First lesson

[Marion]

(Marina Darkevich, fragment from the novel "Autumn Lightning")

“So, he ten years younger... Lena, this is the first time with me. I have never had such an age difference with anyone before. To be precise, I didn’t know any partners younger than me. With one exception - a guy who studied two years younger. But it was a fleeting affair at the university, I don’t even remember his name...

And here... Listen, Len, I still feel jittery. I was beaten even at the moment when we started talking, and I realized that the boy wanted me. But what happened to me when I realized that I also wanted him!.. You know, there probably wouldn’t have been a force in the world that could force him to back down. In a word, we quickly realized what exactly we expected from each other, and I invited the sweet young man to my place. Without any preliminary cafes and other nonsense. And he came. I met him dressed quite simply: a light dress with a flounce and straps, and not particularly short. It’s a nice color – either dark blue or light blue. Of course, I understand perfectly well that any boy is much more interested in what is under a woman’s clothes than in what she is wearing... But I’m not in sweatpants to accept a lover! (“Lover.” I really wrote that, right?) Then, I didn’t even exclude the possibility that he might rush to tear off the dress right in the hallway... In general, I didn’t know where it would all begin. But he surprised me a little. Not forgetting to close the door behind him first, he took a step towards me, fell to his knees, took my left palm in his hands and pressed it to his face. Listen, he kissed her for about five minutes! He didn’t miss a single phalanx of all the fingers, he slightly pulled their tips into his mouth one by one, walked along both sides of the palm... I stood there, afraid to move - it was indescribable. You may ask – what’s special about this? Maybe nothing, but how erotic it is! When he started kissing my wrist on the inside, I began to drool...”

– No, not like that.. “Just unfasten the straps,” Olga said, squatting down.

Tim took the dress with trembling hands. Olga felt him trembling and realized that she was also shaking. The clothes began to slide down her body, Olga straightened up and stood in front of the boy in only her underwear - a bright blue lace set. And in stockings - the same ones that have already become the talk of the town. Tim froze with delight, he even lost his breath - what a sight for a teenager! Without allowing him to come to his senses, Olga took him by the hand, pulled him to the bed and, standing at the edge of the bed, began to unbutton his shirt. The guy spread his arms, sat down, helping her... And, unable to resist, he impulsively hugged her knees, pressed his face to her thighs, and began kissing them through the thin nylon. Then he rose higher, to the strips of delicate skin between the stockings and the lower edge of the panties. Olga stroked his head and shoulders, as if encouraging these caresses. She understood that this had not even begun yet, they had a wonderful adventure ahead, and this made her heart ache sweetly.

Having relieved Tim of his trousers, Olga, with a pleasure understandable only to a woman, discovered a tight an erection that panties could not hide... and in no time left the boy without them. He didn’t even have time to get confused, he moved his hands funny, trying to cover himself, although he probably understood that it looked terribly stupid.

“Come here,” she called, climbing onto the sheet in blue shades, painted with sea waves, boats and islands with palm trees.

Tim obeyed. Olga looked at his body - not to say that it was athletic or lean, but far from flabby - she liked such well-knit shapes. She noticed his legs - not thin, but slender, like a girl’s and, to top off the comparison, not covered with hair. She liked that too. Having approached each other and standing on their knees, Olga and Tim began to kiss on the tongues, gasping and moaning barely audibly. Their palms eagerly walked over the skin of their bodies, which were pressed closely together, exchanging sexual fluids. Both understood that they were doing something slightly beyond the boundaries of generally accepted morality, and this added poignancy and sweet horror to the sensations.

Tim reached for the bra clasp, but Olga pulled his hands away:

– You’re in a hurry.

Tim began to show activity and tried to put Tochilova on her back, but she did not give in, straightened up and said:

- It’s not your turn now. And you want me to be in charge here, right?

After which she quite easily laid the boy on his back. He didn’t particularly resist, he just looked eagerly at the teacher with wide open eyes: the boy still couldn’t believe that this had happened to him in reality. Olga looked at the body of her young partner with no less lust, and only asked herself a rhetorical question: how could something like this happen to her? She lay on top of him, feeling his hard dick pressing against her stomach, whispered, “please just lie there and don’t do anything,” then she rose up, spread Tim’s legs and sat on his right thigh, pressing her crotch tightly, still hidden under her panties. , to smooth skin. Then she leaned forward slightly, put one hand on Tim’s shoulder, the other on the pillow, grabbed the boy’s thigh with her thighs as tightly as she could, and began to make slow rhythmic movements, like a schoolgirl clutching a pillow to herself in search of her first life of orgasm.

If Tim could have any objections to such a method, then he was not stupid enough to express a protest. Still would! A half-naked woman with whom he was passionately in love was now sitting on him, and she was moving so sexually that just from this sight alone he could cum. Olga picked up the pace, squeezing Tim’s thigh even tighter, he was even surprised to feel such strength. His penis kept hitting its head against Olga’s stomach. The excitement was growing every minute. And when Tochilova began to moan, feeling the approaching peak of pleasure, Tim began to “blow the roof off.” He even fidgeted a little, because his orgasm was also somewhere very close, but Olga, even though she was almost in ecstasy, quickly stopped any attempts to get ahead of events. She grabbed his hands, pressed them to his chest and leaned back a little. Now the boy’s penis was hanging in the air, not touching her body, but Olga lost her rhythm slightly. However, nothing terrible happened - by doing this she just delayed the arrival of her orgasm by about half a minute. And he covered her - powerful, like an explosion, bright, like the sun, sweet, like chocolate... Olga stopped, exhaled air, then leaned down, touched the tense penis with her stomach, pressed herself and moved along it back and forth, in about the same way the same pace that was swinging on the boy’s hip a few seconds ago. And almost immediately I heard Tim’s loud sigh and felt his penis pulsate and twitch; a hot stream of sperm spread pleasantly over the skin...

A few seconds later, when they were lying next to each other, half-embracing, and Olga’s left hand was combing through the hair of Tim, whose head was resting on her chest, the woman said:

– I know what I’m doing. If I took your penis into me, you would come in less than half a minute, without really understanding anything. Yes, and I wouldn’t understand anything either.

“You’re probably right,” Tim said after a pause.

Olga wanted to say that it’s stupid to call her “you” after that what happened between them, but decided to remain silent. She ran the fingers of her right hand over her stomach, collecting cum from her skin, then licked her fingers. Tim should see this, she thought. Let’s assume that this is also a lesson of some kind.

– Did you and Inna have about the same thing? – Olga asked.

– Not that it’s the same... But if that’s what you’re talking about, then yes. She wouldn’t let me... in.

– But it helped you cum, right?

– Well... yes.

n– By hand?

– Why are you asking this?

– So as not to repeat other people’s mistakes, baby. I think there was no mistake now. Did you like it?.. M?

“Yes,” said Tim. After a pause, he added. – I liked that you felt good.

– Baby, you’re nice.

“Lena, he’s really nice. And very affectionate. We chatted while lying down for a while, then he seemed to sense what exactly I needed. I helped him take off his bra and panties, and we began to make out. He kissed my body, not leaving a single centimeter unattended (at least in front), even licked off the remnants of his sperm. I didn’t have to give him much direction; he already knew what to do. And what’s most interesting is that I had a good idea of ​​how. Maybe your situation with this is different, Len, but not every lover is ready to perform cunnilingus during the first sex. Yes, I wouldn’t allow just anyone! I had one regular boyfriend, married. Oh, how he did it!.. There are no words to describe. Maybe you need some special talent or the ability to subtly feel a woman. He knew how... But the boy is also good! He may be inexperienced, but apparently at some level he has empathy. He turned out to be the second man (I write “man”, is it true???) in my life who was able to bring me to orgasm with just his tongue, without the help of fingers. I needed a little (just a little) guidance on what and how, and a fair amount of time passed before I flew away - more than ten minutes. Perhaps, for a man who does cunnilingus, it is first of all important to slightly stroke his ego - like how great I am at giving pleasure to my girlfriend! But he also liked the process itself - I felt it, especially when he tried to push his tongue as deep as possible (Len, now I’ll probably start leaking again). When I finished, he was delighted. It seems that he would not refuse to repeat it, but I decided that we needed to move on to the next lesson. Moreover, his penis was already in full combat readiness. And you know, he surprised me again. I thought that now he would take me in the usual missionary position, but no! He wasn’t interested. I remained on my back, and he positioned himself on the side, lifted my right leg, and somehow we very easily and naturally ended up in the “scissors” position. I had a man who once tried to settle down in a similar way, but it didn’t work out for him, but here everything went so smoothly and coolly, there are no words! The boy is very interesting! It is important that the man properly squeeze his legs around my thigh, well, I don’t know how to say this... So that he at least half feels like a woman, or something, imagining what she must feel in this position. The boy did it! The robber made me scream out loud, I almost lost consciousness when I came. By the way, he also screamed - I don’t know about you, but I love it when men scream from orgasm, I just lose my will from it!

Then we rested a little and did another “race” " It took him a little over half an hour to recover the second time. It’s a nice thing - teenage hypersexuality, huh? Men who are over thirty can rarely do this anymore. In general, Len, I’ll tell you what: I’ve never had such an experience in my life. I won’t guess how long this will last, but the boy is in love with me (and I am in love with him too, apparently!) Some moments seemed funny. Even though he made it clear that he would allow me to dominate and would not say the word “no”, I never got to today’s acquisitions. Why dont know. Or rather, I know. Maybe. The boy still came three times, and for a man (I’m writing this word again!) this is more than a good result. And maybe she was afraid to scare her ahead of time. But. Here’s what I did. Before walking him home, I took off my stockings (I had been wearing them the whole time!) and gave them to him. Do you know what she said? If he wants to come to me again, let him wear them. He was surprised, to put it mildly, but I think he will do it! You should have seen how he smoothed them out before rolling them up and hiding them. I’m sure that as soon as he takes them in his hands, he will immediately get hard. Like this. Lena, if you want to ask me something, ask. If you want to talk about something of your own, tell me. I hope to receive a message from you soon.”

Olga finished the letter and pressed “send”. Of course, she could have been a little more frank, but something held her back. If he asks, Olga thought, then I’ll tell you. May be. And she will never tell anyone about their dialogues...

– ...Your eyes are incredible,” Tim said quietly, caressing and kissing Olga. (Well, finally, “you”, she chuckled to herself.) “They are like electric sparks.” They seem to be blue, but when you look at them from a different angle, they become purple... And then - once again - they are green.

Olga lowered her eyelashes, intoxicated by compliments and kisses. Which gradually moved from the face and neck lower and lower.

– I’m just a fan of your body. Your skin is so smooth... And such an intoxicating aroma that you can go crazy.

His palms walked over her shoulders, went down her sides, lay on her hips (they shuddered slightly at the same time ).

– And you are strong. I bet you go to the gym. And you do different things under load. Right?

Olga just said “uh-huh,” petting the boy like a cat. He pressed his lips to her stomach, kissing the butterfly.

– And your tummy is soft... Very feminine.

Olga didn’t want to say anything . Yes, she really works out in the gym, especially paying attention to “female” exercises, like gymnastics for the muscles of the inner thighs. But she did not pump up her abs, limiting herself to keeping her waist trim. She didn’t like girls’ flat or - even worse - sculpted bellies. It looked, in her opinion, not very feminine and not at all sexy. Proof of this is not the first partner who admires her belly and, apparently, sincerely.

Admiration prompted her to move on to more active actions, and the lovers staged another “race”. After waiting for Tim to regain his “working capacity,” Olga laid him on his back with caresses. Then she sat on top of the penis and surrendered to her feelings. Throwing her head back, she moved as she wanted - up and down, back and forth, sometimes speeding up the rhythm, and sometimes holding back her run in order to prolong the sweet minutes. If someone asked what she imagined at these moments, they would hardly receive a clear answer, even if Tochilova suddenly wanted to share it with someone. No, she wouldn’t want to... Swinging in blissful languor, she seemed to soar somewhere, completely surrendering to her feminine essence...

Plus loin plus haut
J’atteints mon astre (je vertige de vivre)
Plus loin plus haut
L’esprit voyage (je vertige de vivre)
L’йveil d’un sens
L’instinct d’une danse (je vertige de vivre)
Plus loin plus haut
L ’extase et l’immensitе (je vertige d’etre vivant) *)

For a while she she forgot about everything, even about the existence of her young lover... But, to be fair, after long sweet convulsions shook her body, she remembered him. And she realized that he, unlike her, did not have time to finish. This made her happy, so much so that even her heart stopped for a second.

“Well, baby, it looks like we’ve come to the end,” she said quietly. She rose to her knees, releasing her penis (which slipped out with an almost inaudible sound “l”) and, without waiting for it to dry, she leaned back, bent over, tossed her hair to the side and wrapped her lips around the penis (wasn’t this what she had dreamed of back in August? beach by the lake?!), covered in her lubricant. Closing her eyes in pleasure, she licked the organ from top to bottom and began to provide the boy with perhaps the most exquisite and intimate pleasure that a woman can give a man. Olga understood that her sexual experience was not enough for her to be called a “blowjob queen,” but she had strong empathy and had a sincere desire to please her partner. The load of sperm turned out to be small - after all, the third time in a relatively short time! – but the blow to the tongue was quite noticeable. And - what made Olga especially happy - Tim screamed, shuddering in a short but clearly very strong orgasm.

* * *

“Olenka! You’re lovely! It’s late at night, morning is about to come, and you’re most likely asleep. After such a wonderful evening, as you describe it, the dream is very sweet - I know from myself)). And I’m not sleeping yet - imagine, I also have a guest today! There he is now lying on my bed, cracking tangerines and making faces at me while I write to you. You are great, thank you for your frankness... and I will be frank with you. At the moment, I still have the taste of sperm on my tongue and lips... I just love it... I’m sure you understand that actually blowjob is our dominance? Sooner or later, every woman begins to understand this. A man is really weak, even if he imagines otherwise. Once his thing is in your mouth, he is completely subservient to you, he is completely at your mercy, and you can do anything with him. Paradoxically, cunnilingus is not the mirror analogue of blowjob. This is just the other side of our dominance, it is here in all its glory, as they say. You may have noticed - many guys, especially those who hang out in all sorts of SZ, have this... I don’t even know what to call it... trend, or something - they are ready to lick anyone, anytime. But, as a rule, it’s stupid. Whether they lack fine-tuning, or something else, I don’t know. I don’t like it, to be honest. Even despite the fact that guys who love cunnilingus (especially in its primitive form) are somehow “wired” for a subordinate role, albeit not always expressed. But this is a theory, in practice it is better to just enjoy sex and not bother with justifications. As I usually do. In general, you are lucky if your boy makes a good lick - this does not happen too often. I’m talking about high-quality performance, of course.

So, Olenka, my wild coyote is already clicking his teeth, I will continue later with the details. Kisses.”

* Lyrics from the song Vertige by Mylène Farmer

[Manfred]

Marina, this is the best text in this genre! Amazing authenticity of detail and emotion. If this happened to someone somewhere, everything was, or would have been, exactly like this, when the participants have empathy for each other.
The inaudible sound of “ll” penetration is your brilliant find. That’s exactly what it sounds like! I’ve even said it quietly several times, plunging into the wet tightness of my wife, and slipping out of her after the finale And I like it!
And by the way, yes, the exact detail from this fragment , not read before: once in our youth, my then-prospective wife said in the morning that she still felt the taste of sperm in the mouth. I hope there is no need to describe what reaction this caused me

Are there audio options with this and other "censored" fragments? It would be interesting to listen to the book without any exceptions with my wife - we spend about three hours on the road once a week, listening to audio books.

I’ll re-read it again.. Third

[King Bird]

Marion, thank you very much, what a pleasant read, so exciting in every way . I believe that without relevant sexual experience it is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to write something like this. I join the question Manfred, these fragments are available in audio versions ?

[Marion]

The inaudible sound of "ll" penetration is your brilliant discovery. That’s exactly what it sounds like! I’ve even said it quietly several times, both while plunging into the wet tightness of my wife and slipping out of her after the finale And I like it!

You just made me blush with this phrase, but thanks anyway. That’s what I hear too ).

Are there audio options with this and others "censored" fragments? It would be interesting to listen to the book without exceptions with my wife - we spend about three hours on the road once a week, listening to audiobooks.

I agree with Manfred’s question, are these fragments available in audio versions?

According to the novel "Autumn Lightning" these fragments are not voiced on audio. You need to search for "High Immersion" and ask for unedited recordings. Probably, later it will be possible to post them on the forum somehow. For now, there is still little I can do here; the links are still not attached.

[Serg_A]

You understand that in fact blowjob is our dominance?

Here I agree only partly, for example, I really feel a woman’s power over me during a blowjob (in fact, I don’t like it, and I try to avoid it in every possible way), and what if a woman gives it , then, with her flexible psyche, she can imagine herself in any role, and this is her advantage.

Sent after 6 minutes 45 seconds:

cunnilingus is not a mirror analogue of a blowjob. This is just another side of our dominance

But this (female dominance) I have never felt at all in Cooney time, although I love him more than life . In fact, I only recently learned that there is such "light dominance" when the mistress "forces" to lick. I never knew this side of cunnilingus.

[Fargal94]

This fragment is sorely lacking to complete the picture in the published book (I’m currently reading and enjoying your work. I especially liked the phrase about the transformation of butterflies in the stomach into cockroaches in the head) Gorgeous! It was worth reading for that alone)

[Marion]

This fragment is sorely lacking to complete the picture in the published book (I’m currently reading and enjoying your work. I especially liked the phrase about the transformation of butterflies in the stomach into cockroaches in the head) Gorgeous! It was worth reading only because of her)

The publishing house was quite strict about uninhibited descriptions, but this is understandable. Even then they were afraid of something. And the saying about butterflies and cockroaches. I’ll be honest, I didn’t come up with it. This is folk art)). But I hope that not only proverbs and sayings will be appreciated by .