History_7_or my first GOLDEN RAIN

[Christmas_Christmas]

Since the beginning of the school year, my friends and I almost never went to the “village”. Well, maybe back in September, and then... as they say, school, lessons... there was simply no time for that. But even this was not the main thing. It’s just that during the cold season, there was simply nothing to do in that village and there was no point in those trips.

That’s why Irka came to us in the city in the fall and winter. On “working” days, she, of course, could not do this. My friend went to her own “village” school, and she was able to visit us only on weekends.
We most often gathered at Tanya’s house. She had a three-room apartment, so there was enough space for everyone, including her parents, and us, for our “games.”

Although we must admit that we were not able to “play” often . On weekends, our parents were also at home, so we had to be careful. But my friends and I had an interesting and good time even without “games.” We could “do nothing” for hours, listen to music, and sometimes we even managed to play “wishes”, in short, we “got crazy” and had fun...
Sometimes we could get together at Svetka’s. But she had a 2-room apartment and there wasn’t much space anymore. They could also come to visit me...

I remember very well the day when Irka stayed with Tanya for the night. It was Saturday, we played until late, and it was out of the question to let my friend go to the village on her own...
But in general, it was Tanya’s parents who decided to keep Irka with them. Tanya’s grandmother knew Ira’s grandmother very well; it was as if they were no longer strangers. Yes, and Ira always came, as it were, to Tanya, so one Saturday she stayed overnight with her.

You ask, why did I tell you all this? But because when I met with my friends on Sunday, I immediately realized that there was something between them. Damn, I don’t know how to accurately convey in words my state then, because we had “played” before, both together and alone with each other. But when I saw just the happy eyes of “my” Tanya, how she “flutters” around Irka, how they hold hands, even if not on purpose, but “by the way”... I understood everything. Well, it was Irka who finally finished me off with her satisfied smile, or rather even a grin... And such, you know, a look that understands and says a lot....

Damn, I don’t know why, but I felt so offended that I didn’t cry only because Tanya’s mother was in the kitchen at the time, serving us a “treat.” I remember Aunt Nina also asked me something, but I answered her “automatically,” because a wave of despair and resentment simply rolled over me as soon as I looked at the satisfied faces of my friends.
I didn’t even finish my tea then , and having come up with some kind of excuse, she ran away to her apartment.

I cried for a long time, although if you look into it, why? We didn’t take an oath of allegiance to each other, not a “common” oath, damn it, not separately. Moreover, we had already “played” together so many times, but I considered Tanya only as mine. Damn, I also considered her “common”, because we no longer hid the fact that we often “played” in our group and alone with each other.
Although I admit to myself and to you that I was angry only because the two of them spent the “whole” night together, and they didn’t even invite me. Well, what did they have to do, come up with some kind of “excuse” for the parents and at least try to keep me with them. But it turns out they betrayed me, simply deciding that I would be superfluous next to them....

I was angry with Tanya for “a long time”, about three days, no less... And of course I forgave her. And how could I be angry with her, because this was my Tanya, “soft and warm”, with whom I was pleased even just to sit next to her and bury my head in her shoulder, inhaling her scent..

I was angry with Irka longer, but in the end I forgave her too. Moreover, she came to us again only a month later. Just as beautiful and cheerful as she always was. But the attitude of Tanya’s parents towards her has changed a lot. However, as well as to myself. I don’t know exactly the reason, I think it was Tanya’s grandmother who told Aunt Nina “something” about what we “did” in the village in the summer. Of course, the old woman couldn’t know much, but some rumors of course leaked to her, so she told her daughter about it, i.e. Aunt Nina.

What could she tell? Yes, at least that in the summer, there in the village, in the yard, next to us there was always a whole “crowd” of teenagers and their own servants and strangers. Well, where there is a crowd, and even boys, then of course there should be cigarettes and alcohol. Even Tanya’s grandmother might have heard rumors about what we were “getting up to” on the river. Yes, just my appearance, especially mine, and I often returned to the yard in just a swimsuit, I didn’t even wear shorts…. Surely it was generally condemned by all the grandmothers whom I met along the way, and even by my neighbors, when they saw how we behaved on the benches....

And why did I remember about myself, because like Aunt Nina and I myself, she began to “not let me in” to see Tanya. Usually I never even asked permission. I simply pressed “three times” on the bell, it was “our conditional code”, the door opened and I immediately went inside, and it didn’t matter who opened the door for me, even Tanya’s damn dad. But that time, Aunt Nina didn’t let me in. She remained standing in the doorway and began to talk all sorts of “game” about the fact that they had not cleaned up, and something like that. The first time I still believed, but when they didn’t let me in the second and third time, I realized that “something is wrong”... Later, when Tanya is gone, Aunt Nina will tell me how much she regrets that she became “ limit” my daughter’s communication with me…. But that will happen later..

For now, I just felt that “something is happening.” Tanka herself was also damn frozen. And she always answered my questions, “What the hell is it?”, she always answered with jokes...
Well, when Aunt Nina kicked Irka out of the door, not allowing her to stay with them, I realized that she simply didn’t want us They were such “strong” friends with her daughter. I still remember Irka’s eyes when she heard from Aunt Nina that it was already late and that it was time for her to go home. Moreover, it was really very late that evening, no less than 9 pm. I understand that now this is a “childish” time for an adult.. Damn.. yes, I sometimes got home at 2 o’clock in the morning, and sometimes even in the morning... But then....

nIt was simply pathetic to look at Irka. The look is like that of a “beaten dog.” I think she warned me at home that she would stay overnight and that’s such a bummer. Svetka then immediately ran home, that evening we gathered at Tanya’s with our entire “mafia”…. Well, I...
I confess to you, although I hate to admit it.... But when I heard that Aunt Nina was sending Irka away, I felt JOY. Not even this feeling... Damn, I don’t know how to put it more precisely, but it was precisely the thought that “it serves you right” that was sitting in my head then.

I also jumped out into the entrance and began go down to my room... and then I looked out the window between the floors. Not even that. At first I heard rain and snow hitting the window, heard the wind, and then I saw all this “bad weather” in the light of the yard lights. You know, when at first you can only hear gusts of wind, the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, and then you look up and...
Damn, when I looked out the window, I just felt uneasy. I imagined that Irka would now be getting home alone... No, it wasn’t that I felt sorry for her, pity had nothing to do with it at all... I just sort of put myself in her place and seemed to look at everything that was happening from the outside. I thought, “How would I be able to get home alone in this weather....”

The doors to Tanya’s apartment did not open for a long time. 20 minutes, no less. I think that Irka, as best she could, put off the inevitable until the last minute, hoping in her heart that Aunt Nina would change her decision...
But the door first opened, then closed... and I heard footsteps. Moreover, from the sound of footsteps, I realized that Irka was the only one going down the stairs. When she saw me, she immediately tried to “spread her wings”, well, to show that everything was fine, that it was supposed to be this way, that she was leaving alone into the night, also in such weather.

She even smiled when she showed me the money and said that “Aunt Nina gave it to her for a taxi.” The fact is that on the “highway”, near the shops, right behind our houses, there really were “taxi drivers” standing around the clock and for money, they could take you wherever the hell you wanted.

I mean, without words, I just took her hand, and opening the door with my key, she brought her in...
My mother already knew Ira. During the time that she came to our yard, everyone managed to get to know each other, so when I told my mother, damn it, I asked my mother to allow Irka to stay with us for the night, my mother had only one question, “Does my grandmother know about this?” Ira, that she will stay with us for the night and whether they will worry about it.”

Irka replied that her grandmother knows that she is spending the night with a friend today. Tanya, of course. But she did not clarify this detail to my mother. True, she called her grandmother right in front of my mother... well, as they say, “the issue was settled.” We sat in the kitchen for a while... we drank tea, ate, I don’t remember what, and then my mother sent us to sleep in my room. Sleep together, on the same bed. Damn, that’s what education means. My mother could not even imagine that there could be “something” between two girls.

But on the first night, Irka and I had nothing. Why did I say it first, but because Irka will stay with us for another whole day. The fact is that overnight, the snow will cease to be “wet” and a real blizzard will begin, and it will snow overnight so that in the morning everything will be in snowdrifts and public transport will be paralyzed. Well, like the joke that for public utilities, any snowstorm is always sudden and they are always unprepared for it...

But that night we did not yet know what picture we would see from the window in the morning. We just lay in bed silently without words. Irka, tucking her knees under her, curled up into a ball, well, I pressed myself against her and hugged her, gently stroking her with my hands... Moreover, we could not sleep for a long time, so then Irka will lie on her back, and I will lay my head on her bare chest and just inhale its smell....
By the way, Aunt Nina was very embarrassed when she found out that Ira spent the night with me. She kept throwing up her hands and “complaining” that “How come she didn’t think of leaving the girl with her...”

I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that we spent the whole day together with her friends, well, me, Tanya, Irka and Svetka, but Ira went to spend the night with me again. Moreover, this time, Aunt Nina “insisted” that Ira stay with them, but my friend categorically refused... Pride is another quality, and Irka had so much of that pride that she could also share...

I’ve probably already tired you out, so I’ll go straight to the main thing. Firstly, our “overnight” began with a shower, which Ira and I took together. Moreover, my mother was not even against it. Well, it’s true, what else can two tenth grade girls do in the bathroom if not just wash themselves in the shower... Damn, my mother is naive, just like a “child.”

Although, at first, we honestly started to wash. They “soaped” themselves, first on themselves, and then they began to “soap” each other. So it’s much more interesting. Moreover, we did this not with a washcloth, but with our hands. You could say that we were just groping each other, and the fact that our bodies were wet and slippery from the gel only intensified our sensations. Neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, especially hips, back and butt…. Damn, I probably would have just taken a bite of Irka, she was so good, I wanted her so much. I “soaped” her all over, “lingering” for a long time on every part of her body.

Then, she lathered me up, pawing me all over in the same way. Of course, we hugged and kissed, rubbed our pussies on each other’s thighs... Damn... I felt so good that I was simply in nirvana. Naked girlfriend, her smell, her taste…. I just lost my head...
By the way, it was Irka who showed me how to cum from the shower. At some point, she took the shower in her hand and began directing the jets only to my feet…. Damn, that was great. Later I will often play like this, I still do this sometimes... But then, everything was for the first time and I even closed my eyes with pleasure. I started moaning, it felt so good, and Irka kept covering my mouth with her palm so that my mother wouldn’t hear us....

Then I finished, it was me who finished, because Irka herself hasn’t even started playing with the shower yet. She continued to sit in the bathtub, and I simply “leaned my back against her chest and stomach. I was breathing loudly and heavily, coming to my senses after orgasm, and Ikra, giggling and whispering various “little things” in my ear, stroked and kneaded my chest, pawed and stroked my thighs, touched me between my legs.

I don’t know how long this lasted, most likely not too long, since my mother could have “remembered” us at any moment... but I definitely “woke up” not from my mother’s voice, but from the fact that I I really wanted to go to the toilet, to pee...

I categorically did not want to get to my feet to jump out of the bath and go to the toilet, but then Irka herself held me back. She herself suggested that I pee directly into the bath. I also asked, like, “What about later?”, but she replied, “I wouldn’t worry that the shower would wash everything away anyway...”
Damn, I was of course very ashamed at that moment. My friends and I played “different games”, but to write in front of each other, I mean like this, “on purpose”, to write “with meaning”, this was the first time I had such a thing. I wanted to pee in front of Irka, but I was also very ashamed... But she “calmed down” me, assuring me, “That this will all be our secret with her and that she will not tell anyone about this...”

Damn... It was stupid to deny and deny, especially since I wanted it myself. I squatted down right in the bathtub and spread my thighs as wide as I could. Irka herself, so that I wouldn’t “get on” her, moved to the edge.

And although I really wanted to urinate, I couldn’t do it right away. This has happened to me sometimes before, for example in the school toilet. Although there were individual “booths” there, the doors were also locked with latches, but if there was someone nearby in the “booth”, I couldn’t start for a long time.
And now, there seems to be an “urge”, but I couldn’t start writing, and Irka was just staring at me. Nothing happened for 15-20 seconds, I couldn’t start. Irka, without taking her eyes off me, stretched out her leg and ran her fingers over my pubis, and then over my pussy itself.
- “What don’t you want or isn’t working out?,” she asked and I answered honestly, “What’s not working out.”
- “Pat your pussy and you can do it,” she suggested and I lightly suggested , with her palm, slapped herself on the pussy several times. Irka again stretched out her leg and ran her fingers over my “lips”. I even felt how her big toe literally entered me a nail deep…. And then I finally started writing.

I apologize for such detail, but there was a lot of “me” and I wrote for a long time, despite the fact that about an hour and a half ago I went to toilet...
My friend didn’t even have time to remove her leg and I just peed on her, on her fingers, foot, ankle and even higher, sorry for this clarification. Irka didn’t remove the leg, but just silently watched as I did it. A SMELL instantly became “audible” in the bathtub, but since we didn’t turn off the shower, the smell wasn’t really pleasant, but rather just tolerable.

After waiting for the last drop to come out of me, Irka smiled and said that “Now she simply has to do the same.” For some other reason, she asked me, “Do I want to watch?” Damn, who wouldn’t want to in such a situation...

Irka, continuing to sit on the edge of the bathtub, again spread her legs to the sides. It turned out that her pussy was almost at the level of my face, because I remained sitting in the bathtub, opposite. Of course, I immediately understood what she was going to do, but I didn’t even think about pulling away. And Ira also asked me to move closer, so that I could see better. She again said that I should not worry about what would happen now and not be afraid of anything….

Waiting, I closed my eyes and didn’t even immediately realize that not only trickles of the shower were flowing down my body, but also my friend’s “juice”. Only when the SMELL hit my nose and I felt the taste on my lips and mouth, I realized that she was peeing on me. The taste and smell of my friend was much “brighter,” at least for me, but at that moment I was not disgusted. I would say that it’s quite the opposite.
Irka also wrote for a very long time. Probably even longer than myself. I was literally completely covered in her “juices.” Face, neck, chest, stomach, thighs... Streams kept getting into my mouth, but I didn’t even turn my face away or close my mouth. And although I didn’t swallow “Irka”, the taste in my mouth certainly remained, and what else....

I’ll tell you right away that this was one of those few “cases” when I like it. I don’t know why, maybe because I was so impressed by Irka, or maybe because I was very turned on by the “process”, but most likely it was because we didn’t turn off the shower that I didn’t feel any disgust...

Later, I will try this in a different “setting”, in nature, for example, and then the taste and smell will be so “harsh” for me that it will be unpleasant for me, and that’s putting it mildly …
But if you think that’s all, then don’t rush to close my Story. The fact is that our “game” continued in the room.

After we got out of the shower, mom took us to the kitchen, but we quickly “turned it down” as best we could tea party, and went to my room. Irka immediately asked me “What do I want?” and said that “She will do everything for me.” By the word “everything,” my friend meant that she would do EVERYTHING for me: Kiss, lick...
But I wanted something completely different, and I, burning with shame, asked Irka to tie me up.. Damn, you should have seen her face. Before this, none of my friends had ever noticed such “jambs” about me, and then suddenly such a request....

Damn, how I crept up to the balcony in complete silence, trying not to give away even a rustle parents their presence in the “hall”. The fact is that the rope was not one of the “must have” items and still had to be found. Where else could I take it if not on the balcony? My parents were sleeping in their bedroom, so I went into the living room to get a clothesline on the balcony...
To say that I managed to freeze would be an understatement. Although our balcony was glazed, it was of little use in January. When I returned to my room, Irka could not resist and simply burst out laughing.... She also said that “It’s cold to just look at me now.”

She tied me up not exactly skillfully, but in any case much “better” than Igor did then.
When Irka realized that I was not joking and that I want this, so I took the whole “game” into my own hands. Firstly, she made me walk naked around the room several times in front of her, as they say, “in motion” and admired me. She put me in different poses. I don’t know which “position” Irka liked exactly, but I got very excited when she made me kneel in front of her and put my hands behind my back... Yes, my hands behind my back. Moreover, Irka herself ordered me to put them behind my back, tied my wrists, and then began to tie my legs, right at the ankles.
She also tied my elbows. And even now I can’t say exactly how she knew that this was how she could knit me. I will see about how a girl’s elbows are tied later, in a “film” on a corresponding topic, but how tenth-grader Ira could know about such “subtleties” is still a mystery to me.

Be that as it may, I looked simply amazing. Irka “led” me to the mirror that hung in my room and we probably admired the view of me for a minute.....
Well, then the orders followed... The most important thing is that we were no longer “playing” then. I myself, like Irka, understood what was happening now, I understood that she was humiliating me, and that I was consciously obeying her... and I really liked it....

I was on my knees in front of Irka, and she asked me “Do I like her legs?”
Damn, how are her legs like that? might not like it. Having waited for an affirmative answer from me, Ira sat down on a chair, and stretching out her slender, “thoroughbred” legs to their full length, she placed her toes on the sofa.
“Do you like my legs?”, Ira asked me again and immediately ordered - “Show me how much you like them!”
I immediately started kissing her legs.. Kissing the entire length. I started with her toes, and then I began to move my lips higher and higher.. It turned out that in this position her legs seemed to hang over the floor, and I “climbed” under them and kissed her from the “back” side.
I don’t know how long it went on like this, but she didn’t rush me, but she didn’t stop me either.

I only asked, “Do I want to touch and caress them?”
I answered “YES”, but just, damn it, how? My hands are tied."
And Irka answered, “Do as you can!”, and I immediately began to rub my face against her legs. The feet themselves, then higher up, her ankles and calves, her thighs…. I stroked her legs with my face, rubbed my cheeks against them, and of course kissed and licked them with my tongue.

To finish, Irka ordered me to lie on my back, right on my tied hands, and she “sat” with her pussy on my face. She didn’t even order me to lick, I immediately started doing it myself. Irka didn’t cum for a long time, because not being able to help myself with my hands, I caressed her with just my lips and tongue.
Looking ahead, I will say that Irka also liked to lie on me, no matter whether I was dressed or completely naked, but she was the one who really loved to “play” with my face. She kissed me, licked me with her tongue, and of course touched my face with her hands. I touched cheeks and lips. She really liked to touch and knead my lips with her long, as they say now “musical” fingers. At the same time, she constantly pushed her fingers into my mouth and “forced” me to lick and suck them. Sometimes she asked me to stick out my tongue, kissed it, and then touched and kneaded it with my fingers. But the main thing is that Irka loved to watch how the saliva from her mouth “flows” into mine. No, she didn’t spit at me, but during passionate kisses, she could “stop” and look intently into my eyes, make her saliva begin to flow into my mouth, and I didn’t even close my mouth, didn’t even tried to look away. Irka was very tasty and I really liked this “game”.

So….

[Denchik42]

Believe me, you tell everything perfectly, you are lovely

[Christmas_Christmas]

Believe me, you tell everything perfectly, you’re lovely

thank you so much for your feedback.... to be honest, I wasn’t sure whether I should tell you about what happened in the bath... but damn it was the way it was... then it would not have been worth starting this Story at all...
once again, thank you...

[Eustace]

History_7_or my first GOLD RAIN

[Christmas_Christmas]

History_7_or my first GOLDEN RAIN

so?

[Kitchen]

Class! I read every story, one more beautiful than the other!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Cool! I read every story, one more beautiful than the other!

thank you so much for your review))))

[Wednesday]

please continue

[Christmas_Christmas]

Please continue

thank you.... I’ll try to continue telling the Stories))) not everything, of course... but I’ll decide to tell it, then I’ll definitely tell you)))

[Eustace]

I was angry with Tanya for “a long time”, about three days, no less...

Just an eternity!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

I was angry with Tanya for “a long time”, three days, no less...

Just an eternity!!!

Well, for me then it was a long time

[The exaggeration]

delicious.) I read all your stories with pleasure.

[Eustace]

The SMELL instantly became “audible” in the bath

and the Smell of black? if it `s not a secret?....

[Eustace]

and where did the Dots go???

[Christmas_Christmas]

appetino.) I read all your stories with pleasure.

thanks for the review)))) glad you liked it...

[Christmas_Christmas]

In the bathtub, the SMELL immediately became “audible”

and the Smell of black? if it’s not a secret?....

what are you like little... I could smell the smell of "What" in the bath then.. The smell of urine... just don’t mock me now. I tried as best I could to tell about all this, so that I wouldn’t have the feeling that my friend “let me down” or whatever such things are called..
At that time I generally had different impressions of everything that was happening and I didn’t feel "low" at all...
I’m just kidding... I heard the smell of roses... or rather, at first there were "tulips"...... my "aroma", well and Irka already did this with the “scent of roses”

[Eustace]

the fact that my friend "let me down" or whatever such things are called..

in Patsanski???

It says "The smell is heard", Ears can hear too!

[Christmas_Christmas]

because my friend "let me down" or whatever such things are called..

in Patsanski???

It says "The smell is heard", Ears can hear too!

damn... well, I already realized that you didn’t like the Story.... I understand that now you hate to communicate with me, but it was the way it was ((((

[Eustace]

I, without words, just took her hand, and opening the door with my key, led her in...

"Come here, let’s go with me, tonight we won’t sleep!!!"

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, Stop digging

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, Stop digging :ireful1:

damn... that means I’ll "poke"...

[Eustace]

I understand that now you are disgusted to communicate with me

Why is it not nice, you are now Salty!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Why isn’t it nice,

So I can’t worry about allowing my friend to do such things to herself?

[Eustace]

Absolutely!!! , otherwise you were all worried!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Absolutely!!! , otherwise you were all worried!

well, if you think that it was easy for me to admit that my best friend wrote about me.. ..it was hard to admit...

[Eustace]

well, if you think that it was easy for me to admit that my best friend wrote about me.... then it was difficult to admit....

Exhale! I already admitted it!

you

[Christmas_Christmas]

ok... exhaled))))...

Sent after 43 minutes 31 seconds:
but I understood the hint... I won’t write more about such details... it’s too personal...
I’d rather play chess in the next episode....

[Eustace]

I’ll play chess better in the next episode....

Originally, Knight in P....... :lol :

[Canis91]

Оригинально, Конь в П........

[Tapkin]

Since the beginning of the school year, my friends and I almost never went to the “village”. Well, maybe back in September, and then... as they say, school, lessons... there was simply no time for that. But even this was not the main thing. It’s just that during the cold season, there was simply nothing to do in that village and there was no point in those trips.

That’s why Irka came to us in the city in the fall and winter. On “working” days, she, of course, could not do this. My friend went to her own “village” school, and she was able to visit us only on weekends.
We most often gathered at Tanya’s house. She had a three-room apartment, so there was enough space for everyone, including her parents, and us, for our “games.”

Although we must admit that we were not able to “play” often . On weekends, our parents were also at home, so we had to be careful. But my friends and I had an interesting and good time even without “games.” We could “do nothing” for hours, listen to music, and sometimes we even managed to play “wishes”, in short, we “got crazy” and had fun...
Sometimes we could get together at Svetka’s. But she had a 2-room apartment and there wasn’t much space anymore. They could also come to visit me...

I remember very well the day when Irka stayed with Tanya for the night. It was Saturday, we played until late, and it was out of the question to let my friend go to the village on her own...
But in general, it was Tanya’s parents who decided to keep Irka with them. Tanya’s grandmother knew Ira’s grandmother very well; it was as if they were no longer strangers. Yes, and Ira always came, as it were, to Tanya, so one Saturday she stayed overnight with her.

You ask, why did I tell you all this? But because when I met with my friends on Sunday, I immediately realized that there was something between them. Damn, I don’t know how to accurately convey in words my state then, because we had “played” before, both together and alone with each other. But when I saw just the happy eyes of “my” Tanya, how she “flutters” around Irka, how they hold hands, even if not on purpose, but “by the way”... I understood everything. Well, it was Irka who finally finished me off with her satisfied smile, or rather even a grin... And such, you know, a look that understands and says a lot....

Damn, I don’t know why, but I felt so offended that I didn’t cry only because Tanya’s mother was in the kitchen at the time, serving us a “treat.” I remember Aunt Nina also asked me something, but I answered her “automatically,” because a wave of despair and resentment simply rolled over me as soon as I looked at the satisfied faces of my friends.
I didn’t even finish my tea then , and having come up with some kind of excuse, she ran away to her apartment.

I cried for a long time, although if you look into it, why? We didn’t take an oath of allegiance to each other, not a “common” oath, damn it, not separately. Moreover, we had already “played” together so many times, but I considered Tanya only as mine. Damn, I also considered her “common”, because we no longer hid the fact that we often “played” in our group and alone with each other.
Although I admit to myself and to you that I was angry only because the two of them spent the “whole” night together, and they didn’t even invite me. Well, what did they have to do, come up with some kind of “excuse” for the parents and at least try to keep me with them. But it turns out they betrayed me, simply deciding that I would be superfluous next to them....

I was angry with Tanya for “a long time”, about three days, no less... And of course I forgave her. And how could I be angry with her, because this was my Tanya, “soft and warm”, with whom I was pleased even just to sit next to her and bury my head in her shoulder, inhaling her scent..

I was angry with Irka longer, but in the end I forgave her too. Moreover, she came to us again only a month later. Just as beautiful and cheerful as she always was. But the attitude of Tanya’s parents towards her has changed a lot. However, as well as to myself. I don’t know exactly the reason, I think it was Tanya’s grandmother who told Aunt Nina “something” about what we “did” in the village in the summer. Of course, the old woman couldn’t know much, but some rumors of course leaked to her, so she told her daughter about it, i.e. Aunt Nina.

What could she tell? Yes, at least that in the summer, there in the village, in the yard, next to us there was always a whole “crowd” of teenagers and their own servants and strangers. Well, where there is a crowd, and even boys, then of course there should be cigarettes and alcohol. Even Tanya’s grandmother might have heard rumors about what we were “getting up to” on the river. Yes, just my appearance, especially mine, and I often returned to the yard in just a swimsuit, I didn’t even wear shorts…. Surely it was generally condemned by all the grandmothers whom I met along the way, and even by my neighbors, when they saw how we behaved on the benches....

And why did I remember about myself, because like Aunt Nina and I myself, she began to “not let me in” to see Tanya. Usually I never even asked permission. I simply pressed “three times” on the bell, it was “our conditional code”, the door opened and I immediately went inside, and it didn’t matter who opened the door for me, even Tanya’s damn dad. But that time, Aunt Nina didn’t let me in. She remained standing in the doorway and began to talk all sorts of “game” about the fact that they had not cleaned up, and something like that. The first time I still believed, but when they didn’t let me in the second and third time, I realized that “something is wrong”... Later, when Tanya is gone, Aunt Nina will tell me how much she regrets that she became “ limit” my daughter’s communication with me…. But that will happen later..

For now, I just felt that “something is happening.” Tanka herself was also damn frozen. And she always answered my questions, “What the hell is it?”, she always answered with jokes...
Well, when Aunt Nina kicked Irka out of the door, not allowing her to stay with them, I realized that she simply didn’t want us They were such “strong” friends with her daughter. I still remember Irka’s eyes when she heard from Aunt Nina that it was already late and that it was time for her to go home. Moreover, it was really very late that evening, no less than 9 pm. I understand that now this is a “childish” time for an adult.. Damn.. yes, I sometimes got home at 2 o’clock in the morning, and sometimes even in the morning... But then....

nIt was simply pathetic to look at Irka. The look is like that of a “beaten dog.” I think she warned me at home that she would stay overnight and that’s such a bummer. Svetka then immediately ran home, that evening we gathered at Tanya’s with our entire “mafia”…. Well, I...
I confess to you, although I hate to admit it.... But when I heard that Aunt Nina was sending Irka away, I felt JOY. Not even this feeling... Damn, I don’t know how to put it more precisely, but it was precisely the thought that “it serves you right” that was sitting in my head then.

I also jumped out into the entrance and began go down to my room... and then I looked out the window between the floors. Not even that. At first I heard rain and snow hitting the window, heard the wind, and then I saw all this “bad weather” in the light of the yard lights. You know, when at first you can only hear gusts of wind, the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, and then you look up and...
Damn, when I looked out the window, I just felt uneasy. I imagined that Irka would now be getting home alone... No, it wasn’t that I felt sorry for her, pity had nothing to do with it at all... I just sort of put myself in her place and seemed to look at everything that was happening from the outside. I thought, “How would I be able to get home alone in this weather....”

The doors to Tanya’s apartment did not open for a long time. 20 minutes, no less. I think that Irka, as best she could, put off the inevitable until the last minute, hoping in her heart that Aunt Nina would change her decision...
But the door first opened, then closed... and I heard footsteps. Moreover, from the sound of footsteps, I realized that Irka was the only one going down the stairs. When she saw me, she immediately tried to “spread her wings”, well, to show that everything was fine, that it was supposed to be this way, that she was leaving alone into the night, also in such weather.

She even smiled when she showed me the money and said that “Aunt Nina gave it to her for a taxi.” The fact is that on the “highway”, near the shops, right behind our houses, there really were “taxi drivers” standing around the clock and for money, they could take you wherever the hell you wanted.

I mean, without words, I just took her hand, and opening the door with my key, she brought her in...
My mother already knew Ira. During the time that she came to our yard, everyone managed to get to know each other, so when I told my mother, damn it, I asked my mother to allow Irka to stay with us for the night, my mother had only one question, “Does my grandmother know about this?” Ira, that she will stay with us for the night and whether they will worry about it.”

Irka replied that her grandmother knows that she is spending the night with a friend today. Tanya, of course. But she did not clarify this detail to my mother. True, she called her grandmother right in front of my mother... well, as they say, “the issue was settled.” We sat in the kitchen for a while... we drank tea, ate, I don’t remember what, and then my mother sent us to sleep in my room. Sleep together, on the same bed. Damn, that’s what education means. My mother could not even imagine that there could be “something” between two girls.

But on the first night, Irka and I had nothing. Why did I say it first, but because Irka will stay with us for another whole day. The fact is that overnight, the snow will cease to be “wet” and a real blizzard will begin, and it will snow overnight so that in the morning everything will be in snowdrifts and public transport will be paralyzed. Well, like the joke that for public utilities, any snowstorm is always sudden and they are always unprepared for it...

But that night we did not yet know what picture we would see from the window in the morning. We just lay in bed silently without words. Irka, tucking her knees under her, curled up into a ball, well, I pressed myself against her and hugged her, gently stroking her with my hands... Moreover, we could not sleep for a long time, so then Irka will lie on her back, and I will lay my head on her bare chest and just inhale its smell....
By the way, Aunt Nina was very embarrassed when she found out that Ira spent the night with me. She kept throwing up her hands and “complaining” that “How come she didn’t think of leaving the girl with her...”

I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that we spent the whole day together with her friends, well, me, Tanya, Irka and Svetka, but Ira went to spend the night with me again. Moreover, this time, Aunt Nina “insisted” that Ira stay with them, but my friend categorically refused... Pride is another quality, and Irka had so much of that pride that she could also share...

I’ve probably already tired you out, so I’ll go straight to the main thing. Firstly, our “overnight” began with a shower, which Ira and I took together. Moreover, my mother was not even against it. Well, it’s true, what else can two tenth grade girls do in the bathroom if not just wash themselves in the shower... Damn, my mother is naive, just like a “child.”

Although, at first, we honestly started to wash. They “soaped” themselves, first on themselves, and then they began to “soap” each other. So it’s much more interesting. Moreover, we did this not with a washcloth, but with our hands. You could say that we were just groping each other, and the fact that our bodies were wet and slippery from the gel only intensified our sensations. Neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, especially hips, back and butt…. Damn, I probably would have just taken a bite of Irka, she was so good, I wanted her so much. I “soaped” her all over, “lingering” for a long time on every part of her body.

Then, she lathered me up, pawing me all over in the same way. Of course, we hugged and kissed, rubbed our pussies on each other’s thighs... Damn... I felt so good that I was simply in nirvana. Naked girlfriend, her smell, her taste…. I just lost my head...
By the way, it was Irka who showed me how to cum from the shower. At some point, she took the shower in her hand and began directing the jets only to my feet…. Damn, that was great. Later I will often play like this, I still do this sometimes... But then, everything was for the first time and I even closed my eyes with pleasure. I started moaning, it felt so good, and Irka kept covering my mouth with her palm so that my mother wouldn’t hear us....

Then I finished, it was me who finished, because Irka herself hasn’t even started playing with the shower yet. She continued to sit in the bathtub, and I simply “leaned my back against her chest and stomach. I was breathing loudly and heavily, coming to my senses after orgasm, and Ikra, giggling and whispering various “little things” in my ear, stroked and kneaded my chest, pawed and stroked my thighs, touched me between my legs.

I don’t know how long this lasted, most likely not too long, since my mother could have “remembered” us at any moment... but I definitely “woke up” not from my mother’s voice, but from the fact that I I really wanted to go to the toilet, to pee...

I categorically did not want to get to my feet to jump out of the bath and go to the toilet, but then Irka herself held me back. She herself suggested that I pee directly into the bath. I also asked, like, “What about later?”, but she replied, “I wouldn’t worry that the shower would wash everything away anyway...”
Damn, I was of course very ashamed at that moment. My friends and I played “different games”, but to write in front of each other, I mean like this, “on purpose”, to write “with meaning”, this was the first time I had such a thing. I wanted to pee in front of Irka, but I was also very ashamed... But she “calmed down” me, assuring me, “That this will all be our secret with her and that she will not tell anyone about this...”

Damn... It was stupid to deny and deny, especially since I wanted it myself. I squatted down right in the bathtub and spread my thighs as wide as I could. Irka herself, so that I wouldn’t “get on” her, moved to the edge.

And although I really wanted to urinate, I couldn’t do it right away. This has happened to me sometimes before, for example in the school toilet. Although there were individual “booths” there, the doors were also locked with latches, but if there was someone nearby in the “booth”, I couldn’t start for a long time.
And now, there seems to be an “urge”, but I couldn’t start writing, and Irka was just staring at me. Nothing happened for 15-20 seconds, I couldn’t start. Irka, without taking her eyes off me, stretched out her leg and ran her fingers over my pubis, and then over my pussy itself.
- “What don’t you want or isn’t working out?,” she asked and I answered honestly, “What’s not working out.”
- “Pat your pussy and you can do it,” she suggested and I lightly suggested , with her palm, slapped herself on the pussy several times. Irka again stretched out her leg and ran her fingers over my “lips”. I even felt how her big toe literally entered me a nail deep…. And then I finally started writing.

I apologize for such detail, but there was a lot of “me” and I wrote for a long time, despite the fact that about an hour and a half ago I went to toilet...
My friend didn’t even have time to remove her leg and I just peed on her, on her fingers, foot, ankle and even higher, sorry for this clarification. Irka didn’t remove the leg, but just silently watched as I did it. A SMELL instantly became “audible” in the bathtub, but since we didn’t turn off the shower, the smell wasn’t really pleasant, but rather just tolerable.

After waiting for the last drop to come out of me, Irka smiled and said that “Now she simply has to do the same.” For some other reason, she asked me, “Do I want to watch?” Damn, who wouldn’t want to in such a situation...

Irka, continuing to sit on the edge of the bathtub, again spread her legs to the sides. It turned out that her pussy was almost at the level of my face, because I remained sitting in the bathtub, opposite. Of course, I immediately understood what she was going to do, but I didn’t even think about pulling away. And Ira also asked me to move closer, so that I could see better. She again said that I should not worry about what would happen now and not be afraid of anything….

Waiting, I closed my eyes and didn’t even immediately realize that not only trickles of the shower were flowing down my body, but also my friend’s “juice”. Only when the SMELL hit my nose and I felt the taste on my lips and mouth, I realized that she was peeing on me. The taste and smell of my friend was much “brighter,” at least for me, but at that moment I was not disgusted. I would say that it’s quite the opposite.
Irka also wrote for a very long time. Probably even longer than myself. I was literally completely covered in her “juices.” Face, neck, chest, stomach, thighs... Streams kept getting into my mouth, but I didn’t even turn my face away or close my mouth. And although I didn’t swallow “Irka”, the taste in my mouth certainly remained, and what else....

I’ll tell you right away that this was one of those few “cases” when I like it. I don’t know why, maybe because I was so impressed by Irka, or maybe because I was very turned on by the “process”, but most likely it was because we didn’t turn off the shower that I didn’t feel any disgust...

Later, I will try this in a different “setting”, in nature, for example, and then the taste and smell will be so “harsh” for me that it will be unpleasant for me, and that’s putting it mildly …
But if you think that’s all, then don’t rush to close my Story. The fact is that our “game” continued in the room.

After we got out of the shower, mom took us to the kitchen, but we quickly “turned it down” as best we could tea party, and went to my room. Irka immediately asked me “What do I want?” and said that “She will do everything for me.” By the word “everything,” my friend meant that she would do EVERYTHING for me: Kiss, lick...
But I wanted something completely different, and I, burning with shame, asked Irka to tie me up.. Damn, you should have seen her face. Before this, none of my friends had ever noticed such “jambs” about me, and then suddenly such a request....

Damn, how I crept up to the balcony in complete silence, trying not to give away even a rustle parents their presence in the “hall”. The fact is that the rope was not one of the “must have” items and still had to be found. Where else could I take it if not on the balcony? My parents were sleeping in their bedroom, so I went into the living room to get a clothesline on the balcony...
To say that I managed to freeze would be an understatement. Although our balcony was glazed, it was of little use in January. When I returned to my room, Irka could not resist and simply burst out laughing.... She also said that “It’s cold to just look at me now.”

She tied me up not exactly skillfully, but in any case much “better” than Igor did then.
When Irka realized that I was not joking and that I want this, so I took the whole “game” into my own hands. Firstly, she made me walk naked around the room several times in front of her, as they say, “in motion” and admired me. She put me in different poses. I don’t know which “position” Irka liked exactly, but I got very excited when she made me kneel in front of her and put my hands behind my back... Yes, my hands behind my back. Moreover, Irka herself ordered me to put them behind my back, tied my wrists, and then began to tie my legs, right at the ankles.
She also tied my elbows. And even now I can’t say exactly how she knew that this was how she could knit me. I will see about how a girl’s elbows are tied later, in a “film” on a corresponding topic, but how tenth-grader Ira could know about such “subtleties” is still a mystery to me.

Be that as it may, I looked simply amazing. Irka “led” me to the mirror that hung in my room and we probably admired the view of me for a minute.....
Well, then the orders followed... The most important thing is that we were no longer “playing” then. I myself, like Irka, understood what was happening now, I understood that she was humiliating me, and that I was consciously obeying her... and I really liked it....

I was on my knees in front of Irka, and she asked me “Do I like her legs?”
Damn, how are her legs like that? might not like it. Having waited for an affirmative answer from me, Ira sat down on a chair, and stretching out her slender, “thoroughbred” legs to their full length, she placed her toes on the sofa.
“Do you like my legs?”, Ira asked me again and immediately ordered - “Show me how much you like them!”
I immediately started kissing her legs.. Kissing the entire length. I started with her toes, and then I began to move my lips higher and higher.. It turned out that in this position her legs seemed to hang over the floor, and I “climbed” under them and kissed her from the “back” side.
I don’t know how long it went on like this, but she didn’t rush me, but she didn’t stop me either.

I only asked, “Do I want to touch and caress them?”
I answered “YES”, but just, damn it, how? My hands are tied."
And Irka answered, “Do as you can!”, and I immediately began to rub my face against her legs. The feet themselves, then higher up, her ankles and calves, her thighs…. I stroked her legs with my face, rubbed my cheeks against them, and of course kissed and licked them with my tongue.

To finish, Irka ordered me to lie on my back, right on my tied hands, and she “sat” with her pussy on my face. She didn’t even order me to lick, I immediately started doing it myself. Irka didn’t cum for a long time, because not being able to help myself with my hands, I caressed her with just my lips and tongue.
Looking ahead, I will say that Irka also liked to lie on me, no matter whether I was dressed or completely naked, but she was the one who really loved to “play” with my face. She kissed me, licked me with her tongue, and of course touched my face with her hands. I touched cheeks and lips. She really liked to touch and knead my lips with her long, as they say now “musical” fingers. At the same time, she constantly pushed her fingers into my mouth and “forced” me to lick and suck them. Sometimes she asked me to stick out my tongue, kissed it, and then touched and kneaded it with my fingers. But the main thing is that Irka loved to watch how the saliva from her mouth “flows” into mine. No, she didn’t spit at me, but during passionate kisses, she could “stop” and look intently into my eyes, make her saliva begin to flow into my mouth, and I didn’t even close my mouth, didn’t even tried to look away. Irka was very tasty and I really liked this “game”.

Kato so....

...FINISHED, you can take it away!))))

..you have a girl , callus cream!

[Canis91]

Drivers, Larionov and Krutko... This is not the place.
Afftar is gone.
I am glad to become

[Eustace]

FINISHED, you can take it away!))))

well, thank God, it’s done

[Christmas_Christmas]

Since the beginning of the school year, my friends and I almost never went to the “village”. Well, maybe back in September, and then... as they say, school, lessons... there was simply no time for that. But even this was not the main thing. It’s just that during the cold season, there was simply nothing to do in that village and there was no point in those trips.

That’s why Irka came to us in the city in the fall and winter. On “working” days, she, of course, could not do this. My friend went to her own “village” school, and she was able to visit us only on weekends.
We most often gathered at Tanya’s house. She had a three-room apartment, so there was enough space for everyone, including her parents, and us, for our “games.”

Although we must admit that we were not able to “play” often . On weekends, our parents were also at home, so we had to be careful. But my friends and I had an interesting and good time even without “games.” We could “do nothing” for hours, listen to music, and sometimes we even managed to play “wishes”, in short, we “got crazy” and had fun...
Sometimes we could get together at Svetka’s. But she had a 2-room apartment and there wasn’t much space anymore. They could also come to visit me...

I remember very well the day when Irka stayed with Tanya for the night. It was Saturday, we played until late, and it was out of the question to let my friend go to the village on her own...
But in general, it was Tanya’s parents who decided to keep Irka with them. Tanya’s grandmother knew Ira’s grandmother very well; it was as if they were no longer strangers. Yes, and Ira always came, as it were, to Tanya, so one Saturday she stayed overnight with her.

You ask, why did I tell you all this? But because when I met with my friends on Sunday, I immediately realized that there was something between them. Damn, I don’t know how to accurately convey in words my state then, because we had “played” before, both together and alone with each other. But when I saw just the happy eyes of “my” Tanya, how she “flutters” around Irka, how they hold hands, even if not on purpose, but “by the way”... I understood everything. Well, it was Irka who finally finished me off with her satisfied smile, or rather even a grin... And such, you know, a look that understands and says a lot....

Damn, I don’t know why, but I felt so offended that I didn’t cry only because Tanya’s mother was in the kitchen at the time, serving us a “treat.” I remember Aunt Nina also asked me something, but I answered her “automatically,” because a wave of despair and resentment simply rolled over me as soon as I looked at the satisfied faces of my friends.
I didn’t even finish my tea then , and having come up with some kind of excuse, she ran away to her apartment.

I cried for a long time, although if you look into it, why? We didn’t take an oath of allegiance to each other, not a “common” oath, damn it, not separately. Moreover, we had already “played” together so many times, but I considered Tanya only as mine. Damn, I also considered her “common”, because we no longer hid the fact that we often “played” in our group and alone with each other.
Although I admit to myself and to you that I was angry only because the two of them spent the “whole” night together, and they didn’t even invite me. Well, what did they have to do, come up with some kind of “excuse” for the parents and at least try to keep me with them. But it turns out they betrayed me, simply deciding that I would be superfluous next to them....

I was angry with Tanya for “a long time”, about three days, no less... And of course I forgave her. And how could I be angry with her, because this was my Tanya, “soft and warm”, with whom I was pleased even just to sit next to her and bury my head in her shoulder, inhaling her scent..

I was angry with Irka longer, but in the end I forgave her too. Moreover, she came to us again only a month later. Just as beautiful and cheerful as she always was. But the attitude of Tanya’s parents towards her has changed a lot. However, as well as to myself. I don’t know exactly the reason, I think it was Tanya’s grandmother who told Aunt Nina “something” about what we “did” in the village in the summer. Of course, the old woman couldn’t know much, but some rumors of course leaked to her, so she told her daughter about it, i.e. Aunt Nina.

What could she tell? Yes, at least that in the summer, there in the village, in the yard, next to us there was always a whole “crowd” of teenagers and their own servants and strangers. Well, where there is a crowd, and even boys, then of course there should be cigarettes and alcohol. Even Tanya’s grandmother might have heard rumors about what we were “getting up to” on the river. Yes, just my appearance, especially mine, and I often returned to the yard in just a swimsuit, I didn’t even wear shorts…. Surely it was generally condemned by all the grandmothers whom I met along the way, and even by my neighbors, when they saw how we behaved on the benches....

And why did I remember about myself, because like Aunt Nina and I myself, she began to “not let me in” to see Tanya. Usually I never even asked permission. I simply pressed “three times” on the bell, it was “our conditional code”, the door opened and I immediately went inside, and it didn’t matter who opened the door for me, even Tanya’s damn dad. But that time, Aunt Nina didn’t let me in. She remained standing in the doorway and began to talk all sorts of “game” about the fact that they had not cleaned up, and something like that. The first time I still believed, but when they didn’t let me in the second and third time, I realized that “something is wrong”... Later, when Tanya is gone, Aunt Nina will tell me how much she regrets that she became “ limit” my daughter’s communication with me…. But that will happen later..

For now, I just felt that “something is happening.” Tanka herself was also damn frozen. And she always answered my questions, “What the hell is it?”, she always answered with jokes...
Well, when Aunt Nina kicked Irka out of the door, not allowing her to stay with them, I realized that she simply didn’t want us They were such “strong” friends with her daughter. I still remember Irka’s eyes when she heard from Aunt Nina that it was already late and that it was time for her to go home. Moreover, it was really very late that evening, no less than 9 pm. I understand that now this is a “childish” time for an adult.. Damn.. yes, I sometimes got home at 2 o’clock in the morning, and sometimes even in the morning... But then....

nIt was simply pathetic to look at Irka. The look is like that of a “beaten dog.” I think she warned me at home that she would stay overnight and that’s such a bummer. Svetka then immediately ran home, that evening we gathered at Tanya’s with our entire “mafia”…. Well, I...
I confess to you, although I hate to admit it.... But when I heard that Aunt Nina was sending Irka away, I felt JOY. Not even this feeling... Damn, I don’t know how to put it more precisely, but it was precisely the thought that “it serves you right” that was sitting in my head then.

I also jumped out into the entrance and began go down to my room... and then I looked out the window between the floors. Not even that. At first I heard rain and snow hitting the window, heard the wind, and then I saw all this “bad weather” in the light of the yard lights. You know, when at first you can only hear gusts of wind, the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, and then you look up and...
Damn, when I looked out the window, I just felt uneasy. I imagined that Irka would now be getting home alone... No, it wasn’t that I felt sorry for her, pity had nothing to do with it at all... I just sort of put myself in her place and seemed to look at everything that was happening from the outside. I thought, “How would I be able to get home alone in this weather....”

The doors to Tanya’s apartment did not open for a long time. 20 minutes, no less. I think that Irka, as best she could, put off the inevitable until the last minute, hoping in her heart that Aunt Nina would change her decision...
But the door first opened, then closed... and I heard footsteps. Moreover, from the sound of footsteps, I realized that Irka was the only one going down the stairs. When she saw me, she immediately tried to “spread her wings”, well, to show that everything was fine, that it was supposed to be this way, that she was leaving alone into the night, also in such weather.

She even smiled when she showed me the money and said that “Aunt Nina gave it to her for a taxi.” The fact is that on the “highway”, near the shops, right behind our houses, there really were “taxi drivers” standing around the clock and for money, they could take you wherever the hell you wanted.

I mean, without words, I just took her hand, and opening the door with my key, she brought her in...
My mother already knew Ira. During the time that she came to our yard, everyone managed to get to know each other, so when I told my mother, damn it, I asked my mother to allow Irka to stay with us for the night, my mother had only one question, “Does my grandmother know about this?” Ira, that she will stay with us for the night and whether they will worry about it.”

Irka replied that her grandmother knows that she is spending the night with a friend today. Tanya, of course. But she did not clarify this detail to my mother. True, she called her grandmother right in front of my mother... well, as they say, “the issue was settled.” We sat in the kitchen for a while... we drank tea, ate, I don’t remember what, and then my mother sent us to sleep in my room. Sleep together, on the same bed. Damn, that’s what education means. My mother could not even imagine that there could be “something” between two girls.

But on the first night, Irka and I had nothing. Why did I say it first, but because Irka will stay with us for another whole day. The fact is that overnight, the snow will cease to be “wet” and a real blizzard will begin, and it will snow overnight so that in the morning everything will be in snowdrifts and public transport will be paralyzed. Well, like the joke that for public utilities, any snowstorm is always sudden and they are always unprepared for it...

But that night we did not yet know what picture we would see from the window in the morning. We just lay in bed silently without words. Irka, tucking her knees under her, curled up into a ball, well, I pressed myself against her and hugged her, gently stroking her with my hands... Moreover, we could not sleep for a long time, so then Irka will lie on her back, and I will lay my head on her bare chest and just inhale its smell....
By the way, Aunt Nina was very embarrassed when she found out that Ira spent the night with me. She kept throwing up her hands and “complaining” that “How come she didn’t think of leaving the girl with her...”

I won’t talk about it for a long time, I’ll just say that we spent the whole day together with her friends, well, me, Tanya, Irka and Svetka, but Ira went to spend the night with me again. Moreover, this time, Aunt Nina “insisted” that Ira stay with them, but my friend categorically refused... Pride is another quality, and Irka had so much of that pride that she could also share...

I’ve probably already tired you out, so I’ll go straight to the main thing. Firstly, our “overnight” began with a shower, which Ira and I took together. Moreover, my mother was not even against it. Well, it’s true, what else can two tenth grade girls do in the bathroom if not just wash themselves in the shower... Damn, my mother is naive, just like a “child.”

Although, at first, we honestly started to wash. They “soaped” themselves, first on themselves, and then they began to “soap” each other. So it’s much more interesting. Moreover, we did this not with a washcloth, but with our hands. You could say that we were just groping each other, and the fact that our bodies were wet and slippery from the gel only intensified our sensations. Neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, especially hips, back and butt…. Damn, I probably would have just taken a bite of Irka, she was so good, I wanted her so much. I “soaped” her all over, “lingering” for a long time on every part of her body.

Then, she lathered me up, pawing me all over in the same way. Of course, we hugged and kissed, rubbed our pussies on each other’s thighs... Damn... I felt so good that I was simply in nirvana. Naked girlfriend, her smell, her taste…. I just lost my head...
By the way, it was Irka who showed me how to cum from the shower. At some point, she took the shower in her hand and began directing the jets only to my feet…. Damn, that was great. Later I will often play like this, I still do this sometimes... But then, everything was for the first time and I even closed my eyes with pleasure. I started moaning, it felt so good, and Irka kept covering my mouth with her palm so that my mother wouldn’t hear us....

Then I finished, it was me who finished, because Irka herself hasn’t even started playing with the shower yet. She continued to sit in the bathtub, and I simply “leaned my back against her chest and stomach. I was breathing loudly and heavily, coming to my senses after orgasm, and Ikra, giggling and whispering various “little things” in my ear, stroked and kneaded my chest, pawed and stroked my thighs, touched me between my legs.

I don’t know how long this lasted, most likely not too long, since my mother could have “remembered” us at any moment... but I definitely “woke up” not from my mother’s voice, but from the fact that I I really wanted to go to the toilet, to pee...

I categorically did not want to get to my feet to jump out of the bath and go to the toilet, but then Irka herself held me back. She herself suggested that I pee directly into the bath. I also asked, like, “What about later?”, but she replied, “I wouldn’t worry that the shower would wash everything away anyway...”
Damn, I was of course very ashamed at that moment. My friends and I played “different games”, but to write in front of each other, I mean like this, “on purpose”, to write “with meaning”, this was the first time I had such a thing. I wanted to pee in front of Irka, but I was also very ashamed... But she “calmed down” me, assuring me, “That this will all be our secret with her and that she will not tell anyone about this...”

Damn... It was stupid to deny and deny, especially since I wanted it myself. I squatted down right in the bathtub and spread my thighs as wide as I could. Irka herself, so that I wouldn’t “get on” her, moved to the edge.

And although I really wanted to urinate, I couldn’t do it right away. This has happened to me sometimes before, for example in the school toilet. Although there were individual “booths” there, the doors were also locked with latches, but if there was someone nearby in the “booth”, I couldn’t start for a long time.
And now, there seems to be an “urge”, but I couldn’t start writing, and Irka was just staring at me. Nothing happened for 15-20 seconds, I couldn’t start. Irka, without taking her eyes off me, stretched out her leg and ran her fingers over my pubis, and then over my pussy itself.
- “What don’t you want or isn’t working out?,” she asked and I answered honestly, “What’s not working out.”
- “Pat your pussy and you can do it,” she suggested and I lightly suggested , with her palm, slapped herself on the pussy several times. Irka again stretched out her leg and ran her fingers over my “lips”. I even felt how her big toe literally entered me a nail deep…. And then I finally started writing.

I apologize for such detail, but there was a lot of “me” and I wrote for a long time, despite the fact that about an hour and a half ago I went to toilet...
My friend didn’t even have time to remove her leg and I just peed on her, on her fingers, foot, ankle and even higher, sorry for this clarification. Irka didn’t remove the leg, but just silently watched as I did it. A SMELL instantly became “audible” in the bathtub, but since we didn’t turn off the shower, the smell wasn’t really pleasant, but rather just tolerable.

After waiting for the last drop to come out of me, Irka smiled and said that “Now she simply has to do the same.” For some other reason, she asked me, “Do I want to watch?” Damn, who wouldn’t want to in such a situation...

Irka, continuing to sit on the edge of the bathtub, again spread her legs to the sides. It turned out that her pussy was almost at the level of my face, because I remained sitting in the bathtub, opposite. Of course, I immediately understood what she was going to do, but I didn’t even think about pulling away. And Ira also asked me to move closer, so that I could see better. She again said that I should not worry about what would happen now and not be afraid of anything….

Waiting, I closed my eyes and didn’t even immediately realize that not only trickles of the shower were flowing down my body, but also my friend’s “juice”. Only when the SMELL hit my nose and I felt the taste on my lips and mouth, I realized that she was peeing on me. The taste and smell of my friend was much “brighter,” at least for me, but at that moment I was not disgusted. I would say that it’s quite the opposite.
Irka also wrote for a very long time. Probably even longer than myself. I was literally completely covered in her “juices.” Face, neck, chest, stomach, thighs... Streams kept getting into my mouth, but I didn’t even turn my face away or close my mouth. And although I didn’t swallow “Irka”, the taste in my mouth certainly remained, and what else....

I’ll tell you right away that this was one of those few “cases” when I like it. I don’t know why, maybe because I was so impressed by Irka, or maybe because I was very turned on by the “process”, but most likely it was because we didn’t turn off the shower that I didn’t feel any disgust...

Later, I will try this in a different “setting”, in nature, for example, and then the taste and smell will be so “harsh” for me that it will be unpleasant for me, and that’s putting it mildly …
But if you think that’s all, then don’t rush to close my Story. The fact is that our “game” continued in the room.

After we got out of the shower, mom took us to the kitchen, but we quickly “turned it down” as best we could tea party, and went to my room. Irka immediately asked me “What do I want?” and said that “She will do everything for me.” By the word “everything,” my friend meant that she would do EVERYTHING for me: Kiss, lick...
But I wanted something completely different, and I, burning with shame, asked Irka to tie me up.. Damn, you should have seen her face. Before this, none of my friends had ever noticed such “jambs” about me, and then suddenly such a request....

Damn, how I crept up to the balcony in complete silence, trying not to give away even a rustle parents their presence in the “hall”. The fact is that the rope was not one of the “must have” items and still had to be found. Where else could I take it if not on the balcony? My parents were sleeping in their bedroom, so I went into the living room to get a clothesline on the balcony...
To say that I managed to freeze would be an understatement. Although our balcony was glazed, it was of little use in January. When I returned to my room, Irka could not resist and simply burst out laughing.... She also said that “It’s cold to just look at me now.”

She tied me up not exactly skillfully, but in any case much “better” than Igor did then.
When Irka realized that I was not joking and that I want this, so I took the whole “game” into my own hands. Firstly, she made me walk naked around the room several times in front of her, as they say, “in motion” and admired me. She put me in different poses. I don’t know which “position” Irka liked exactly, but I got very excited when she made me kneel in front of her and put my hands behind my back... Yes, my hands behind my back. Moreover, Irka herself ordered me to put them behind my back, tied my wrists, and then began to tie my legs, right at the ankles.
She also tied my elbows. And even now I can’t say exactly how she knew that this was how she could knit me. I will see about how a girl’s elbows are tied later, in a “film” on a corresponding topic, but how tenth-grader Ira could know about such “subtleties” is still a mystery to me.

Be that as it may, I looked simply amazing. Irka “led” me to the mirror that hung in my room and we probably admired the view of me for a minute.....
Well, then the orders followed... The most important thing is that we were no longer “playing” then. I myself, like Irka, understood what was happening now, I understood that she was humiliating me, and that I was consciously obeying her... and I really liked it....

I was on my knees in front of Irka, and she asked me “Do I like her legs?”
Damn, how are her legs like that? might not like it. Having waited for an affirmative answer from me, Ira sat down on a chair, and stretching out her slender, “thoroughbred” legs to their full length, she placed her toes on the sofa.
“Do you like my legs?”, Ira asked me again and immediately ordered - “Show me how much you like them!”
I immediately started kissing her legs.. Kissing the entire length. I started with her toes, and then I began to move my lips higher and higher.. It turned out that in this position her legs seemed to hang over the floor, and I “climbed” under them and kissed her from the “back” side.
I don’t know how long it went on like this, but she didn’t rush me, but she didn’t stop me either.

I only asked, “Do I want to touch and caress them?”
I answered “YES”, but just, damn it, how? My hands are tied."
And Irka answered, “Do as you can!”, and I immediately began to rub my face against her legs. The feet themselves, then higher up, her ankles and calves, her thighs…. I stroked her legs with my face, rubbed my cheeks against them, and of course kissed and licked them with my tongue.

To finish, Irka ordered me to lie on my back, right on my tied hands, and she “sat” with her pussy on my face. She didn’t even order me to lick, I immediately started doing it myself. Irka didn’t cum for a long time, because not being able to help myself with my hands, I caressed her with just my lips and tongue.
Looking ahead, I will say that Irka also liked to lie on me, no matter whether I was dressed or completely naked, but she was the one who really loved to “play” with my face. She kissed me, licked me with her tongue, and of course touched my face with her hands. I touched cheeks and lips. She really liked to touch and knead my lips with her long, as they say now “musical” fingers. At the same time, she constantly pushed her fingers into my mouth and “forced” me to lick and suck them. Sometimes she asked me to stick out my tongue, kissed it, and then touched and kneaded it with my fingers. But the main thing is that Irka loved to watch how the saliva from her mouth “flows” into mine. No, she didn’t spit at me, but during passionate kisses, she could “stop” and look intently into my eyes, make her saliva begin to flow into my mouth, and I didn’t even close my mouth, didn’t even tried to look away. Irka was very tasty and I really liked this “game”.

Kato so....

...FINISHED, you can take it away!))))

..you have a girl , cream for calluses!

thanks for the review .... glad you liked it

[Ahah]

ok... exhaled))))...

Sent after 43 minutes 31 seconds:
but I understood the hint... I won’t write more about such details... it’s too personal...
I’d rather play chess in the next episode... .

To undress? Or by desire? We wait!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Afftar pesha ischo

thanks for the review.... I’ll try to write more)))

[Christmas_Christmas]

ok... exhaled))))...

Sent after 43 minutes 31 seconds:
but I understood the hint... I won’t write more about such details... too personal...
I’ll be better at chess in the next episode I’ll play...

Undressing? Or by desire? We’re waiting!!!

ok.... I’ll tell you how we played for wishes)))

[Eustace]

I’ll tell you how you played Chess based on wishes)))

?

[Canis91]

to Chess

, not to the wall with penny-pinchers.
And so the romantics left
From the gateway as thieves... Not so again ... I mean in the wrong direction...

[Ahah]

Why isn’t it nice,

So I can’t worry about letting my friend do such things to me?

I didn’t have time to put a review in the first post, I was distracted...
It’s beautifully written, so don’t worry, anyone who’s interested will read it! I personally became interested in all your story games!
We are looking forward to the continuation!
Hold the muse -

[Christmas_Christmas]

I’ll tell you how we played for wishes)))

in Chess?

I don’t know how to play chess((((

[Christmas_Christmas]

Why isn’t it nice,

So I don’t have to worry about letting my friend do such things to me? n

I didn’t have time to put a review in the first post, I was distracted...
It’s beautifully written, so don’t worry, anyone who’s interested will read it ! I personally became interested in all your story games!
We are looking forward to the continuation!
Hold the muse -

thanks for the review)))

[Ahah]

I’ll tell you how we played for wishes)))

in Chess?

I don’t know how to play chess((((

If you want, we’ll teach you, if you don’t know how, we’ll force you to play chess undressing play!

[Eustace]

I don’t know how to play chess((((

why are you lying

I’m in the next episode I’d rather play chess....

[Canis91]

If you want, we’ll teach you, if you don’t know how, we’ll make you play strip chess!

in Chapaeva??

[Ahah]

If you want, we’ll teach you, if you don’t know how, we’ll force you to play strip chess!

in Chapaeva??

This is already from the sadomasochism series .... clicking on the knuckles to beat

[Eustace]

If you want, we’ll teach you, if you don’t know how, we’ll force you to play strip chess!

in Chapaeva??

to Mandavoshka!

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, and I thought in the next episode there will be, how other girls pissed.

[Canis91]

I remember from that too. That was a long time ago. I was still young then.
We were sitting in the same establishment, where there was a crowd of people...
Well, it doesn’t matter... So I went after the fourth round of training on necessary matters. And the mugs in the establishment were ceramic, conical in shape. They held more than liters. Well, they counted in the Naglitz system.
So at the most crucial moment, the zipper on my trousers got stuck. Oh what a nightmare it was. I almost made it rain automatically.
But I did it. And from what I can tell the little ones, I never experienced such an orgasm again. Oh such bullshit

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn... dear Canis91, Alex_, AxAX, I understand..... in the next episode we will play Chapaev... well, that’s what I will I already understood that as a horse...

You will most importantly decide which of you will be Chapaev? who will jump on me and who will fucking start waving a saber...
I warn you right away that I won’t “take turns” to ride anyone... as in the joke.... one will “ride” the others are watching...

just kidding...

[Christmas_Christmas]

but seriously, the stories turn out to be long, in an “inconvenient” format... But it’s impossible to tell it any other way