Stories in cunnilingus
196 stories · Page 9Charm and anticipation has gone from their relationship, replaced by semi-legitimate cooperation. Sex, exciting and unbridled, continued to bind them, giving not joy, no, but the satisfaction of mutual dark lustful desires. She stopped dreaming. The work, as before, was interesting, the smack of obvious danger and illegality intensified the brightness of the spicy impressions she received, including sexual ones. She again lived, in obedience to habit, without joy and warmth, and once answered the call of Sergei, who systematically called her without an answer. They met, the genuine joy of the guy was transferred to her, she was surprised to understand that she missed simple, sincere, disinterested relationships. They walked and talked for a long time like in the summer, he took her hand, she did not take it away. They began to meet, rarely, carving out minutes from mutual employment. He invited her to his small bachelor apartment and timidly said that he would be happy if she did n
I wake up from some delicious smell and, waking up, stretch sweetly in bed. Then my hand falls on the other half of the unfolded sofa and does not find you there. You, my love. Only then I notice that some tapping and rattling are heard in the kitchen, obviously, you are preparing breakfast for us. Once again, stretching, chasing away sleep, I cheerfully jump out of bed onto the soft carpet. After yesterday's love joys with you, I remained completely naked. The sun is already cheerfully looking out the window, it's already about eleven. Fortunately, today is a day off and there is no need to go to work. I glance down. My cock, as usual in the morning for some reason, excitedly sticks out, shaking the bloodshot lump of the head. Without hesitation, I head to your kitchen. Turning the corner, I see a beautiful picture. You stand with your back to me and cut something on the table. You are wearing only a light short dressing gown thrown over your naked body. This sight is so seductive t
Uh, I often remember the circumstances of one night. But that feeling of novelty and surprise was simply no more. My wife and I decided to have a little fun in the evening. They bought some alcohol, I got a beer, they took a shampuska for my wife. So the evening should have gone like clockwork. Having taken water procedures, we settled down on the sofa. Turning on the TV with some kind of Batwa. We were destroying stocks of liquor. Which, after a hard day, soon clouded our brains well. In light hops, it was decided to look for something hot. And now lust in all its manifestations is pouring from the TV screen. From such an onslaught, my dragon moved in my pants. And I began to stroke the missus in all sorts of intimate places. She accurately calculated that I would not calmly contemplate this spectacle for a long time. I went on the offensive and began to kiss her while lowering my hand to her tender place. Which already needed a man's caress. Hops asked for more and I went kissing
Ignoring the screaming alarm clock, I continued to sleep on, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was half past noon on the clock. After a quick shower, I drank my favorite green tea and sat down at the computer. I needed to translate the text, but instead of opening a word document, I double-clicked to launch opera. I got in touch, followed the pop-up link to the recipe site, and there I saw a link to the dating page. Out of pure curiosity, I went to read. HE loved the rain. At least that's what he wrote. Without expecting it myself, I offered to meet. He agreed. Having carefully thought over my image, I brought beauty and called a taxi. We agreed to meet in a small restaurant called "Fantasy". At the appointed time, five minutes late, I sat comfortably in a wicker chair opposite the amazing man. He turned out to be a brown-haired man of small stature, of a dense physique. Pleasant facial features: a high forehead, green eyes bordered by black eyelashes, an aristocratic nose
This story happened to me five years ago. My friends and I went on a hike. There were 10 of us - 6 men and 4 women. I was supposed to sleep in a tent with Vadim, but he fell ill and did not come to the station. I had already decided that I would sleep alone, but on the first evening of our trip we were so cold that I decided to invite one of our women, Larisa, to my tent. She was no longer young, however, like me, but still very attractive and sexy. She immediately brought her things and began to make the bed. One sleeping bag was put down, and the second one was covered. First they lay down in their clothes, and it was cold. Then I plucked up the courage and put my arms around her waist. It became much warmer, then my cheeks began to burn, and I touched my cheek to her face. She lay silently, and only her deep and frequent breathing said that she liked everything that was happening. It soon became so hot that we had to take off some of our clothes, and we were left in T-shirts and
My friend Yurka had a constant mistress, whom he often mentioned in our conversations. I did not know her, but according to Yurka, she was a woman - a masterpiece. She was a few years older than Yurka (older than me, of course), but supposedly she knew how to do everything. And when she treated the cock with her mouth, Yurka experienced inexplicable bliss and she did not refuse in the ass, moreover, she insisted that Yurka cum in the ass. She, according to Yurka, was unusually gentle and affectionate. In addition to everything, she differed little from the circus midget in her height: - she was unusually miniature. Petite women are my weakness! In general, Yurka drummed into my weak soul (weak to the female sex) an irresistible desire to share with him the bed in which Olechka is - this is his mistress. I expressed my desire to Yurka, with a request to agree with Olya so that I would be accepted into their “family”. Yuri promised. But, as I saw, I did not feel any special joy f
This story was told to me by a friend. Every summer he goes to rest on the Black Sea. One day he was unlucky with tickets. There was no compartment, no reserved seat. I had to take an expensive soft car. Who does not know, this is the same coupe, only there are only two seats, the lower ones. They are made in the form of soft sofas. The amenities are scanty, and the price is twice as much as the usual place in a compartment. My sidekick loaded into the car, arranged things. Angry like a dog. Zero mood. Suddenly, the door gently opens and a nice friend like that settles down in the next place. She looks about 25 years old. From under a translucent blouse, a very appetizing chest is visible. Legs are slender. Thalia is in place. In a mini skirt. Slightly tanned. Black straight hair right down to the buttocks. “As soon as I saw her, I lost all my anger at our railway,” says my friend. Helped her unpack. We got talking. It turned out her name was Ira. It was getting on in the evening.
I take you in my arms and spin... spin... Crazy turns, heads spin, sink to the ground like fallen angels... Kiss, kiss. Not! Iron first. Hands start a gentle dance. They dance, slightly trembling fingers at each bend. Here is the neck ... the feeling of the skin - so velvety and tender and soft and you want to stroke and stroke and stroke. And the fingers below - to the hollow. Here is a hole, the whole body is ready to go around with his hands. I'm trembling with impatience to stroke, to touch every piece of your body. My hands clasp your breasts, without touching the nipples and gently, I stroke and wrinkle them, then touch the nipples, pull them a little. Then below - the tummy. Your insanely lovely tummy - a little soft, so amazing - I stroke and stroke. I'm like an octopus - hands return to the neck, to the cheeks, to the nipples, to the hollow. My lips strongly but gently dig into yours, and my tongue - so impudent and nimble and slippery and soft, pleasant and warm, even a lit
Gently sitting in a chair, you felt long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands gently gliding over your arms, the edge of your clothes and, as if in continuation (it was so natural), along the juicy girlish legs. My touch was soft and desirable. You suddenly felt such a wonderful bliss, such a blissful calmness, a surge of violent fantasy and primal desire. The body trembled in anticipation of the fabulous bliss. Fatigue disappeared, as if there had never been a hard, stressful day behind. Your lips parted, revealing a small mouth and a scarlet tongue fluttering in anticipation. Slowly, I touched my lips to yours and my palm became bolder to touch your legs, and then, quite by accident, it turned out to be under your short skirt. There everything breathed heat, but it was so cozy that I could not take my hand out of there until the next day. I pushed my hand even deeper. I immediate
I am a painter. Women's nature - worries. But the man in me has always been stronger than the artist. Now I draw on this very nature. If you only knew how beautiful it is: under your hands, the female body blossoms and reveals its true beauty. I am sure that only an artist can elevate the beauty of a naked woman to the rank of art. It's available to me. I want you to know that this is also possible. And it is not at all necessary to imagine me as a weird type bathing screaming girls in paint. Not at all. Firstly, because I work only with Women. And secondly: I'm an ordinary guy, I work as a designer in an advertising agency, I get good fees for advertising broths, tights and rolled steel. Ask: who agrees to "lie under the brush"? The first among the candidates is a girl from a party. Fashionable, cool. Tattoo? Yes, here she is, uncle, a rose on her ass. An umbilical ring? Please. Ecstasy? It used to. Fashionable pubic haircut? But what about without her? How old are you? 18th. Such
Hi. Once something happened to me, which I will tell you now ... The best friends of my parents somehow dragged them to the country, out of town. I overslept until noon as usual and missed everything. I got up at about three in the afternoon, because I was only wearing pajama shorts, I was topless ... Well, here I am, calmly drinking kefir, as I hear that someone is entering the kitchen, I turned and saw in front of me is Anton, he is the son of friends of my ancestors ... He is short, brunette with black-black eyes and an athletic build. When I saw him, I was just confused. I didn’t come up with anything smarter than hiding behind a bag of yogurt. So they stood like two fools and looked at each other. He was the first to ask: "And get up a little early, isn't it?" To which I heard the answer: "What the hell are you doing here anyway?" "Actually, our parents left for a long time, and they left me to you. So that I control you, so now you are at my complete disposal ..." F
It was a surprisingly hot day outside, or rather morning. I was returning from work early in the morning, although at that time even a miserable shadow from gray and dusty houses did not save me. The only salvation was a cold shower, although it was still necessary to reach it. And finally, it happened, I was able to reach the house in such heat, and immediately, without hesitation, I jumped into a cold, invigorating shower. Although I worked all night and was terribly tired, but after a shower, sleep immediately receded, and I immediately feel a surge of strength. But all the same, I know that if I don’t sleep now I’ll be kemar at work at night, and with great reluctance I go to the bedroom, but I decided not to wear clothes, and it’s so hot. But after the picture that I was able to see in the bedroom, I don’t feel like sleeping at all. She lies on the bed, only a thin strip of fabric covers her charms. For about a couple of minutes I look and admire the picture that has opened up t
All the events described in the story actually happened. The names of the actors have been changed. This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she quite successfully married a Dane, moreover, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, which is exactly what he is - fun, attractive, athletic. There is, however, a minus that you have to chat in English, but it does not matter. There were six of us that evening. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or the other leg under the table. The Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a friend of the Dane. To complete the picture, let's describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept quiet. Nothing like a girl, everything is in place, really. My Nika will be slimmer. We ate, drank and laughed - what else do they do in taverns? The con
- All clear, - muttered Aster. - Only one letter and that must be it. During the last three years of his work for the government, a special courier or telephone was always used for communication. But when the letter arrived by regular mail, he realized that the three-year project ended in nothing. "Dear Mr. Henderson! With great regret, I have to inform you that your proposals for the refinement and improvement of the device were discussed by us and rejected. Due to budget cuts, our department does not have sufficient funds to support all projects. I will personally keep all the information about this case and if the situation changes, we can continue to work on creating a device that is certainly useful to society. I want to express my personal gratitude to you for the efforts made in this direction. An official notice will be sent to you shortly along with your fee. Sincerely yours, General G.F." He turned off the terminal. Doodles. Idiots. They not only failed the demonstr
- Waiting for someone? - Andrei asked a beautiful girl in an evening dress, sitting at the bar of the hotel in which he had recently settled. “I’ve waited,” the girl said bitterly. In the next five minutes of the conversation, Andrey found out that his interlocutor's name was Natalya, she is a student, she came here on a date with a foreigner whom she had been dating for a month, but, having arrived at the hotel, she found out that her friend had already left for some reason and did not even leave notes. And now she does not want to go home, and there is nowhere to go. All this Natasha willingly posted to her new friend. She clearly wanted to talk. Andrei himself recently quarreled with his girlfriend, with whom he lived together, and therefore moved to a hotel for a while. A few more minutes passed and Natasha offered to continue the conversation with Andrei in the room. He was surprised by this, because, approaching her, he just wanted to chat, but he could not refuse such a
She opened her eyes. Through the window I could see the sun gently breaking through the foliage. I was too lazy to get up, but I had to... Friday... tomorrow is a day off, and then a vacation... She stretched, the sheet treacherously slipped off, exposing her beautiful, firm breasts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she yawned, stretched again, and went to the bathroom. "Oh my god, how good!!!" Jets of water flowed down her naked body, closing her eyes, she gently ran her chest, smiled. She liked to caress her body. But now you need to hurry. She wrapped herself in a soft terry towel. "What to wear? It seems that it will be hot today ..." Opening the wardrobe, she looked for a long time and extended her hand to a light sundress. He was the most beloved and very versatile. Wearing a beige lace thong, she pulled on a sundress. He covered his chest, nipples protruded through the fabric, his beautiful back was bare. The outfit was a little provocative, but on the last working day befo
Evening silently stepped on the roofs of the houses of Palma de Mallorca, enveloping it with soft, mysterious darkness. With every passing minute, Palma turned from a noisy resort to a quiet port town: shop signs went out, street lights lit up, girls changed from swimsuits into cocktail dresses and wandered to restaurants in the hope of finding their soul mate there. Undoubtedly, this city was the most beautiful in all of Mallorca, especially in the evening, when the darkness was not yet clear, but the twilight was already beginning to thicken. Every European fell in love with Palma at first sight, considering it his duty to visit it more than once. Palma de Mallorca was always cozy and calm, but it was here on June 29, one of the hottest summer days, that FBI agent Alex Mahone was in the worst mood. A quarrel with Felicia, the failure of a special operation that seemed to be going quite successfully, and besides, all this threatened with dismissal from work ... Someone's support was n
My wife died 5 years ago, it was certainly a hard blow for me, but still the love raging in us during our youth had already subsided, besides, I was already mentally prepared for this, she had throat cancer and she was slowly dying already within a year, so that death was her deliverance from suffering. The two months that have passed since her death, I practically don’t remember, I remember - I drank a lot, often didn’t spend the night at home, staying drunk at night with friends. There were no women, or maybe I just didn’t remember them in a drunken stupor, which means we can assume that they weren’t there. And it is unlikely that anything could happen at the physical level for a man who has experienced stress and consumes liters of alcohol per day. However, the money ran out, my friends had their worries, and my drunken brains were still enough not to sell things from the house. And one day (sounds corny) I woke up with the firm intention not to drink anymore. The withdrawal w
We decided to go with you to visit and you stopped by me early. While you waited for me to clean myself up, you sat on the edge of the bed in my room. I'm wearing a black skirt, a beautiful translucent blouse. I chirp cheerfully, scurrying around the room, passing by you now and then, carrying with me the delicate aroma of my perfume and the rustle of stockings on my legs. I am almost ready, but again and again I return to the mirror, carefully examining myself, trying to find even the slightest flaw in my impeccable makeup. Rising up on my toes, I look at myself all over and mechanically begin to straighten my stockings, running my hands from my knees up my thighs and pulling them up by the dark rim. At the same time, my skirt rides up and you see my legs. At this moment, feeling your condition, I turn my head towards you. A slight smile touches my lips - after all, I need very little to make you desire ... You get up and walk towards me. You hug and hug everything. I raise my head
Episode 1 ... You stand completely naked near the open closet and thoughtfully sort out your outfits. Finally, you opt for a super short open evening dress - extremely frank, not so much dressing as undressing you. - How? - a questioning look in my direction. - Thing! - I appreciate. You straighten your dress on the bed and pull out your panties. You look doubtfully at the thinnest fabric of the dress and take others - a purely symbolic lace rag on strings. With deft movements, slightly twisting your hips, you put them on - panties barely cover your pubis. In the summer, you removed your pubic hair, leaving your favorite "fashionable" haircut, and yet the most cheeky hairs peeked out from behind the lacy edges of the panties. I look at you with pleasure: an even tan covers your entire body. Following the example of all the local young (and not only) ladies, you sunbathe topless - bras from swimsuits remained at the bottom of the suitcase. At first, you were a little embarrassed