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My first teacher was strict rules in bed too, I went to corporate events, but didn’t allow anything unnecessary, sex was a long affair and neat sex without frills, I dressed strictly and not vulgarly, but an incident happened.
they invited me to a alumni meeting, I insisted on wearing an evening dress and heels so that I could look as attractive as possible, and not like a teacher in class. I came back late, I didn’t call, my classmates dropped me off at the hypermarket, I decided to grab some cigarettes and move on foot since I lived nearby, although the cigarette made me smell even worse, and I didn’t know how to drink, I trudged behind the hypermarket into the bushes, either to vomit or to pee, in the bushes to there is a path for the fireman's pond, from there the local gopniks jumped out, who were just drinking at this reservoir, they see the woman unconsciously drawn to the water. further story from the first person:
"my legs have become like cotton wool, I can’t scream out of fear, I just mumble something and that’s it, I remember I leaned on a tree, helicopters were shaking in my head, I looked and I was surrounded by four men who were pulling their dicks and jerking them, one the biggest one screams, look how dressed up the whore is, climbing around at night without her husband, I feel someone lifting up her dress from behind and I hear the crack of torn underwear falling on shoes, then a wave of fear and adrenaline rolls in, mixed with some kind of wild excitement, and then I see the biggest guy with a huge ass jerking my dick, he came from behind, I myself am standing from fear, my legs don’t obey, I mumble inarticulately about the fact that I’m married, and then I feel like someone’s huge ass is resting on my labia, and then a wave of wild excitement and a wave of orgasm, mixed with pain, rolls in, I feel like treacherous pussy begins to leak and I manage to gasp a couple of times and then his dick falls like into an abyss into my vagina with a slurping sound, to which the man shouts that she leaked like a whore, and then another wave of orgasm rolls in, followed by fear and immediately I feel how hot it is out of me urine from fear splashes onto my legs and penis, I groan either from fear or from pleasure, the man pulls out his penis and the orgasmic impulses still continue, I fall to my knees and cry, the men curse and say that I must have peed myself from fear and disperse leaving me alone . I trudge home without underwear." after that incident, she went from a saint in bed to a wild Amazon, began to demand wild hard pounding in sex without childish foreplay, could come home from work and without saying anything, ride me on top of the sleeping person, tearing off my underwear, and pound on top for the entire length for half an hour, could burst in into the bath and settle me there and ride in hot water on him for an hour, any refusal threatened a scandal, in bed she demanded a double with a vibrator or phallus, she came brightly and loudly.
began to wear more provocatively short dresses and skirts, once admitted that she wears no underwear, quit and went to work in an office, became more relaxed and tolerant, began to flirt at work, started having sex parties at home every weekend, we rested, drank, laughed, fucked like rabbits and were happy, in response to my question that you had changed so much, she told this incident....
who knows...who knows..which fuse in each of us may one day blow out and where the hard times will take you...
