Opening yourself up to new things

[Marion]

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

When the palms of the man standing behind Olga gently lay on her chest, Olga slowly put her hands behind her back , unbuttoned Sergei’s trousers and took his stiff penis with her fingers (an impressive size, for that matter - this still matters for a woman!) A light sigh was heard from behind, the man’s fingers unfastened the clasp of his bra and gently walked over the bare skin, drawing circles around nipples Now it was Olga’s turn to sigh. She closed her eyes and slightly threw her head back when Sergei began to kiss her neck, and his hands, barely touching the skin, began to move down her body. The woman’s hips trembled as a light sliding touch reached the middle of her stomach. She involuntarily began to move her hand, clasping the penis, back and forth, but Sergei pulled back, then turned Olga to face him, and they merged in a kiss. Naked bodies touched, a hard penis rested against the pubis, still covered with panties. But Sergei’s hands grabbed their elastic band and pulled them down. Olga, having no doubt that she was doing the right thing, helped lower them from her buttocks and slightly brought her legs together without squeezing them. The panties slipped to the floor. In such a situation, Maxim or Dima would first of all sit down next to her, covering her lower abdomen with kisses and gradually approaching her lips, shiny with moisture, to run a slippery, quivering tongue between them... But Sergei did not do this - his fingers suddenly appeared between the woman’s legs - gentle, skillful... Olga obediently spread her legs, enjoying the touches and experiencing the desire flaring up in her more and more. Sergei slightly pushed her towards the bed, Olga sat on it, raising her knees and spreading her thighs. While Sergei was parting with the remnants of his clothes, she, looking straight into his eyes, put her hand on top of her vagina and began to caress herself with her fingers. Dima and Leshka were always especially turned on by this, they both sometimes even asked her not to stop and reward herself with an orgasm on her own... Sergey turned out to be more like Gena - he was also turned on by such a sight, but he always came to Olga to help... Sergei quickly hovered over her, pointed his weapon at the target, and his penis, despite its decent size, easily parted the hot lips of the vagina and penetrated inside, sliding (“l!”) along the elastic lubricant. Olga fell back onto the surface of the bed and threw her legs high. When, finally, the utmost delicious fullness made Olga moan out loud, he stopped for a few seconds to allow the woman to fully experience this sweet moment, and then slowly removed his penis to the exit from the cave, froze for a second, and again plunged it into Olga. And he began to sway - rhythmically, sweepingly; bringing the penis out almost to the head and then returning it inside to its full possible length. Oh, this man behaved completely differently from the boy nicknamed Tim! An experienced lover, like a born musician, he knew perfectly well how to lead the main melody; unmistakably, without falsehood, he extracted the right notes from Olga’s body. And at the same time he did not forget about himself. With each movement, he gradually increased the amplitude and inserted his penis deeper and deeper. Assertive, powerful (crescendo, vigoroso, forte!) With rhythmic movements of her legs, Olga pulled the moving body of the man, as if driving him into herself, and waved her hips, pressing from below... Sergei kept increasing the speed, his penis worked like the piston of a racing car going to overtake... But the amplitude of the shocks decreased, and the man in such a simple way ensured that Olga, who had almost reached orgasm, trembled for some time very close to the top, unable to be on it. Quickly, even faster (allegro, presto, prestissimo!) The woman flew into a complete frenzy; Having practically lost control of herself, she bit Sergei on the shoulder. And then, finally, her back arched slightly, her legs stretched into strings, and her thighs squeezed her lover’s body. Olga squirmed and struggled under him. Screaming intermittently in a paroxysm of voluptuousness, at the edge of her consciousness she nevertheless noticed how Sergei growled like an animal, and felt light tremors of the release of sperm deep inside... Or maybe she just imagined it.

... I thought we would not only fall through the bed, but also break through the floor and end up in the basement,” Olga said relaxedly, lazily stretching her whole body. She turned over on her stomach, feeling the sperm oozing out of her onto the sheets (well, the devil is with them!)

Sergei, smiling, stroked Olga’s back with his fingers.
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“You can’t be called gentle,” Tochilova continued. - But I like it. I like the way you behave, truly like a man.

“Yes, I’m a male,” Sergei said smugly with a deliberate southern accent. “You’re extraordinary,” he said admiringly immediately after that, quickly changing his tone. - My God, you’re so passionate, I couldn’t even imagine... You’re giving me a direct electric shock, ten thousand volts, one hundred amperes... Even if you put up a sign - don’t interfere, it’ll kill you...

– Come on... I’m a weak woman. How can I kill? So get in, don’t be afraid.

– No, you’re strong. You have purely feminine strength, if I understand anything about it!

Olga really wanted to know what Sergei really understood. She was already able to quickly adapt to Knecht’s “style,” and it cannot be said that it turned out to be difficult. Moreover, she even liked it - to be led, to be in a certain subordination to a strong man... It is simply unthinkable to imagine someone like him in women’s stockings and in a passive role.

. ..Olga went into the shower. Directing streams of water onto her body and melting with pleasure, she suddenly saw Esmarch’s mug hanging on a hook, which she had simply forgotten to put away after yesterday’s easy procedure. What a disaster! The body was covered with goose bumps, the nipples became unpleasantly hard. I wonder if Sergei noticed this thing when he came here for the first time, when they first came from the street? It’s hard not to notice... Hiding a rubber bag with a tube now was more than stupid, and there was probably no need... Or maybe it’s for the best?

Olga returned from the shower and , while Sergei, in turn, was in the bathroom, I figured out whether it made sense to show him something from the arsenal of sexual toys. And, if so, when? Right now, a little later, or at the next meeting? This is their first time! And how many more exciting episodes may lie ahead!..

...Looking into Sergei’s eyes, Olga slid down along his body, sat down on her knees next to him, and carefully took him in her right hand protruding penis. Squinting with pleasure, she began to stroke his testicles with the fingers of her left hand, and moved the head of his penis over her face: across her cheeks, cheekbones, chin... Sticking out her tongue, she patted it with the underside with the frenulum - such a trick usually makes any man go crazy.

– Do you like it that much? – without hiding joyful hope, Sergei asked. Instead of answering, Olga kissed his penis on the head and moved the tip of her tongue in the middle of the hole.

The man suddenly moved to the back of the bed (there was no backrest there) and patted the sheets with an inviting gesture. Olga understood everything, jumped onto the bed, lay down on her stomach, so that Sergei’s member, who was on his knees, looked straight into her mouth.

“I’ve never done this,” she said . – I mean this position. Something might go wrong with me.

– Everything will be fine. I won’t try to go too far. If anything, push me like this...” he pointed. “If, on the contrary, you decide that you can continue, you will do it differently...

“Okay, my lord,” the woman purred, starting to catch the penis with her lips.

“It’s a little different,” said Sergei. – Try to stick your tongue out a little forward, just don’t strain it... That’s it, yes... Keep your mouth wider and relax your throat completely... Yes, now everything should work out for you and me!
Sergey leaned forward, and his penis plunged into Olga’s mouth - deliciously warm, tender and at the same time hard and heavy... The head slid quite deeply, but so far no discomfort was felt. For about five seconds the penis was motionless, then slowly moved back. After allowing Olga to take a few breaths, the man began to repeat the entry, then again, again... Each time the member entered a little, but further. This was no longer the same blowjob with licking that Olga was used to pleasing her men with: she was really fucked in the mouth, and it turned out to be so exciting and exciting that she began to flow after the first three or four movements back and forth.
Sergei carefully moved deeper than usual. The head pressed against her throat, and Olga began to have reflex spasms. She pushed Sergei with the agreed upon movement, the man pulled his penis back. Olga had tears flowing from her eyes, she swallowed convulsively and sobbed.

– Doesn’t work? – Sergei asked sympathetically. “Maybe we should stop?”

“No,” Olga answered stubbornly. - I want this. I like it, but I have to get used to the new sensations.

– Well... Just let’s not delay too long.

– I understand...

Olga wanted to give the man pleasure so much that she would have agreed to more unpleasant sensations. She believed that discomfort should go away after some time and give way to pleasure.

In general, this is what happened. Olga failed twice, and the second time she barely managed to control her stomach cramps. But on the third pass, her throat no longer contracted, and Sergei was able to move on to more sweeping movements. Olga began to surrender to this rhythm. Saliva flowed down her lips and chin, and with the fingers of her right hand she began to caress Sergei’s testicles. Of course, it was a little difficult for her - some sexual tricks really require skill and a certain persistence, as well as a bit of dedication...

Approaching orgasm, Sergei still too energetically began to drive his penis into Olga’s throat. She felt a slight pain, fidgeted with her body, and then suddenly realized that the man grabbed her by the hair and began to pull her head closer to him. None of Olga’s lovers allowed themselves to do this, and probably only immense surprise and shock prevented Olga from becoming sick. Sergei’s penis began to pulse and shot sperm into his throat. The feeling of a shuddering male organ in the mouth caused a familiar empathic pleasure and completely blocked all negative impressions.

– ... I think just one more time or two, and I’ll learn this so much that you’ll go crazy with delight,” Olga said, wiping saliva and sperm from her face with a napkin.

“I simply adore you,” Sergei said, devouring her with his eyes. “Do you even understand what a treasure you are?”

“Hmm,” Olga muttered vaguely. She was very pleased. Even though this was not the first time she had heard such confessions, how could a woman get tired of them? Any woman?