History_7_or my first GOLDEN RAIN ⇐ General

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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 in the cold season, there was simply nothing to do in that village and the point in those trips disappeared by itself. Therefore, in the fall and winter, Irka came to us in the city. 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, listened 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 overnight with Tanya. 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 may 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, I was finally finished off by Irka with her satisfied smile, or rather even a smirk... 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 happy faces of my friends.
I didn’t even finish my tea then, and having come up with some 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 enjoyed even just sitting next to her and burying my face 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 the 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 I met along the way, and even by my neighbors, when they saw how we behaved on the benches... And why did I remember to myself, and because Aunt Nina and I myself began to “not let” 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.. In the meantime, I just felt that “something was 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 to do this were “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 am, and sometimes even in the morning... But then... It 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. It’s not even this feeling... Damn, I don’t know how to say it more precisely, but it was the thought that “it serves you right” that was sitting in my head then. I also jumped out into the entrance and began to go down to my room... and then I looked out the window between the floors. Not even that. At first I heard the rain and snow hitting the window, heard the wind, and then I saw all this “bad weather” in the light of the yard lamps. 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, even 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. Without words, I just took her hand, and opening the door with my key, 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 overnight 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 for a while in the kitchen... 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 breasts and just inhale her 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 herself didn’t think of keeping 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 our 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 mom 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 soaped 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 in 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 I who finished, because Irka herself had not yet started playing with the shower. 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 really wanted to toilet, 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 certainly 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” 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.
Even now, there seemed 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 honestly answered, “What’s not working out.”
- “Pat yourself on the pussy and you can do it,” she and I suggested lightly, with my palm, a few She spanked her pussy once. 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 this detail, but there was a lot of “me” and I wrote for a long time, despite the fact that I went to the toilet about an hour and a half ago...
A friend didn’t even have time to remove her leg and I just peed on it , on the 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 exactly pleasant, but rather just tolerable. Having waited until the last drop came 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…. While 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 didn’t feel disgusted. I would say it’s even 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 remained in my mouth, of course, and what else... I’ll tell you right away that this was one of those few “cases” when I liked 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 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 wrapped up the whole tea party as best we could 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” in me, and then suddenly such a request…. Damn, how I crept up to the balcony in complete silence, trying not to betray my presence in the “hall” to my parents with even a rustle. The fact is that the rope was not one of the “must have” items and still needed 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 is to say nothing. 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 wanted this, she took the whole “game” into her 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.
And 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. Whatever it was, 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, and 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 could you not like such legs. 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 her 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. She only asked, “Do I want to touch and caress them?”
I answered “YES,” but, 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 her 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’ll 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...