Consolidation of what has been covered

[Marion]

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

– Tell me, Tim, why are you “Liskin”?
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– Can I have personal secrets?

– Of course they can... Come here.

Young man, remaining in only women’s stockings, he approached his experienced mistress and, obeying the movements of her hands, sank to his knees. He grabbed his hips with his hands and pressed his face to her crotch. Olga was expecting this, but still, she could not resist sighing when a warm, quivering tongue slid across her lips, persistently trying to penetrate between them, and then expose the sensitive mound at the top of them. Olga threw her head back, put her hands on Tim’s shoulders, lightly squeezed them with her fingers: well done, my boy...

But suddenly she pulled back until lust took over her completely.

“Lie down,” she pointed to the bed. – On your back.

Tim obeyed. He excitedly looked up as Olga climbed onto the bed, spread her legs above him and got closer to him. Moist lips hung a few centimeters away, demandingly parted, like an exotic flower. Olga straightened her torso, looking down from top to bottom, then carefully squatted down and moved to a half-sitting position, leaning on her knees. She covered the boy’s face with her crotch, but tried not to press on him. Tim eagerly grabbed her hips and plunged his tongue into her dripping vagina. Olga carefully began to move her pelvis back and forth; every second brought her incomparable pleasure. And Tim almost went crazy with pleasure, listening to the sweet moans of the teacher. He accepted her rhythm and began making counter movements with his tongue and lips. Olga’s body shuddered, her fingers lightly stroked Tim’s shoulder twice - you’re super!.. So, rhythmically caressing his mistress, the young man, after ten minutes, made her scream at the peak of passion. Olga often brought herself to release, half-sitting on her knees, and knew well that an orgasm has some piquant features if it overtakes her in this position... In a word, Tim almost suffocated when she squeezed her thighs, as if trying to hold it inside her “ dancing bunny.”

– Baby, you can’t even imagine how skillful your tongue is... All your future women will simply go crazy, mark my words!

– Olya, can I really think about anyone other than you?..

Tochilova looked at Tim’s penis, which was probably shaking like a rocket at the start and was ready to shoot at any second.

“That’s right,” she said. “Because I’m with you, here and now.”

With these words, she slid down, kissing and caressing the body of her young lover until his penis rested on her chin, then on her cheek. Taking him into her mouth (yes, this is exactly what she was thinking about back in August on the beach by the lake!), Olga tried to prevent the boy from cumming for as long as possible. She had a good idea of ​​how best to do this, pressing her fingers at the right moments on certain points between the scrotum and anus, and stroking the testicles, without falling into the rhythm of her tongue with her finger movements. Olga ensured that Tim moaned and sighed for several minutes, involuntarily throwing his hips, but Olga set out to sweetly torture him, knowing well that the tighter the string was pulled, the louder it burst... Her saliva covered his entire penis and testicles, and Having moistened the middle finger of her right hand in it, the woman passed it between the young lover’s buttocks and with pleasure felt his trembling of pleasure. Pressing her finger against the anus and pressing lightly, she began to quickly move her head back and forth, leaning the surface of her tongue against the underside of the head with the frenulum. Tim sighed loudly, slightly relaxed his buttocks (the woman’s finger immediately entered on one phalanx), then convulsively jerked his hips, and after a few seconds, with a short cry, released a powerful load, filling Olga’s mouth with sperm, who with her lower lip clearly felt the characteristic tremors inside the penis boys.

“And why do they say that this is supposedly unpleasant? – she thought. - Yes, not cream soufflé. But I’m not in a candy store after all...” Running her tongue along her gums, Tochilova suddenly desperately wanted to sit down at the computer right now, call Lena and tell her what she had just done, and what she feels the taste in her mouth.

She stood up, moved forward and up, raising her face above Tim’s. She smiled at him. Pearlescent drops of sperm hung from her lower lip and chin.

– You said you would do anything for me? – Olga asked half-affirmatively. – Kiss me.

For a second he struggled with himself. And he won against himself. Pulling Olga’s face towards his, he parted his lips, put his tongue into her mouth, and so they kissed for a long time, fencing with their tongues. To say that she liked this attraction means to sin a little against the truth. Olga was incredibly delighted with him - she had never practiced this with anyone before

(and it’s not a fact that I will practice with anyone else...)
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Stroking Tim’s legs, covered with her stockings (which evoked a completely vicious lust), Olga recalled with a smile his appearance on her doorstep today. It was written on the boy’s face that he was either going to drop out of school, or had stolen someone’s Lexus. They began to undress, and Tochilova gasped when she saw that the boy had actually complied with her request, pulling his stockings under his trousers.

(“Do you like it?” he asked in a that moment.

- “Yes,” she only answered, kissing the boy and taking him by the penis, which threatened to tear his panties...)

Now this member was relaxed, but gradually increasing its readiness. With light movements of her hand, Olga slightly accelerated this process, and when the boy had almost regained his strength for the next take-off approach, she got out of bed and, smiling slyly, went to the closet.

– You promised, too. that you will begin to obey me in everything,” said Tochilova, removing from the shelf an object consisting of several straps, vaguely reminiscent of either a harness or an instrument of torture. Tim watched with slight concern the actions of the class teacher. She deftly (because she had practiced before) fastened the straps on her hips, showing Tim what it looked like. And it looked quite sexy and symmetrical; in front, where men should have a penis, there was something like a kind of fastening. Tim probably guessed what it was (schoolchildren these days are very advanced), and Olga did not need to arrange a long intrigue. Taking from the same shelf a flesh-colored dildo - relatively short, not too thick and not very hard (significantly smaller than a real adult male organ), Tochilova attached it to the device, and demonstrated to the slightly dumbfounded boy a typical strap-on, with the help of which women advanced in erotic delights try on assume the sexual characteristics of the opposite sex.

– Do you like me? – Olga asked, akimbo, imitating male masturbation.

- “You have no brakes at all,” Tim said with admiration and even slight apprehension in his voice.

“That’s right,” Olga smiled. - I’m very depraved. Like most women really. Get ready, kid.

– What are you going to do?

– Like what? I intend to fuck you. And you just have to choose which pose. Either you stay on your back, as you do now, and raise your legs to see the whole process, or you roll over onto your tummy and present your butt to me without looking... If I were you, I would choose the first option, but I’ll be fine with any...

Taking a tube of intimate gel, Olga squeezed out a fair amount of shiny lubricant onto dildo and smeared it all over its surface.

– Well, apparently, you’re staying "How are you lying..." said Tochilova and climbed onto the bed. Tim, without saying a word, lifted and spread his legs.

– Well done, honey... – Olga cooed, stroking his hips and his firmly erect organ. Squeezing more gel onto the middle finger of her right hand, she touched the guy’s backside (his buttocks involuntarily shuddered and clenched). - Well, well, baby... Don’t be so afraid... I won’t do anything bad to you.

The boy sighed and tried to relax. Olga took advantage of this, and her middle finger slid into the anus, immediately tightly grasping the uninvited “interventionist”, but due to the large amount of lubrication, resistance was useless. Tochilova moved her finger back and forth for a while, and with her left hand she gently stroked Tim’s testicles. The guy began to really like it: he sighed and gradually began to relax.

– You see how nice it is. You will feel good, I promise,” Olga whispered, gently covering his face with kisses, after which she rose and, holding the “member” with her hand, touched Tim’s anus, thickly covered with gel. For Olga this was something completely new. Her heart sank sweetly, her knees trembled a little. She felt something similar to pride, akin to the one that a man feels when he deflorates a girl... So here the situation is exactly the same, Tochilova thought: I’ll deflower his ass now. And he knows it - you can see how he is shaking from the same novelty and from the realization that he is crossing - together with me, naturally - another line on the path of exquisite pleasures!

Olga pressed her hips , helping the “member” to crawl inside with your hand. Tim resisted involuntarily, moaning. He felt a little pain - there was no doubt about that. But the boy turned out to be worthy of his teacher - he put his hands behind his back and spread his buttocks. The anus gave way, the rod crawled inside. Even though it was relatively small, it was still noticeably thicker than a woman’s finger. Tim moaned louder. But Olga understood well that she couldn’t stop now - otherwise it would be worse later; Good thing, the experiment will end in failure. She slightly increased the pressure, but, trying not to make sudden movements, she smoothly inserted the “member” into the young man’s ass three-quarters of the way. Tim took a noisy breath, it seemed like he was suffocating. The boy’s eyes opened wide. The member, the one that is his real one, has fallen off.

– Does it hurt, baby? – Olga asked with genuine sympathy. This pain was suddenly empathetically conveyed to her.

- It’s okay, it’ll pass now... - Tim answered hoarsely.

- Of course, honey, – Olga said, stroking his penis with her fingertips.

After a minute, apparently, the guy began to get used to the new sensations, the discomfort began to go away. His penis began to swell and lengthen - a sight that fills the soul of any sexually active woman with joy. Tim decided to help her: he slightly raised his butt and began to push himself onto the strap-on.

– Well done, my boy... – Olga whispered. She squeezed a little more lubricant onto her palm and began to caress the growing penis, spreading the gel over it. She made herself comfortable, lowered her pubis a little lower and began to little by little make back-and-forth movements with her hips, exactly the same as those made by a man who is in the missionary position with his partner... Now Olga was playing the role of the man, and she liked it to the point of dizziness. She felt the straps of the strap-on, which met at her groin, lightly rubbing her lips. It cannot be said that it was very pleasant, but... The lust gradually grew, and the straps became more and more wet from the lubricant. Olga looked with tenderness at her young partner, who was increasingly surrendering to pleasure. His penis under Olga’s belly tensed and became dense; richly covered with gel, it slid over her skin, pressing tightly against her and giving its owner wonderful sensations... Olga increased the pace a little, leaning forward a little; the young man, obeying the given rhythm, began to throw his pelvis towards the woman’s thrusts, grabbed her from behind with his legs, still covered in women’s stockings. “Oh my God, he moves like a girl!” – Olga was amazed. From the feelings that washed over her, she even felt moisture in her eyes. However, there was much more moisture below; Tochilova put her hand between the straps of the strap-on and began to massage the clitoris with her fingers. Tim moaned delightfully and pressed his hard penis against Olga’s stomach more and more until he finally twitched and released a small portion of sperm. Olga, waiting for this moment, made the necessary movement with her fingers, and after a couple of seconds she plunged into a cloud of orgasm that shook her body. She made a sound similar to a sob... and then realized with surprise that she was actually crying.

Tim also noticed this when Olga leaned back, and the strap-on (“l !”), jumped out of his ass.

– What’s wrong with you? - he asked with alarm and bewilderment.

- Nothing... Everything is fine... - And, as if to prove these words, Olga laughed quietly. It was the laughter of a woman, happy to the utmost possible extent, one hundred percent...

Tim began to pull off his stockings, fidgeted worriedly, and chuckled in confusion:

n – It’s slippery there... – And he also laughed. But he quickly became serious, even tensed up a little: “You know, I couldn’t even think that I might like something like this... It’s like that... Well... It’s not right, or something... But I really I liked it... why?

– It’s because you relaxed, Tim. There is no need to be ashamed of anything: in love there is nothing shameful or forbidden if it gives you pleasure.

– So this is what we have with you... Love, it turns out?

– Very close to this. You’re in love with me, I see. I’m into you too. Would we really be able to give each other so much pleasure without feeling? If you had only lust, even at our meeting, after the first orgasm, you would not have felt anything except depression, slight disgust and the desire to go home as quickly as possible. And since this is not so...

Tim suddenly leaned close to Olga, hugged her with his arms, hid his face in her neck.

– Olya “I love you,” he muttered quietly.

Olga again felt moisture in her eyes.

“Don’t do that, baby,” said she. “What’s happening between us is not true love.” This is love. It will pass, and very soon, believe me.

– No. Not this way. I love you so much that I don’t believe it. It’s only now that I understand what it means to “bring the moon from the sky.” I want you to tell me this: “Tim, bring me the moon from the sky.” And I’ll go after her... I’m probably talking nonsense, right?

“No, my boy,” said Olga, melting with tenderness and impulsively hugging the young man’s body to her. “At this moment it really seems so to you.” But everything will change soon. We need to think about this now.

– What will change, Olya? I don’t want anything to change...

– This is impossible. Our relationship will end very soon. They have no future... And believe me, this is for the better. You will understand yourself.

– I want to be with you, always...

Swallowing bitter saliva, Olga stroked Tim on the shoulders.

...They had another “set”. This time they simply switched places, remaining in the same missionary position: Olga lay on her back, legs spread, and Tim fucked her, sitting on top. Something elusive happened between the lovers after a recent short conversation: Olga did not feel the passion with which Tim usually entered her. Although, perhaps this is because he was already on his way to his third peak that evening, and was a little tired. He walked for quite a long time, but finished sweetly... Unlike Olga, orgasm did not grace her with its visit this time. She did the standard imitation, not particularly worrying about the nuances, realizing that the boy was not so experienced as to recognize a woman’s trick... Soon she walked him to the door, feeling that the last time they parted was much more mischievous. Now Olga was filled with a slight sadness: she herself understood perfectly well that her relationship with Tim was doomed from the very beginning, and it could not be artificially spurred on. At best, they will both get confused in the relationship, at worst, a conflict is inevitable...

Looking around the empty love list, Olga smiled sadly: although the boy had taken off his stockings, it seemed he had grabbed them with me as a souvenir... I picked up a strap-on that I bought the other day in a sex shop and admired it a little. Then she headed to the bathroom.

Having her body under the pleasant streams of water, Tochilova closed her eyes, replaying recent episodes in her memory, one after another... The last time was definitely not enough for her - cockroaches were in her head then conquered the butterflies in my stomach...

A second shower hook was installed above the edge of the bathtub. The first one, as expected, stuck out of the wall, at a level slightly higher than human height. Only a woman, and even then not just anyone, could have guessed the purpose of the second hook; a man would be left in bewilderment: is it really necessary to hang a plug here?

Tochilova attached the shower to the bottom hook, adjusted the pressure and temperature, sat reclining in the bathroom and spread her legs so that streams of water flowed right into her crotch. At first, Olga fleetingly once again dreamed of a bath with hydromassage, but the shower very soon took her thoughts in a completely different direction. That orgasm, which was missing today, came quickly - intense and as if “revealing”, exactly the same as in childhood... Even a little frightening, as it should be for a girl who is just beginning to discover her feminine essence , locked in the bathroom alone with the shower.

“...Are you asking what I felt at that moment?..You know , the feeling is impossible to describe. Even if I manage to find the right words, it still won’t be right. Therefore, I will say only one word, and you can interpret it as you see fit. Tenderness. Tenderness. When I fucked him with a strap-on, looking from above, and he lay on his back, wrapping his legs in stockings around me and trying to push himself harder, my head became foggy, and tears welled up in my eyes. He was like a chick in his hands, like a little kitten - trusting, touching... No, Len, you can’t express it in words... It’s not the same. Not that. Not that.”

[niqk]

Very nice story! I wonder how much it reflects the author’s personal experience?

[King Bird]

Bold theme. Active, experienced woman makes a sissy boy out of just a young man. I can’t say that this is exactly what catches you, but it excites you and really paints a picture for your imagination.

[Serg_A]

It’s very well written, you can feel the emotions of the characters, but in real life... I just broke up with one friend because she wanted to cut me off, well, that’s not my thing, damn it!

[Manfred]

.. I picked up the strap-on that I bought the other day in a sex shop and admired it a little. Then she headed to the bathroom.

Yeah, I admired it. After such use.. For a reader with a vivid imagination, this is a fair demotivator..
I think the scene with the strap-on and stockings is completely unnecessary here. Although described in excellent language. After all, the teacher educates the guy during the course of the plot.
You have excellent powers of observation and attention to detail - at the moment of ejection of sperm, it is the lower part of the penis that actually pulsates noticeably. Now I will catch the elastic trembling of my wife’s lower lip at these moments.
And in the sperm you saw mother of pearl. Well, why not re-read it again..
A master of words who knows the subject well is a very rare combination. I’m talking about you

[King Bird]

A master of words who knows the subject well is a very rare combination.

Correct. I suspect that the author has a very rich and varied sensory experience and, apparently, a positive one. Yes, and the imagination is turned on to the fullest. I also noticed that in the text, among other things, there are a lot of remarks about love and tenderness. Guys don’t usually write porn like that. Sometimes it’s in a good style and exciting, but it’s all about the functionality of the genitals. There are no characters or feelings. In extreme cases, they will only write "she was blonde with blue eyes, size 3 breasts and wearing a thong." Everything is different here.

[Marion]

Now I will catch with my gaze the elastic trembling of my wife’s lower lip at these moments.

I’m trying to understand how you will do this . Either your wife will have to hold a mirror under her chin, or shoot the video from a lower angle, then watch.

And I also noticed that in the text, among other things, there are a lot of remarks about love and tenderness.

My target audience is women. It’s for them that you need to write like this. And I initially did not set myself the task of pleasing men and boys with frank descriptions. But if it works out, so be it, I don’t mind.

[Manfred]

I’m trying to understand how you will do this . Either your wife will have to hold a mirror under her chin, or shoot a video from a lower "angle", then watch.

Video photos are excluded - the wife dismisses all conversations from the very beginning
I don’t have a stomach, if I lean a little to the side, I think something will be visible. Although, it’s probably like a pulse - almost invisible, but noticeable when touched. I will now pay attention to everything.
And I try to pulsate more energetically in these seconds - I hope that for my wife such a response will somehow muffle the protest of her taste buds to the spreading liquid mother of pearl in the mouth (c)

Sent after 17 minutes 50 seconds:

And I initially did not set myself the task of pleasing men and boys with frank descriptions. But if it works, so be it, I don’t mind.

You have a great balance between detailing interactions and describing emotions.
However, I would like a little more description of the sensations. We are very interested in how it all looks from the female side. To make empathy more accurate.

[Marion]

We are very interested

Can I ask if you and your wife read my texts or porn stories in general?

[Manfred]

Can I ask if you and your wife read my texts or porn stories in general?

It turns out that "we" can understand that way No, my wife doesn’t look here and doesn’t read such texts. Or hides it very carefully. "For us" - this is for men.

[King Bird]

if you deviate a little to the side, I think something will be visible. Although, it’s probably like a pulse - almost invisible, but noticeable when touched. I will pay attention to everything now.

I was also interested, yesterday my wife and I had sex, in the light of day. She usually gives a blowjob either when I’m lying down or when I’m standing. Yesterday I deliberately took a sitting position, which incredibly surprised my wife. I said honestly that I wanted to watch carefully. Indeed, it is impossible to see your own pulsation in the lower part of the root of the penis. The lower lip is also not visible, either the penis is blocked, or it is her tongue. But she herself feels this pulsation, and she said so. So Marion is right. She cannot be denied observation skills.

[Cyrus Tabor]

I love reading the fantasies of teachers, even former ones, mixed with their real sexual experiences. Respect, Marion!