GAMES, secret and not so... With and without consequences ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

In this story, I want to tell you more about the “games” that I played with my girlfriends. I specifically called this “History” “Secret and not so secret games…. With or without consequences.”
Why “secret”? Yes, because, despite the fact that my friends and I always “played” together, we did everything together, we tried... and of course there could be no secrets here. But I very often “met” with one friend or another alone, and in such meetings, I could do things that the rest of my girls were not aware of. For example, when I found myself alone with Tanya, she really loved to “feed” me with her hands. This was our “secret”, and neither Svetka nor Irka knew anything about such games between us.
Any treat that Tanya’s mother put on the table immediately turned into a whole “rite”. Halva or marshmallows, candies or marmalade, yoghurts or cakes, Tanya loved to feed me all these delicacies from her hands. Damn, what have I tried with her fingers and palms)))). We often started playing like this right in the kitchen, and then moved to Tanya’s room, and I can’t say exactly where I liked it better.
The fact is that at any moment a girl could “break into” the kitchen. Tanya’s mother and we had to be careful, but once in the room, neither I nor Tanya herself could restrain themselves.
We both especially liked yoghurts. Tanya opened the next “box” and we started eating. And they ate with one hand. More precisely, Tanya ate yogurt with her own hands, and fed me from the same “cup.” Moreover, we didn’t even flutter naked at the same time. Damn, who actually eats naked yoghurts? We just sat next to each other and ate. Tanya “scooped up” more of the tasty mass with her fingers and sent it into her mouth, and then sent the next portion into mine, and she did this exclusively with her fingers... Very often, she smeared her lips and then I licked the yogurt not only from her fingers but also lips and even the face)))).
I also really liked it when Tanya fed me strawberries. I always looked forward to when she would stop just putting juicy berries in my mouth, and would start crushing them in her fist, and then let me lick the juice and pulp from her palms... But with Svetka I had another “secret”. Sveta really loved to “sit” on my face and it didn’t matter to her where we were secluded, at my house or at hers. As soon as we undressed, she literally immediately laid me on the floor and sat on my face. Moreover, she “got up” with me only after orgasm, and only then we continued to “play” further... There was also a “secret” with Ira, and it didn’t lie in the fact that she wrote on me. I won’t lie, that incident in the bathtub was not an isolated incident.” She and I tried the next exercise not in the bath, but in the “fresh air.” I won’t go into great detail, I’ll just say that I asked her about it myself. Moreover, it was I who suggested that everything should happen not in my apartment, or at her house, but that she peed on me “on the street.” I’ll also say that that “abandoned place” was also not chosen right away. Irka and I rode bikes all over the village for a very long time, looking for a suitable place that was not very easy to find “right away.” For example, the river disappeared immediately. Firstly, there were always a lot of people on the beach, both adults and children. Even from the steep slopes, the entire coast was clearly visible and they could easily see us. Poselkovy Park was also not suitable for such a game. The same damn song, there were a lot of passers-by and just people who walked their four-legged pets there.
The first two abandoned buildings also didn’t suit us. We rejected one together, but it was I who no longer wanted to play in the other. Moreover, I even started to undress, managed to take off my shorts, but then..... I stopped. Although Irka managed to force me to take off my blouse, I categorically refused to lie down on that “vomited” floor... The fact is that in addition to the household garbage itself, or rather the “landfill”, there was a lot of all kinds of “impurity”, starting from bullshit, and ending with, damn it... As I imagined that I would now lie down with my naked body on this whole nightmare that I was wearing, I ran out into the street…. And only after 20 minutes of riding, and I was still riding my bike in just a swimsuit)))), we finally stopped in that building.
Was it clean? Of course not. But unlike the first two “abandoned buildings,” this one contained construction waste, not “household waste.” Well, there were no traces of the vital activity of the human body either.
Irka and I immediately went up to the second floor and there I immediately, on her orders, she tried to lie on her back. Why did she try, because there was simply no way to do it. Broken glass, broken brick, both small and quite large “pieces”, some kind of bent “reinforcement”... All this, of course, was not lying in a heap on the second floor, but nevertheless there was so much garbage that lying on the floor was out of the question. I would have simply hurt myself...
I already thought with disappointment , that we would have to get out of this building, but my friend unexpectedly “saw" a solution. The window, or rather the window opening, because there was not only glass in it, but even a frame was missing... So, Irka climbed with her feet onto the window sill and sat down on his heels, so that her butt hung down, and her pussy itself was slightly higher than my face, because... by this moment, on her orders, I was already kneeling opposite the window opening. In anticipation, I even closed my eyes, but Irka’s voice brought me back to reality.
- “Take off your swimsuit!”.. - she suddenly ordered, and seeing my bewilderment, she immediately added, _ “No, well, if you If you want to leave here with your clothes pissed on, then please”….
Damn, I want to confess to you that this time I didn’t like this “game”, literally at all. And I can't even say exactly why. Yes, I myself invited Irka to write on me. Yes, I was very excited, and I got excited while still in the process of “searching” for the place for the “execution.” I was very turned on by Ira’s orders and comments, starting from making fun of me and ending with her orders to undress and kneel in front of her...
But damn, when her first streams hit my face and flowed down my body, the excitement was immediate disappeared. The smell and taste were so pungent that when Irkin “juice” got into my face, I began to choke, and when I felt its taste, I could barely restrain myself from vomiting. I even started to turn away when it “fell” in a stream straight into my mouth. And only her shout “Don’t turn away!” and “Keep your mouth open!” kept me in place. Seeing that I was “creating.” Irka started laughing, but didn’t stop writing. That day there was even more of it than in the bath then, but I stood it and didn’t try to cheat anymore, didn’t turn away and kept my mouth open until the very end... Maybe some of you will now say, “Why are you telling us now how your best friend let you down?” and “Why are you admitting this yourself?” So I tell you such personal things so that you understand that for me it was not a “lowering”…. It was already while studying at the university that I learned a very specific word “chmor”... So, my friends did not “chmor” me. We just played like that and we really liked it. Moreover, it didn’t matter whether we gathered with our entire “girl mafia” or found ourselves alone with each other, I always knew that I was in the “comfort zone” and my friends would never betray or set me up. For example, after that game in ZD, Irka patiently waited for me to “dry out,” helped me get dressed, and together we, on “bikes,” went to the river to “swim.” Moreover, on the way, we met some of her friends and I even stood nearby, waiting for Irka to finally finish chatting with them... But damn, the smell from me was such that I left my friend and rode on without a bicycle. And literally after an hour or two, I kissed her and she did not feel any disgust towards me. Although there were funny cases. One summer, in a city park, we took a long walk with our friends, had as much fun as we could, without sex and “games,” I mean…. Although there was one “game”. The girls fed me ice cream. I already told you how. That time it was exactly the same. They sat with their butts on the back of a bench in the park, and I knelt down and licked the ice cream from their legs. Moreover, we probably bought even more portions of that ice cream than we needed, and I “ate” it longer than usual... Only later, when we “in a crowd” began to leave the park, I began to catch the glances of passers-by. Moreover, we all walked together, but I had the impression that the people who were walking along the alley towards us were looking at me. And only when I got on the trolleybus did I understand why. Or rather, a young woman told me about this. About the same age as I am now. No more than 28-30 years old. So, it turned out that the girls entered the salon through the first door, but I hesitated and jumped into the very last one. There were exactly as many free “seated” seats as there were us. Only my friends sat in the front of the salon, and I sat down at the very end, in the only free seat, next to that young girl. We drove a couple of stops in silence, she just looked at me, and then suddenly she took my hand and lifted it up, just enough to see my elbow. I didn’t even have time to be “indignant” at such impudence, because the girl smiled and nodded her head, as if pointing to my legs, and said, “Next time, when you take your boy or boys into your mouth, I don’t know how many of them you have.” “The main thing is to put something soft under your knees so that marks don’t remain”... Damn, I looked down and immediately “noticed” that my knees were really red, also with marks from small pebbles and twigs on which I had stood and crawled for so long. I couldn't even answer. She only had time to blush like a boiled lobster, and the girl herself got off the trolleybus at the next stop. And when we all got off after a couple of stops, my friends also noticed the contrast between my red knees and their clean legs... I also want to tell you about the “incident”. At Svetka’s apartment, although we very rarely got together at her place, we played an interesting “game” - “Guess whose pussy.” Naturally, the pussies were of my friends, but of course I guessed. The essence of the game was this: I undressed completely, naked, knelt down and my friends tied my hands behind my back, and blindfolded me very tightly. They themselves sat down on the sofa, spread their legs, and I, crawling between them and poking my face between their legs, blindly had to guess, either by smell or by taste, whose pussy was now in front of my face... Damn, I don’t know, maybe you’ll say now, “Lord, what a kindergarten”... I won’t argue with you, because now I myself understand what nonsense we played. But I’m not going to make excuses, because I really liked it all back then.
In short, since I could “immediately” recognize any friend “by their pussy”, since I knew the taste of each of them very well, my friends resorted to various tricks . For example, they could exchange panties. And then I was really mistaken, because the smell was, for example, Irka, but as soon as I touched the labia with my tongue, the “taste” turned out to be Tanya, or vice versa... Damn, how fun and good I had then... But let’s get back to my story. That day the game went according to the usual scenario. As always, they stripped me naked, tied my hands behind my back and blindfolded me, and I began to guess. I guessed the first pussy right away, Svetkina. But on the second I had a hitch. By the smell, I could not determine exactly whose pussy was now in front of my face. It was forbidden to cheat, and I had no right to move the blindfold from my eyes even a millimeter in order to even see the color of my panties, and I couldn’t do that, my hands were tied.
So, the smell seemed to be Irkin , but something didn’t work out. I was embarrassed that I smelled some other aroma, a slightly unfamiliar bouquet of smells. I decided that Irka was simply wearing someone else’s panties and that’s the only reason I feel her that way. To be one hundred percent sure, I started rubbing my face on the inside of her thighs, going lower and lower, right up to her fingers. The fact is that I did this to all my friends when we played, but it was Irka who always shuddered in a special way, she was so pleased with my caresses, and sometimes, unable to restrain herself, she could moan.
And now, imagining that I caress Ira’s legs, I “reached” my lips to her toes, kissed them several times, then I started to go back again, showering her legs with kisses, not forgetting to rub my face against them along the entire length But damn, this time Irka not only didn’t moan, she didn’t even flinch from my caresses and touches. Having reached the pubis, I buried myself between her legs, I began to greedily inhale her smell again. And again, “no answer, no hello” from her. No moans or trembles for you. I had nowhere to go, and to be sure, I did a similar procedure with her second leg, but this time, when I returned to her groin, there were no panties on her pussy. More precisely, they were, Irka just pulled them to the side, opening her pussy as much as possible. I, having buried my face in her bare crotch, probably just breathed her scent for a whole minute, and then licked it with my tongue, hoping to “hear” such a familiar taste to me. And imagine my state when I literally from the first touch of my tongue to her labia , I realized that I was now kissing and licking a “strange” girl. I froze for a second, and then I heard my Tanya’s voice - “Well, Natasha, whose pussy is this? Can you tell me or are you giving up?”
I answered that I was giving up and they immediately untied my eyes. Damn, to say that I was shocked is to say nothing. The fact is that in front of me now there was a completely “alien” girl, Lena. This Lenka was some kind of relative of Svetka. She lived in the “suburbs”, and yesterday she came with her parents to visit Svetka. We even walked in the park together yesterday. I just thought that that Lena had gone back to her place, but it turns out she stayed with Svetka for another day... - “I lost, I lost! So give me a kiss!” the friends cried out in unison. The fact is that, according to the terms of the “game”, if I didn’t guess the pussy, then I had to literally kiss her “in the hickey”, do it very “greedily”, so that the winner would see how much I like her...
I'm done I could have “put my foot down” and refused, saying that they had just deceived me. But why the hell? I just licked and kissed this Lena. And what will change if I now do it again, only with my eyes untied. In order to somehow “save face” in front of the “strange” girl, I asked her, “Lena, is it possible?”, hoping that she would be embarrassed and at least somehow betray her excitement. But damn, she looked straight into my eyes without blinking, whispered, “You’re still asking”...
I kissed her for a long time and didn’t even try to be cunning. She did everything “greedily”, passionately kissing her pussy, passing her tongue between her labia, and taking the lips themselves completely into her mouth, kissing and sucking them, as if it were not a vagina, but a girl’s mouth... You ask me, “Did I like the taste of it?” Yes, I liked it and even really liked it. I didn’t feel any disgust, I didn’t even feel any shame when I caressed her... I did it all right in front of the other girlfriends, who watched with bated breath what was happening, although every now and then repeating “Yes Natasha, do it... Do it until you get high!” . So, that day I made it “high” not only for Lena, but also for all my girlfriends... And I forgot to tell you what “secret” I had with Ira. Irka loved to tie me up and also loved to order me to do different things. She really liked to “ride” me. She put me on her paws, sat on top of me and I carried her around the room. She also loved to tie my hands behind my back, take me by the chin with her hand, and like that, tied up “by the chin,” “like a horse,” she led me around the room. She also always ordered me to “Do like a horse,” and then I, imitating a horse’s “gait,” raised my hips very high when walking. She also had a “car” at home. This one is homemade, on two “big” wheels from a scooter and with a very long handle, like the letter “P” lying on its side.” So, the car itself was very roomy, and for example, Irka “easily fit in there, and the whole thing.” And what can we say about the neighboring girls, who were then a year, or even two, younger than us. So I “harnessed” myself to this “wheelbarrow”, and resting my arms and chest on the “crossbar”, I pushed that wheelbarrow, rolling my friends and the neighbor girls in it in turn…. More precisely, absolutely all the girls also harnessed themselves to that car, but it was I who most often found myself in the role of the “horse”. Damn, how fun and cool it was... Moreover, this game was without any “sexual context”. Everyone, in turn, harnessed themselves to that car and drove their screaming friends down the street, almost a whole block. “Reaching” the crossroads, the “horse” turned around and drove the car with its screaming friends back. And since this all happened in the village and on that street everyone knew each other very well, absolutely all the neighbors who were outside the gates at that moment laughed and made fun of us. Although, it’s probably worth admitting now that for me personally, there was still a “sexual context” in this game. It was I, the only one of all, who was harnessed to the wheelbarrow in only a swimsuit and was looking forward to the next “pushing” from my friends, who, without fail, shouted “But, let’s go!”, accompanied by a blow with a twig on my back and butt. There was some special magic in this...