it was very inconvenient, I did not immediately hit the right keys with my finger: 8908 336 52 ...
"Damn, what's next?"
I saw a girl in the bushes, next to her a mobile phone beeped. Immediately realizing that this was Alena, he froze in shock, a young girl lay exhausted on the ground, her dress was dirty and torn. Beside him, he leaned over the girl and lightly patted her cheeks.
- Hey, are you okay, can you get up?
The girl nodded weakly, slowly began to rise, Roman led the girl to the car, took out a bottle of water from the passenger compartment and gave it to her to wash off the dirt. While she was putting herself in order, Roman began to figure out what to do. He could not lead the girl far in this form, she was still indifferent to his actions, not even trying to cover her bare legs and shaved pubis.
- Relax, Alena, everything is over.
- Is your name Alena?
The girl with difficulty collected her thoughts, and after a pause, she glanced at Roman in a haunted manner, and said: - Yes. What are you going to do with me?
He smiled.
- I'm Roman! We agreed to meet, remember? Don't be afraid, I won't offend you, should I bring you back to normal and take you home?
- No, no, you don't have to go home! - the girl was frightened.
- Okay, okay, don't panic, then let's go to my place.
- Not afraid?
Alena was silent, lowering her head.
"I don't know," she breathed.
- Well, then I know, let's go. Relax and don't be afraid, everything will be fine now.
The girl cautiously got into the car, they drove through the narrow streets of the old city, soon Roman stopped the car at a five-story building, they hurriedly entered the entrance so as not to attract attention to themselves.
Entering the apartment, Roman said: - Here we are at home, let's quickly take a shower.
Slapping her bare feet, Alyona obediently went to the bathroom and stopped indecisively, looking at him warily, Roman followed the girl and closed the door.
- Well, what are you waiting for, undress.
The girl hesitated.
- Well?
I'm embarrassed of you, - she murmured almost audibly and began to cry.
- Well, what can I say! Still, girls are an eternal mystery.
After what he had already seen, Roman smiled, although the girl was clearly not laughing, she stood right in front of him, her hands at her sides, and silently cried.
- Come on, flirt, undress already.
He took the girl by the shoulders, she shuddered and roared loudly, not trying, however, to resist in any way. Roman pressed Alena to him and hugged her.
- Well, you fool, don't cry. It's all over now, you'll be fine now.
The girl suddenly wrapped her arms around him, in response and continued to roar, burying herself in his shoulder, Roman gently wrapped his arm around her waist and in a low voice spoke words of comfort to her and stroked her head, she soon calmed down a little.
- Well, let's get undressed, - he said and began to unbutton the buttons on her dress, the girl began to help him and stopped in indecision when the skirts of the dress flew open. Roman moved the fabric from her shoulders and slowly lowered it along the girl's body.
“You are very beautiful,” Roman said sincerely, admiring the embarrassed naked girl. Alena blushed noticeably at the same time, deceiving Roman, indicating the wrong age, Alena looked no more than 17 years old.
Roman understood everything perfectly, but did not dare to ask different questions.
- Get in the bath!
Alena, without saying a word in response, dutifully climbed into the bath, Roman took a shower, turned on the water and began to wash the girl, unable to deny himself this pleasure. God only knows what agony he experienced, trying in vain to suppress his lust, controlling this young, but already so desirable body. He wanted to do everything himself and only gave Alena short commands. For a long time and carefully I washed the girlish charms, how much pleasure it gives to slide a soapy palm over the elastic body of a submissive girl, shamelessly crawl over her chest and juicy ass! Once under the warm jets of the shower, Alena was transformed, she completely relaxed and completely surrendered to his caress. Undoubtedly, this game was thoroughly erotic.
- Turn around, bend down, spread your legs, raise your hands, kneel - his commands clearly excited them both.
With special pleasure, Roman gently washed her juicy ass and barely restrained himself, sliding his hand along the smoothly shaven and trustingly open girl's crotch.
She moaned with pleasure and moved her ass towards his hand. His cock was a stake, and he was afraid not to endure this sweet torture. Finally, Roman pulled himself together, it was time to give the girl a rest.
- Well, that's it, my beauty, get out, it's time and honor to know, - he exhaled, he said.
A beautiful young girl stood completely naked and smiled shyly, Roman took a large bath towel and caught Alena in it, he hugged the girl, and then began to wipe her body and admire it. Finally, he hung the towel on the dryer and straightened up, the girl looking at him in confusion. Roman took out a cream from the locker, began to rub it into the girl's tender, steamed skin. She blushed, but obediently turned and offered her body to his hands.
- Uncle Roman, - for the first time she decided to call by name, but immediately stumbled and lowered her head.
- What the hell uncle I am!
- Roman, just Roman. Call me father! Can we switch to you? Come on, don't be afraid.
- No misters?
Well, you are twice my age. And you, and you want, want me to you.
The girl fell silent again.
"Don't fool yourself," he interrupted her doubts.
- Put on a bathrobe and come with me.
Breathing freshness, through fatigue, the girl was sitting in the kitchen.
- Let's drink while hot, sweet tea and go and rest.
Roman saw that rest was more important to her now than food.
- It's getting late, when do you need to be home?
- They don’t expect me at home, I should now be with a friend in the country. I agreed with her.
- Do you want to stay with me?
- Can i?
- Yes, of course, stay.
- It's good that you don't have to rush, you will have time to fully recover. Come on, I'll put you to bed, that's the best thing for you right now.
They went into the room, Roman made a bed for her on the sofa.
- Lie down here.
- If all of a sudden, I'll be in the next room, call me.
He was about to go, but suddenly the girl called out to him.
- Uncle Roman!
He stopped.
- Do you really like me?
- I like it, really, you are beautiful and modest.
- Please don't think I'm a whore!
Alena suddenly knelt down in front of him.
- I beg you, please, don't think badly of me!
- I don't think so, don't worry.
- Well, let's get up and go to bed.
Roman lifted the girl under his arms, and she found herself in his arms, the girl was simply charming, as only a trusting and quivering girl can be charming. The skirts of the dressing gown tied with a belt parted slightly, and he again saw the beautiful girlish breasts, Roman's member was again torn to freedom.
“Kiss me, please,” she said softly.
- No, Alena, don't, you need to rest.
- Oh please!
Roman without a word hugged the trembling girl and closed her mouth with a kiss, it was intoxicating, they kissed for a long time, he untied the belt of her robe and threw the robe on the floor, Alena moaned and surrendered herself to his hands, which wrinkled her young body with pleasure. Roman's jeans almost burst from stress, but Roman firmly decided that he should not now take advantage of the hysterical, in fact, state of the girl, he regretfully broke away from the young creature.
- That's it Alena, that's all for today. Go to bed,” he said sternly enough for her to obey immediately.
The naked girl darted under the covers and hid her face in the pillow, experiencing what had happened.
- Good night.
Roman turned off the light and went to shower, already aching from the constant torture he was subjected to. The events of the past day literally turned him inside out. Coming out of the bathroom in one dressing gown, he saw that Alena was lying under the covers in his double bed.
- Uncle Roman, can I sleep with you, I'm scared, I'm afraid alone. Please.
Roman looked at the girl, trying to understand what was more in this young creature, girlish naivete or female deceit However, it may be one and the same.
On the other hand, he fully believed that the girl was now afraid to be alone and she simply needed to feel human warmth nearby. Roman took off his robe, and Alena glared at his cock.
- Well, all right, little slut, - he laughed, climbing under the covers, - come here. The excited girl moved closer to him, he put his hand under her head, and she timidly hugged him, as if afraid to frighten off her happiness.
- Just don't think anything, we'll sleep! Just sleep, - Roman laughed and clicked the girl on the nose.
Alena smiled, hugged Roman tighter, pressing her whole body and rubbing her tender cheek, less than ten minutes had passed before she sniffed sweetly on his chest.
- Oh my God, maybe I'm a pervert, - he mentally mocked himself, - no, well, you have to lie naked next to a young, naked beauty, and not even try to fuck her. Uh-x, the male share is heavy. I need to sleep, damn it, otherwise I can’t vouch for myself, ”Roman grinned and closed his eyes. Early in the morning he woke up from the touch, opened his eyes and raised himself on his elbow. A truly royal awakening, on the bed, sitting on his knees, a naked girl, gently stroking his cock, Roman laughed.
- What are you doing, hooligan is ticklish!
Alena, embarrassedly lowered her head, said in a low voice: - Sorry. I don't know how to thank you. I probably won't be able to give you the money, I don't have any. I can work, maid. Or you can do whatever you want with me. I will obey you in everything, I am very diligent.
- So, let me explain to you so that I don’t come back to this issue again. You don't owe me anything, and I'm not going to buy you with money. You're not a prostitute, are you? No no! Well, that's right, forget about it. I don't need a maid either.
Alena was silent, Roman tried to guess what she was thinking, the girl raised it to his face, and he saw tears on it.
"So you don't need me at all?" May I stay with you for a while? I won't disturb you, please allow me!
The girl was trembling, and looked pleadingly at her savior, Roman coquetry, already tired of him. Having relieved Alena of obligations, he did not at all want to get rid of her. Of course he wanted her to stay. Hell, he just wanted that girl! And she seems to be driven by more than just a sense of gratitude. After all, now his coldness hurts her more than his harassment. Roman threw back the covers.
- All right, come to me.
Alena literally rushed into his arms, and they merged into a kiss.
The girl was so pliable to his hands, passionately kneading her hot naked body, as if trying to lose her shape and dissolve in him. Roman pulled away from the girl and laid her on her back, stretching her arms over her head.
"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to!" he commanded, and Alena meekly obeyed.
Roman admired his young concubine. In the morning she seemed even more charming, he drooled his finger and touched the nipple of her breast, she shuddered sharply, as if from an electric shock, her body was covered with goosebumps. Roman gently kneaded her elastic girlish breasts with his palm, and with his other hand stroked her body. The girl lay, afraid to move, only moaning and whimpering softly. Roman keenly wanted to touch the rebellious member of her body again, he knelt over the girl prone on the sheet, squeezing her with his hips. He began to suck and lick the girl's breasts. Alena could not stand it and began to gently squirm under him, her moans became louder. Roman lay down on her and covered her mouth with a kiss. The girl quiveringly answered him and her soft, supple lips closed with his lips. He got up, moved forward and began to fiddle with the head of her nipple's cock, and then began to rub his cock and eggs on her breasts, slippery from his saliva. Alena wriggled, accompanying this sweet torture with moans and convulsively opening her lovely, desired mouth. Roman rose even higher and could not help himself moaning when the head of the penis entered the girl's mouth, and she carefully covered it with wet lips. He slightly raised the girl's head and began to gently push the cock into her mouth.
It was an intoxicating feeling that can be compared with this mixture of innocence and sensuality, tenderness and defenselessness! But Roman did not plan to end everything so quickly. He slipped out of her beautiful mouth and moved to her feet.
- Bend your knees and spread! - he liked to command the girl, he was turned on by her complete obedience to his will.
Without a moment's hesitation, the girl fully opened up in front of him, she was all flowing. With one hand he massaged her pubis, and with the other he stroked her thighs. Alena was so excited that she didn't seem to even think about the danger she was exposing her virginity to. She leaned towards him and moaned loudly. Roman slowly spread his wet and slippery labia with his finger and played with the tender girl's hole, climbing into it shallowly. The girl's breath hitched, she convulsively gasped for air and squeezed the crumpled sheet in her palms. He pressed his lips to her pussy and began to actively penetrate her with his tongue, lick the gap, suck on the clitoris, tickle her ass and again fuck the girl with her tongue. She did not last even a minute, as she twisted the most powerful orgasm. The girl was convulsing with such force, screaming, shaking her head that Roman was even a little scared. He lay down next to her and hugged her tightly.
She grabbed it convulsively and squeezed her whole body. Roman held the girl tightly, stroking her head and pressing her ass to him. The girl shuddered, wept and sobbed from the incessant pleasure. Gradually, she subsided, continuing only to hold tight to Roman and silently cry on his chest. Suddenly Alena raised her head and looked imploringly at Roman with tear-filled eyes in love. The girl sat down on her knees between his legs and carefully took his cock in her mouth. With age, you begin to appreciate decisive sex without unnecessary sentimentality, but the shyness of an inexperienced girl is always amazing. His cock was delighted with her tender hand and warm mouth. It was felt that the girl had no experience, she really did not know what to do, but she tried very hard. Roman helped her set the right rhythm, guiding the actions of her hand and head, put the girl's second hand on her balls, and she began to stroke them. He was in seventh heaven from bliss. Alena tried to take his penis deeper - and it was already beyond his strength. Roman felt the rise of a wave in his balls, squeezed the girl with his hips, grabbed her head with both hands and began to violently lower it into the girl's mouth.
Alena moaned and squeezed her lips even tighter, as if she was afraid to utter even a drop of his sperm. Roman pulled her towards him, and they lay back on the bed in an embrace.
“We still need to sleep,” Roman said with a tired smile, kissing the girl and hiding their bodies under the covers.
Roman woke up again from the touch, Alena stroked and kissed his penis.
- That's it, beauty, - he said, feeling growing excitement, - let's go to the bathroom together, now it's your turn to wash me!
Alena beamed with joy, and they went to the bathroom in an embrace.
In the bathroom, Roman pressed the girl against the door with his whole body, kissing her passionately on the lips and stroking the defenseless girl's body. She answered him with complete obedience and sensual moans. Roman climbed into the bath smiling, said: - Now you will wash me.
Turning on the shower, he explained to the girl how to do it, she should lather not only him, but also herself, and then please him with caresses. The game turned them both on especially, pleasantly clinging to her back and passionately squeezing the girl's breasts, to the accompaniment of her excited moans. He took her shower and put her on her knees.
“I want to wash your hair,” Roman said.
He began to sort through the soapy hair of an obedient schoolgirl with his hands.
- Now get up.
- Lean your back against the wall and put your leg right here, I want to see how you caress yourself!
Alena put her hand on the crotch, and at first embarrassed, she began to stroke her pussy. Soon, however, she no longer thought about the ceremonies, her hand slipped faster and faster. The girl trembled, writhed and squealed with growing pleasure, directing a stream of soul at her pussy, which he thrust between her legs. Roman slid his palm over her soapy breasts and thighs. Finally, the girl gave a short cry, groaned loudly, shook her head from side to side, grabbed her crotch with both hands, and began to sink to the bottom of the tub.
Delightfully tired, they climbed out of the bathroom and fell back into bed, forgetting everything in the world, kissing and hugging like young lovers. They did not even want to waste time on food, Roman brought a basket of fruit from the kitchen. Only now, having quenched their irresistible thirst for closeness, they were finally able to talk in detail. Chatting, the girl gently squeezed his penis in her palm, and he caressed her wet pussy with his fingers. From Alena's story, he realized that it was not for nothing that she was called a modest woman, he could hardly believe that this girl had never had sex before. All previous sexual experience was limited to timid kisses with one boy who moved to another city a year ago. However, this concerned only real experience, but there are also fantasies. In this sense sex life Alyona was very saturated. Early discovering the delights of masturbation, the girl was engaged in it almost every day. Most symbolically, her favorites were fantasies of violence and humiliation. Alena presented herself as a bound victim of a maniac, and a slave on a pirate ship, and a delinquent schoolgirl with her panties down, and a disenfranchised servant of wealthy gentlemen. At first, the girl was very shy to admit this, fearing that Roman would consider her perverted. But when she learned that most of the women he knew also enjoyed such fantasies, she mustered up the courage to ask him if he enjoyed playing master and slave himself.
- Yes, I like it, even very much.
Scratching his chin, Roman said: - I do not tolerate sadism, but sexual submission turns me on very much.
“Didn’t you notice how my dick grew from your story,” he grinned.
Elena raised her hand.
- Hey, no, that won't do, take it back in your palm! Roman was jokingly indignant.
- And I also really like to imagine myself as a concubine in the Sultan's harem, - Alena smiled and said, looking at Roman, lowering her eyes, added.
- He hardly punishes me, because I am obedient, but often humiliates me and makes me fulfill all my whims.
Roman felt Alena again covered with a wave of excitement.
She panted and moved her hips to meet his hand caressing her pussy.
- Yes, you're just a temptress! he smiled.
- And I have a surprise for you!
Roman got out of bed, rummaged through the closet and fished out a transparent "outfit of an oriental concubine" that he had bought in a sex shop. Then he went to the music center and found a disc with erotic oriental music. To complete the fairy tale, he drew the thick curtains and lit the candles. Alena looked at him with enthusiastic curiosity, literally opening her mouth in surprise.
- My little slave. Your master wants you! he said in a solemn voice, handed her the weightless clothes and smiled.
- Dress up!
When he re-entered the room, she was kneeling on the carpet with her hands behind her head and her face down. She was unusually dressed in oriental attire transparent harem pants, with blue smoke, surrounded her legs and emphasized the charm of girlish hips, tight silk panties beckoned the eye, the girl’s chest, barely covered with a transparent fabric, excitedly rose and fell, and the face of the slave was covered by a translucent veil, leaving open only chaste downcast eyes. The music seemed to rock the girl, and she flexed monotonously to the beat of the melody. Roman regally sat down in a chair and spread his legs, watching the sex slave.
- To me, slave! he commanded, and Alena shuddered in surprise.
Not trying to get up, she crawled on her knees to the chair and stopped at his feet.
- My Lord.
He reached out his hand, ran his hand over her cheek and lifted her face up by her chin. Then he lifted the edge of the veil.
- Your lips must always be open, slave!
- For what?
- She asked and added - to be ready my lord.
She understood the rules of the game very well.
- Get up, little bitch!
He began to examine and feel the body of the girl, the body of the slave, which belonged to him without a trace.
- Pull your pants down to your knees.
- Hands behind head!
Alena unquestioningly carried out all the commands, her face in the uneven light of the candles played with excited glare. Roman resolutely put his hand between the girl's thighs and tightly took her crotch. Alena screamed, her slit was completely wet, soaking wet were obediently lowered panties.
- Dance!

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Early Sunday morning. On weekends, the zeal of the officers weakened, because they, too, wanted to relax. And even the roar of the orderly “Company, rise!!” it wasn't that bad. Our tent was still asleep, but Seryoga and I woke up, and we could not sleep. We slept side by side on the bunks at the entrance to the tent. Seryoga turned to face me.
- Do you like Alyonka? he asked quietly.
- Wrong word, I answered, - lucky you, horonyak.
- It's true! I also stick out of it. And you know, when I watch how you do it... Well, in general... Then such a buzz rolls over me!
He moved closer to me so that no one could hear what we were talking about.
- Why?
- Well, you know, a hell of a cocktail of feelings turns out: jealousy, joy for her, joy for you, gratitude to you, gratitude to her ... I can’t list them all.
- Yes... You are an aesthete. Always ready to help you guys. If you're thinking of doing something else...
- We're going to stir up. Alyonka is coming today. She wants to try a threesome... Do you want Alyonka?
Unexpectedly for myself, I suddenly felt excited. The reason was our conversations with Seryoga. And besides, I realized that we were lying close to each other, and our hips were touching. And if only hips! Here is the flight! Well, I've never noticed anything homosexual about myself. But now he felt some kind of perverse pleasure in the fact that the mutual pushes of our organs provoke each other. For me, this was not some kind of perversion, I again felt some kind of family involvement in this couple. Well, it’s as if our threesome continues, already without Alyonka.
- Want. Of course I want!
- Well, no, it's you who rolled out the lips too much. But something will come to you. It depends on Alyonka, - Seryoga said.
- Yes, I have no complaints, honestly!
We rolled over onto our backs. The camp was starting to wake up. I still remembered HER last visit. How stupid it was! I couldn't even carry it out. He was so stiff that he couldn't move his legs. Seeing off, damn it ... Well, it has begun! When I remembered her charming breasts, an uncontrollable rebellion began in my underpants.

Already at the station, waiting for the train, I found that the phone was recording. Apparently, from the moment when I poked at him without looking. The film, of course, is stupid, but he recorded my manipulations with gaskets perfectly. God knows what.
I'm lying in the bath again after a long journey and I remember, I remember ... What a crazy, depraved adventure. And how unusually it aroused me! Talk to my husband on the phone while Sasha sucks my breast. "What did you feed him? - Breast! Kick...
I remembered. I'm talking to Alexei, and at this time Sasha whispers something into my other ear. It was only now that I realized what he said.
"Do you want me to lick you?" Yes, that's exactly what he said. Then I thought, he meant my ear... Was he seriously offering me?.. Damn, another shock for today. Thoughts, one more sensual and depraved than the other, were spinning in my head and brought to the point that I needed to urgently help myself. Hands.

***
I picked up the weightless Alyonka and dragged her across the river.
- Hello! Seryoga in a dress today, in the kitchen. Let's go, I'll go.
Chatting with Alyonka, we walked along the forest path towards the dining room. I carried her bag. The kitchen was already visible when Alyonka slowed down and looked at me.
- Sasha, forgive me for that... You know, I didn't control myself at all. You are so awesome!
- Come on, what are you - I was confused.
All the way I tried not to remember anything from our adventures. I'm just escorting a friend's wife, that's all. But Alyonka did not let up.
- And then, in a tent, too. You know, I never finished like that from you. I envy your girl!
- I don't have a girlfriend.
- And it wasn't?
- No.
- Can't be! What, and never was? Are you a virgin? she giggled.
- What the heck is funny here!
- I'm not laughing. I'm just jealous of your future girl. Saaash!
- Well?
- We need to talk. Let's go!
She dragged me into the forest. We stopped at the edge, behind which began open space with kitchen and dining area. She stopped and suddenly put her arms around my neck.
- Tell me, do you like me?
- Certainly! – not without embarrassment, I squeezed out of myself.
She clung to me and asked, looking into my eyes:
- You want me? Come on, do you want to?
It was a tough choice.
- Who doesn't want to? Wait, listen. Seryoga is my friend...
- Friend. Who is arguing! And friends ... Friends need help, Sasha, - she instructed insinuatingly.
I didn't have time to blink an eye as she freed herself from her sarafan and now stood in front of me in some small panties. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful slender body with small girlish breasts.
- Alyonka, it's so dishonest!
"Very dishonest," she confirmed as she approached me, "just outrageous, how dishonest." Take off your pants!
Everything else, however, she did herself. My belt flew onto the grass. She pulled off my boots and trousers, in the process of which I ended up lying on my back.
- You're in shape. Well done! she praised me.
She went to her bag and rummaged through it, effectively bent over it, showing her ass. She sat on my hips, tearing the shiny packaging with her teeth. She took out a condom and deftly fitted it to my fighter. She leaned over, and the rubber head was in her mouth for a few seconds. She rose to her haunches and, without letting go of me from her arms, began to descend. Suddenly she stopped.
- Damn, you're a virgin! You can not do it this way...
Prezik was mercilessly torn off and flew into the grass. She leaned over me and gently wrapped her lips around mine.
"Tell me when you're done, okay?" So that I can jump.
She bit her lip and began to land with concentration, without removing her panties. A moan escaped my throat as I began to thrust into her.
- Oh, sorry, I forgot! she sighed.
She raised herself, and for a few seconds my fighter's stupid head was again in the hot and wet power of her mouth.
"Everything will be fine," she assured, slowly lowering herself onto me.
This time I couldn't help but moan. She sat motionless for a while, looking at me. Then her narrow graceful hips moved towards me. I held out my hands, and her thin and flexible body danced in my hands.
We were both breathing deeply and passionately as we enjoyed our illegal ride.
“Sashka, you’re cool,” she whispered, panting, “Seryozhka is in the kitchen peeling potatoes and doesn’t know anything, right?” Yes... He... He'll start by licking me. He is far from you, so you lick cool. He will... lick my pussy where you were just now. It's great, right? Mmm... How nice...
I felt anger build up in me. He turned on his side, knocking Alyonka to the ground. He jumped up and, lifting her by the belt, dragged her to the edge of the clearing to a thick spruce. He turned her back to him and with a push, rudely, entered. He crushed her thin, graceful body under him and began to quickly and sharply work with his hips, hitting her ass.
- Do you see Seryoga? There he is. See?
- Wee... zhu...
- It's your husband! And what are you doing? Well?!
I slapped her hard on the buttocks.
- I'm... fucking... with his... friend.
- Who are you after that?
- I'm... a whore...
I spanked her several times.
- You are a whore. And I punish you for it.
- Sasha! More! Hit me some more, tell me I'm a whore... I'll cum now!
- You b ... b! You are a depraved whore and b...b! Well, here's to you! Here!
- Oh yeah! Yes! More! I - b ... b! I am your whore! Aaaah!
She thrashed in my arms, and then just settled under me, getting on all fours and coming to her senses. I went to get dressed. Sat, turned away and chewing a blade of grass. Alyonka came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.
- Sash, let's go, - she muttered guiltily and hiding her eyes - Seryozhka was tired of waiting.
I pulled Seryoga out of the kitchen and brought him to Alyonka. It was worth seeing how she kissed him tenderly. Embracing Seryoga, she slyly smiled at me, looking straight into my eyes. The smile of a woman who had just taken my virginity and cuckolded my husband.

Honestly, I did not want to go to Sasha. I was just afraid of this trip. And on the other hand, I wanted to experience the same excitement again, that unique and forbidden drive. The fear of falling even lower in their eyes, and at the same time the desire for it. Desire for forbidden, sweet sin. Just to see Sasha, so that he would carry me through the stream, and then it doesn’t matter ... However, the husband asked in surprise:
- Aren't you going to our cadet?
- I think no.
- How?! You leave him there, hungry, cold? Then I'll go myself.
- No no. I will go. You have no time.

***
My heart was beating like a bird in my chest as I approached the ford across the river. I was afraid not to see Sasha. I was afraid to see reproach or disgust in his eyes. And instead - all the same loving admiring gaze. And I even laughed in his arms as he carried and swirled me around like a baby.
- Saasha! Stop, I'm afraid! I squeaked.
Our feet brought us to our secret bunker.
We stood near that very table smiling and casually gazing at each other. I took out my phone.
"I'll turn it off," I said sheepishly.
- No need, - Sasha answered quietly, - maybe he will call again.
It sounded defiant, but so exciting. I remembered how I had sex with Sasha, talking with my husband.
"Okay," I agreed meekly.
Surprised at my own cunning, I turned on the recording on my phone and put my bags on the table in a pocket. From that moment on, the attentive eye of the camera recorded our every movement and our every word. I wanted to keep what is happening to us unforgettable, and not only in memory. After all, memory always fails.
Sasha smiled at me with his warm smile. He took a step towards me, but I, unexpectedly for him, took a step to the side. I didn't want the camera to film my back. Let's take both of us...
Then he hugged me, his lips touched mine, and I already forgot about everything. Sasha's kisses overtook my face, hair, neck, eyes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed them. I never thought regular kissing could be so exciting. Maybe because no one has ever kissed me like this before...
Leaving his lips, I gently caressed his cheek.
- Sasha, undress. At all...
He turned away and quickly stripped naked. He hesitantly turned to face me. I looked into his eyes, and then my gaze began to fall lower and lower. I hardly swallowed a lump in my throat, and my legs began to tremble treacherously. In front of me was a young, slender youthful body with an extreme degree of arousal of young flesh, and I stood in front of him dressed. He was beautiful as a young ancient greek god. I wanted to immediately touch him, and I put my hands on his chest. She pressed her lips against hers like last time. Like last time, my lips began to sink lower and lower, leaving smudges of lipstick indistinctly. And hands without hesitation felt his muscular back.
I felt the smell of stagnant and aroused male flesh rising towards my face. I straightened up. I was wearing the same dress as last time.
- Unzip, please.
The dress folded up, exposing me to the waist, and was held on by a second zipper on the skirt. I took off the bra myself. The next moment I knelt down in front of Sasha, and it was incredibly pleasant: to kneel in front of a young, excited man. How the muscles of his buttocks tightened when I put my hands on them! And when I bent down to kiss my tanned, muscular thigh, Sasha's flesh sank into my hair and walked over the scalp. Sasha gasped. The same was repeated with the second thigh.
I created something unimaginable for myself and was excited by it. And then I remembered that I was shooting a film ... From the bottom up, she looked into his eyes.
"You didn't think I was that slutty, did you?"
He quickly knelt beside me and whispered in my ear:
- Do not think about anything. we can do whatever we want. And I will do whatever you want. You are all for me. I love you!
Before straightening up, he kissed my hair.
Sasha, I'm drunk on your body. I'm drunk on your cock. Here, at the very base, I touched it with my lips. I wanted it to trembling in the legs, to the northern lights in the stomach. And Sashino's weak "Mmm ..." put me in a trance. She felt his hot stubbornness on her cheek. I got my hands on it. He resists me... With my fingertips I touch the heavy accessories filled with an explosive mixture. I will fit under Sasha and touch them with my lips. Well, this is a complete debauchery! I'm pulling away.
Sasha lifts me by the shoulders and sits me on a chair. He sits down in front of me and starts kissing my knees. Sasha! It's not time yet... I draw him to my chest. He gently takes them with his hands, kisses them. Takes a nipple in her mouth. I let out a groan as he begins to caress him with his mouth. I never thought how sensitive my breasts are to this. I feed him with my breast, he feeds me with his tenderness. Sasha, let it be your penis! I want it...
He feels what I want! Rising, hanging over me. Carefully brings it closer to me, and now its tip rests on the nipple. And begins to caress him in a circular motion. Instead of a moan, a hiss escapes from my throat.
- Sa... sha..., Sa... sha...
Lord, how good I am! Incredibly embarrassing, but good. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I stroke his body from the buttocks to the hips, and then stroke the cock that caresses me. A real moan escapes me when his cock springs into motion and, crushing the nipple along with the chest, slides higher, leaving a slippery wet mark on my skin. It was as if a bow went through my nerves, making my whole being shudder. He had to spread his legs and wrap his thighs around mine to move closer. One more time, one more time... I moaned. And then came the turn of the second breast. To make Sasha more comfortable, I slid off the chair a little and literally crawled under him, and he supported me under the armpits. And he led, led with an unyielding bow along my nerves. His penis on a straight move was already pressed against my neck, against my throat. Hot, elastic, desirable.
Sasha raised himself on tiptoe, and I was covered with an agony of pleasure, when the rough, hairy skin of the scrotum drove over the nipple of the chest. I threw my head back, pressing him to my buttocks, almost losing consciousness.
His hard, hot cock pressed against my throat. I swallowed saliva and felt him twitch excitedly at the movement of his Adam's apple under him. She stroked Sasha's thigh, gently pushing him away. His cock, trembling, stuck out in front of my face. The skin on the head shone with tension. The foreskin stretched, and the dark, watery gaze of his aroused manhood stared at me.
In a burst of gratitude, I leaned forward and hugged his very tip with my lips. She felt a sticky, salty drop on the tip of her tongue. She picked it up in a circular motion, touching the most sensitive place. At the same instant, it escaped from my lips, and a hot fountain of a thick white substance poured into my nose, eyes, cheeks, flowing onto my lips, chin, neck ... I had to close my eyes to Sasha's stifled moans. I tried to dodge, and my cheeks and temple flooded. When everything stopped, I asked Sasha to bring a package of napkins. And then I had to wash my face with mineral water from a bottle ...

I'm not an idiot either. It may all look like chaos to you, but I know exactly where I have what lies. I have an excellent memory.

She pressed her fingertips to my cheekbone and sighed.

I don't think you are an idiot. But I was sure that I was covering my tracks.

I began to stroke the inside of her thigh with my palm, she threw her head back and gasped. I took my time to continue, enjoying the warmth of her skin and the sounds she made, feeling a real thirst for everything that was connected with her. Her skin was smooth and firm as a drum. My hand moved higher and higher, wanting more and more, and I tried to calm my frantic heart so that the pounding would not prevent me from hearing when it stopped me. But the sounds she made made me move forward. She also dreamed about it, like me? Is she ready to get to know me better?

What is your name? she asked, and like a shot, desire burned me. My hand was under her skirt, and she didn't even know my name. - Or do you like being addressed sir?

Although I had a healthy ego and liked to dominate the bedroom, I did not want her to call me anything other than my first name. I slipped my fingers under the lace.

Alex,” I replied, stroking her folds up and down, snuggling closer to her and inhaling her scent.

She gasped, as if I had spoken obscenity.

Alexander.

I froze. Nobody but my family ever called me Alexander, but the way she sang out my name in her lazy, sexy way, like “do something for me,” I didn’t correct her. I found her clit and circled my finger. She arched her back.

She ran her hands through my hair as I pulled her skirt up to her waist.

Alexander, - she whispered, which made my cock even harder. I ran my hand down my erection. How the hell can you be so hard and not pass out due to lack of blood supply to your brain? - What if someone comes in? she asked. But I knew she didn't care. Her eyes were clouded with passion, and she ran her hand up my fly, trying to open the zipper to get to my cock.

I looked over my shoulder.

Nobody fucking dares. Only you. - I pulled the lace, I needed to touch her pussy. There was a crack as I ripped open her panties, causing her to moan again, and this time it was exactly the kind of moan I longed to hear. - You'll have to be quiet. I know it won't be easy because I'm going to fuck you hard and you'll want to scream. But you must hold back.

She shook her head.

You're so confident, Mr. Knightley.

I will prove it. - She released my cock, I grabbed my wallet and found a condom. I rolled out the latex myself, I simply could not stand her hands on my cock, and I was already on the verge, so I grabbed her under her hips and pressed her against the wall.

Ready? - I asked.

You better try.

Small witch. I'll show her how real men fuck.

I entered her just as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, causing her eyes to go wide and panic. I knew she couldn't help but scream, now she knew it too.

I froze, deep in her, we silently stared at each other, realizing what was happening to us. We both wanted it, needed sex. From the first time, as soon as we saw each other, we were moving to this very moment. And all the unspoken words finally showed up in our connection. Not a look, not a touch, not a kiss. Her legs were apart and my cock was inside her. There was no way back. And for the first time I understood the meaning of intimate sex. I realized that the intimacy of sex had nothing to do with the lack of clothes, much more it had to do with something else. Crossing a certain line, as if we were slamming the door behind us in front of the rest of the world, and there were only two of us - Violet and me. And we were connected.

I slowly started to move out, not wanting to leave her tight pussy, but I needed to move. I needed to pin her against the wall with my dick. I buried my face into her neck, trying to drown out my own moans, not trusting I could contain it.

Alexander, she whispered in my ear, as soon as I entered deeper this time, so deep, she was very tight. I dreamed about this moment for so long, imagined it, wished for it, but the reality turned out to be much better, much better than I could have imagined.

I also wanted her to admit that she had also been waiting for this moment, dreaming and fantasizing about it, how I would fuck her against the wall in my office. I wanted to see the same response from her, the longing that I have experienced these past few days, that she was not only on my part. I needed her to obey me, to surrender. She squeezed my hair tighter, though her body relaxed in my arms. She surrendered, handing over her control to me, refusing to fight and having the same thirst in me as I did. It was a real victory.

I began to move faster, she scratched my chest, ripped the buttons from my shirt almost in desperation. Lord, I so wanted her to be naked in front of me. I so wanted her to cum while I sucked on her nipples. She was so damn sensitive to all my movements, I knew that in a few seconds I would make her squirm and beg for release. If I had more time, I would be ready to enjoy her body and tongue for hours, exploring every amazing place, and I was sure that there would be a lot of such places. Her perfect tight pussy was just the tip of the iceberg, I was sure of it.

Are you so wet all the time? Ready to fuck anytime? - I asked, with difficulty pronouncing every word. - Or just for me?

Don't stop, she whispered. - Please, God, don't stop.

"No way!" I could not even imagine that something could make me stop. I wanted to burrow into her and stay there forever, having sex with her, experiencing that delicious slide as I moved my hips faster, feeling if I went deep enough, that would be all I could need.

Her breathing became ragged, she dug her nails deep into my shoulders, her whole body tensed, leaning towards me, her mouth opened, her eyes closed, I almost lost control of her, her pussy began to throb around my cock. Damn, I really wanted to hear her scream. And irritated that this office was dictating its own terms, which we were forced to comply with, I began to push even faster, watching her come to her senses with a blissful smile, then tilted her head and pressed a kiss to my chin. It was so unimaginable and sexy that I lost the rhythm.

But I'm not done with it yet. I really wanted her to understand what I was capable of, that this was not just a random fuck, that I was not just a guy she worked with. The need jumped up in me so that she would remember me for a long time, so that this sex would remain in her memory for a long time, so that I could further influence her in some way, just as she influenced me. And I stopped fighting the desire for Violet King. I just surrendered, indulging all my desires.

She was breathing hard, and judging by the way her pussy began to tighten around my cock again, I knew that I could hold on some more, making her cum again. I twisted my hips and her panic-filled gaze met mine.

No, not again,” she said, shaking her head.

Alexander, I can't.

She squeezed my shoulders even though her body was relaxed. She again gave herself to me, giving her the opportunity to give her the next orgasm, and this was the sexiest sight. I lowered my head as I kissed her, wanting every inch of opportunity to connect with her.

The introduction of sex education lessons in schools is supported by 60% of Russians - this is evidenced by the data of the VTsIOM poll. Against sexual education - only 3% of respondents. Earlier, Deputy Prime Minister Tatyana Golikova suggested talking to schoolchildren about sex: in particular, she said that children should be taught about contraceptive methods. Education Minister Olga Vasilyeva dismissed Golikova's initiative: "Only parents should discuss delicate topics with a child," she said. Arseniy Sobolevsky explains why to instill sexual culture young generation turned out to be so difficult not only in Russia, but also in the West, and also remembered the most dangerous and tenacious myths about sex and contraception.

They tried to promote the topic of sex education at school back in the era of Gorbachev's perestroika and in the dashing 90s - but to no avail. Both the church and puritan teachers took up arms against sexual educators. The world-famous Soviet and Russian sexologist Igor Kon, whom the author knew personally, told how they even tried to bring him to court "for corrupting minors." The “corruption” consisted in the fact that a sexologist in materials for educating teenagers mentioned the word “clitoris”. The accusation was rejected with a completely logical argument: if teenagers do not know what a clitoris is, then this cannot corrupt them. And if they know, then they have already "perverted" without the participation of Igor Kon.

The book "Project Russia" quite seriously stated that "the CIA is killing Russia by imposing sex education"

In subsequent years, in order to preserve the chastity of the younger generation in schools, the sections of anatomy were reduced, which contained at least some facts about sexuality. Some "saviors of Russia" saw in sex education almost a threat to national security. In a book published several years ago, Project Russia, it was stated in all seriousness that "the CIA is killing Russia by imposing sex education." It's funny, but some American patriots said the same thing half a century ago. Only instead of the CIA they imagined the "Soviet threat". In 1969, American far-right leader Robert Welch argued that school sex education was "a filthy communist plot to undermine the spiritual health of American youth."

Among people who oppose sex education, the most common objection is: “What is there to teach? Where to put something, we already know! Nobody taught us this."What can be answered? Man, unlike animals, adds culture to his life processes. After all, everyone knows that food should be put in the mouth, and not in the ear. However, there is a culture of behavior at the table. And this has long been taught! No one is surprised and no one asks why this is necessary. Because everyone understands: food can be eaten beautifully, or obscenely, like a pig. Similarly, in the intimate sphere, where, as you know, there are much more subtleties and nuances than during a meal.

In 1964, guys had 14 milligrams of testosterone per liter of blood, and today it’s already 18. That’s 3 times more than adults

“The lessons need to talk about the psychology of sexual life. So that teenagers know when intimate life brings joy. Boys often do not understand that a girl must be prepared before sex: kiss, caress, say some gentle words to her. They are in a hurry to immediately get down to business, and then they are indignant: “She, the cow, does not feel anything ...”, - says doctor-sexologist, candidate of medical sciences Alexander Poleev. -Even if we put three police officers and two church ministers at each school today, the acceleration process will not slow down. In 1964, the first study of adolescents in Moscow was carried out for the presence of the sex hormone testosterone. Then the guys had its concentration of 14 milligrams per liter of blood, and today it is already 18. This is a lot, three times more than in adults. Now, if a mature man is given 18 milligrams of testosterone now, he will immediately have sexual intercourse, no matter with whom. Every year, the level of hormones in adolescents is slowly but growing. No one denies the existence of intimate life, but at the same time, for some reason, they do not consider it necessary to give at least elementary knowledge about it at school. It's a complete lack of logic."

Throughout the ages, love, family and sex life have been very important for any person. In ancient times, people even deified the sexual sphere, but then they began to consider it dirty and vicious. People are drowning inocean of pornography, and almost no one develops sexual culture. There are many museums of erotica in the world, but there is not a single systematized museum of family history and sexual culture.Sex education in the West is more frightening than attractive - as a rule, the lessons are primitive and affect only elementary physiological processes, problems of contraception and disease, and also instill tolerance for same-sex relationships. MMany parents often don't know what to say to their children when asked about the birth. Although the simplest - you can call the lessons of sex education Lessons of Love.Such a name is more pleasant for everyone: for schoolchildren, and for parents, and for strict puritans, perhaps, too.It is necessary to educate demographic consciousness from childhood and instill that the preservation of an ethnic group and national culture depends not so much on folk songs and dances, but on love for one’s even untimely conceived descendants.

The primitiveness of sexual education in the West is largely due to the lack of a serious scientific base and serious systematized research in this area. This was noted by Judith McKay, PhD, Senior Advisor to the World Health Organization in her report Sexuality and Sexual Behavior in the Modern World. Unfortunately, in modern Europe there is no complex center similar to the Hirschfeld Institute for Sexual Sciences, which existed in Berlin in the 20-30s and was destroyed by Hitler. In Germany, the only scientific and medical center is the Institute of Sexology, created in Frankfurt am Main and later transferred to Hamburg. It is very symbolic that this scientific center was included in the psychiatric clinic. This quite eloquently testifies to the place that is given there to questions of sex and sexual culture.

In Russia, the Institute of Sexual Culture published several books and quietly died due to zero funding

The world famous sexologist Igor Kon lived and worked very fruitfully in Russia, but we did not have specialized scientific centers. In 2009, the Institute of Sexual Culture and Family appeared in Kaliningrad. However, the proposals of specialists to create a systematized museum of the history of sexual culture and the family, to establish an appropriate department at the university and to publish a textbook did not find due support. As a result, the Institute published several books, participated in the creation of a TV movie on REN TV and quietly died due to zero funding. Only the site sex-prosvet.ru remained as a tombstone, where you can find a video of a talk show about sexual culture and sexual education with the participation of Igor Kon.

We solve the problem for a hundred years

“Sexual education in schools should start at the age of 12 or 13. Otherwise, we will increasingly face such excesses as, for example, early pregnancy. It is not uncommon for this age (of childbearing) to be 14 years today,” these words were written by a red feminist, a Soviet stateswoman, the first woman minister in history Alexandra Kollontai almost a hundred years ago, but still have not lost their relevance for Russia - in terms of the number of abortions and early pregnancies we are now ahead of the whole planet.In France, there are 3.5 pregnancies per thousand schoolchildren, in Germany - 5, and in Russia - 34 cases. It is the lack of sexual education that contributes to such sad results.

For example, the myth is still alive that without fear of becoming pregnant, you can have sex five days before menstruation and five days after. Or another common misconception: nothing will happen from one time. According to polls, today more than 50% of Moscow school graduates have had sexual experience. The debut occurs most often in high school. In Paris, for example, average age the beginning of an intimate life - 13 years, the earliest among European countries. At one time, the United States spent $1 billion to promote sexual abstinence among schoolchildren. Then they conducted a survey and found out that the age of onset of sexual activity among program participants is 15 years old - exactly the same as for those who ignored it. It turns out that a billion was thrown to the wind - the basic instinct turned out to be stronger than lectures.

Although there is no official sex education in Russia, the administrations of many advanced private schools invite professors of sexology to lecture. High school students take these lessons seriously. Sexual savagery must be replaced by sexual culture. And it is clear that it will not come by itself - this must be taught.