History_26_ my first ANILINGUS ⇐ General

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Our memory is a strange thing. Sometimes you want to remember something beautiful, pleasant, something that was once important and meaningful to us... but we remember some insignificant moments that we, at one time, did not pay attention to. But sometimes it’s the other way around, and you don’t want to remember the “event,” but it literally “stands” before your eyes, in all the smallest details, which, as luck would have it, don’t even think of being forgotten over the years. In this Story, I will again not follow the chronology of events and, looking far ahead, I want to return to what happened at my Tanya’s apartment, or rather, to the consequences that took place for me personally.
At first, I didn’t know who started spreading rumors about what happened when Tanya’s student friends were visiting her (I already talked about this earlier in History). And I was absolutely sure that it was those girls who began to “chat”: they knew someone, those they knew, in turn, had a social circle, and they also “didn’t remain silent”, but shared news... But then I realized that it was my Tanya who started the rumor and I still don’t know why she did it. You will ask me why I am sure that it was my friend who “told the whistle”? Yes, because if it were those girls, they would have told about all the details of the game that we were playing at Tanya’s apartment, and most importantly, they would have told me about how they “put” me on a bottle. But the rumors were precisely about the fact that I was no longer a girl and you won’t believe it, but although I was angry with my friend for “losing her tongue,” I was very grateful to her for not telling other details of everything that happened. what happened in the apartment then. As they say - “This is glory!” No, they didn’t point fingers at me, but attitudes towards me, even my “status” at school, changed a lot. Firstly, the attitude of the girls at school towards me has changed a lot. More precisely, not the attitude itself, but primarily their views. Lord, what kind of looks I caught on myself: openly contemptuous, and for some reason sympathetic, and envious, and... in short, all sorts of things. Now, wherever I appeared, a flock of girls immediately gathered around me, trying to listen to what I was talking about, and, if I was lucky, then take part in the conversation.
I don’t know, maybe for them losing their virginity was akin to some kind of then the sacrament, or maybe they thought that every time “spectators” gathered around me, I would lie down on benches/desks/tables, well, depending on where the conversation was taking place, and would “in person” show and tell everyone , exactly how I was deflowered and in what positions. The boys also began to show interest. They haven’t approached me directly yet, but they sent their classmates to me “to talk”, so that they would then retell to them the details of “what happened.”
And after about 10 days the excitement around me died down, but to tell them, but in principle and show “something”, a couple of times I did have to... Margarita K, my classmate, “our Margarita,” unexpectedly came up to me and, burning with shame, asked me to tell her how this all happened for the first time: does it hurt?; if it hurts, can you endure the pain or will it be unbearable?; Is there a lot of blood during and after the first sexual intercourse?; Does it heal quickly, and so on. And also, she was very interested in whether the girl would definitely get pregnant if, for her first time, the boy cums in her pussy...
Damn, how do I know whether the girl will get pregnant or not. Moreover, Margarita, our ever-smiling “sun,” the soul of our class, and suddenly SUCH QUESTIONS. At first, I thought that she was mocking me, or that someone had sent her from other girls or boys, but when it finally dawned on me that Margaritka was asking me about everything in all seriousness and that it was really important to her, I practically told her everything, well, perhaps without any very personal “details”. Our conversation took place in the “workshops” and Margarita, emboldened, asked me, “Has my pussy changed much in appearance after the first time?” Moreover, the girl asked so sincerely and I saw that it was really important for her to know that I had almost decided to show her when I heard noise and voices in the corridor, and we immediately stopped the conversation... and never returned to it. Olya T, a “bull” from the parallel 11-B class, asked me exactly the same questions. A stupid, arrogant and narrow-minded girl, after school, “caught” me alone and, literally dragging me into the first open class along the corridor, began asking me about the “details”. Olya was physically stronger than me, but I was not afraid of her at all. This time. And secondly, I could “sign” my Svetka and then that Olya would immediately have no time for questions. But when it dawned on me that all this was interesting and important for the girl, just like Margarita, I began to answer her willingly, and even with some importance.
Our conversation went on for quite a long time and Olya was able to extract from me very a lot, although I didn’t tell her any particularly juicy or personal details. And what a surprise I was when in the end, t.s. Finally, Olya asked me the same question: - “Does “pussy” change much (although she used a completely different word) after a girl loses her virginity?”, and then Olya asked me to show her the pussy (“pussy” was exactly the word , which she used). Damn, after such a proposal, I wanted to send that Olya, but again, seeing that the girl sincerely does not understand why I am breaking down, and I don’t want to show myself naked between my legs, after such a heart-to-heart conversation, .... In short, I “gave in” and lowered my jeans and panties to my knees and showed her “how my pussy has changed in appearance.” Olya looked at me for probably 10 minutes, without touching me with her hands. But that's not even the main thing. It’s just that this “bull”, well, what kind of Olya I thought, then didn’t tell anyone anything, and kept my conversation with her a secret. But this was all “nonsense” compared to how my Svetka reacted to this news. The first conversation between us happened relatively calmly. My friend simply started asking me about everything, and I “told and explained” to her in detail. Why in detail? Well, because there were no secrets between me and Svetka and we shared our most intimate things with each other. But secondly, for some reason I wanted to tell Svetka everything myself. I didn’t “invent” or deny anything to her about the poem, and honestly told her everything as it happened. We parted after talking as friends. But Svetka, having “slept” this news, and then, having talked with Tanya without me, literally the next day gave me something like a scene of jealousy. Svetka was not at school that day, but when I came home from class, my friend, probably seeing me through the window of her room as I entered the entrance, immediately called me on her mobile phone, and the call caught me when I walked up the stairs and “ordered” a bullet to fly towards her. Why do I say “ordered”, but because from the tone of her conversation, I immediately realized that my friend was on edge and again “had the bit between her teeth”... Damn, what did Svetka not “present” to me: and that I’m not grateful; and that I do not share secrets with her, as she does; and that because of this I am two-faced; and that she would never forgive me for such a betrayal... From her words it turned out that I betrayed her doubly. Because I’ve been fucking behind her back for more than a year, and she knows nothing about it. But what bothered Svetka the most was that Tanya was the first to find out about all this. Damn, I made excuses as best I could. You won’t believe it, but knowing the tough and stubborn character of my friend, knowing her ambition, I even knelt in front of her, and I stood up myself, if only she would forgive me and no longer be angry
I was on my knees in the middle of the room, and Svetka, cutting circles around me, reprimanded and presented me with more and more new arguments. As a result, she even swung her hand at me to hit me, and I, not thinking of resisting or even covering my face, just closed my eyes and... But the blow never came. Frightened by my submission, Svetka “calmed down,” but probably ten times she forced me to retell in great detail what exactly my “first time” was like, and naturally, I told my friend in detail about “IT.” Literally on the same day, Svetka even “took me” to that shoe store, for a “confrontation,” as she said. It’s just that there was no one else in the store, except for the bored saleswoman...
I don’t know why, but the fact that that guy wasn’t in the store again angered Svetka, and they angered her so much that she called on the way back home Ira, right in front of me, told her about everything and asked “to come right away to sort it out”... Irka arrived, but only the next day and after listening to Svetka’s “accusations”, she did not “scold and present” me with anything. Moreover, from her leading questions, I realized that she was more interested in the details of what happened in Tanya’s apartment, when she and her student friends were playing with me. But she didn’t give a damn about the fact that I was no longer a virgin. We even went up to Tanya’s house, but she wasn’t in the apartment, she hadn’t returned from the institute yet... As a result, we waited for Tanya until 7 pm, and she told me “in detail and in colors” exactly how she played with me with her new friends. We talked for a long time. Irka constantly clarified the smallest details with Tanya, and about the “episode” with the bottle, she actually made me retell it twice. As a result, even Svetka became interested and she stopped “grumbling” at me and listened with increasing attention. The moment of ending the conversation and saying goodbye could have been missed, if not for one thing. Coming out of the entrance into the courtyard, Svetka, wanting the last word to remain with her, ordered me to kneel down and once again ask for forgiveness, with promises that I would not keep such things a secret from her in the future. But without even listening to me to the end, my friend turned around and silently walked towards her entrance, and I, without getting to my feet, continued to kneel. A minute passed, then another...
“How long will you stand here like this?” Ira finally asked and immediately added, “Do you expect punishment from me too?”
I silently nodded my head in agreement, and a friend extended her hand to me and helped me up
- Let's go! Better take me to the stop!... But she never left home that evening. I didn’t want to be alone so much, I wanted to “talk it out” so much that I took my friend’s hand and pulled her back to my apartment. To tell the truth, I had concerns that my parents might not allow my friend to spend the night with us, but my mother, as always, was very happy with Ira, and as in her previous visits to us, she herself suggested calling Irka’s grandmother so that she would not worry.< br />I won’t talk about dinner and how we all sat in the kitchen, but I’ll start from the moment when I finally ended up with Irka in my room. \-\ Mom gave us clean bed linen so we could make the sofa... Poor mother, due to her upbringing, she couldn’t even imagine what kind of things girls could do while going to bed in the same bed... While my friend was undressing, I didn’t really look at her, and being exclusively occupied with myself, I even turned away. But when I finally turned in her direction... A completely naked friend, lounging in my favorite chair by the window, with her legs spread wide apart, ran her fingertips along the inside of her thighs. The light of the table lamp fell exactly in the corner where the chair stood and my friend seemed to me like just a magical fairy. The fact is that my “table lamp” was not quite ordinary. She was my pride and the envy of my girlfriends, especially in early childhood. It was hung on the wall and had a “fairy-tale” lampshade/shade, made in the form of a “vase”, translucent, light green, on which, along the entire circumference, images of magical animals were “painted”. These pictures were made in different colors and, in combination with the green color of the lampshade itself, filled the room with almost all the colors of the rainbow so that you got the impression that you were really in a fairy tale... Damn, her friend’s face and black mane of hair were “painted” orange, which was given by the image of a unicorn, but on her chest and shoulders there were yellow-red highlights from the image of a “ladybug”. Irkin’s belly, her pussy and thighs had yellowish, blue and dark purple shades due to several “little animals” that seemed to be layered on top of each other... But that wasn't even the main thing. Irka had absolutely no hair on her pubic area, pussy, or legs in general... and I froze in the middle of the room, amazed by her “new look.” Until this moment, I had seen my friend completely naked so many times, but she always had a “hairstyle” between her legs. Longer in winter, shorter in summer, my friend’s hair was always very neat and she never wore bushes between her legs. But now it was the month of November, and she was completely shaved there and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Remember I told you how at the very end of 8th grade my Tanya shaved between my legs... So, then for some reason neither I nor my girlfriends had any “WOW” effect. Everyone even laughed at me that I was now “like a chicken” there…. Well, it came from my mother with her notation and moralizing, “do I know what kind of women walk without hair between their legs - only strolling and easily accessible”... Damn, but that was then... But now, Irka, without any hair between her legs, didn’t look like a chicken at all. On the contrary, she, like a magical fairy, like a fairy-tale “elf,” attracted my gaze and I wanted to “try” her more and more. The smallest anatomical details of her pussy were in full view, and I immediately noticed that the upper edges of her labia were slightly darker than the rest of her pussy. At first I thought that it was the glare from the table lamp “playing” on her body, but when I came close to her and knelt down between her widely spaced legs, I was convinced that these were not “shadows” at all, namely , dark “crown” on the labia. Of course, I was aware of this anatomical feature of my friend. It’s just that before, the “crown” was “hidden” in the hair, but now. was just before my eyes... To say that I was simply amazed by the appearance of my friend is to say nothing. The effect was such that besides Irka and her nakedness, nothing else existed for me at that moment. And I was especially attracted to her pussy, which I wanted to look at, talk to and kiss; I wanted to bury my face between Irka’s legs and greedily inhale her smell...
Speaking of “smell”. Leaning between my friend’s legs, I realized from the “bouquet of aromas” that she had not taken a shower since the morning, if not since last evening. I also went to the toilet throughout the day, and more than once... Moreover, just half an hour ago, Irka was relieving herself in my toilet, as soon as we had just entered the apartment from the street... I don’t know, maybe any other time time, I would first drag my friend into the shower, but then... I just buried my face between my friend’s legs and began to greedily inhale her scent. I deliberately took very deep breaths, exhaled noisily, and it seemed to me that the best smell in the world simply did not exist... True, Irka herself suggested that I go to the shower first, but I told her that I wanted her just like that - “dirty.” My friend didn’t argue with me, and probably to make the smell even stronger, she spread her labia to the sides with her fingertips... Damn, from my wild imagination, from the fact that I was so strongly impressed, it seemed to me that the girlfriend was simply opening her “mouth”, slightly opening her labia…. There’s also this dark border along the very top edge…. “Like fudge,” flashed through my head for a second and I immediately pressed my lips into my girlfriend’s pussy. Kissing her between her legs literally into a hickey, I even closed my eyes with pleasure and, sticking my tongue inside her, began to “look” for her with my own, not understanding why she didn’t respond to my kiss and why she didn’t stick her tongue into my mouth... I don’t know how long I caressed Irka. Five minutes, ten, maybe half an hour... I didn’t look at the time. I felt so good at that moment, and most importantly so delicious, that without stopping even for a second, I continued to kiss her “lips”, sucked them, licked them, as if from the outside, trying to lick off such an alluring, dark “edging of fondant” I licked my friend inside, greedily swallowing her juices. I literally “washed” it with my mouth, loving its taste and smell. At that moment, I even wanted to “bite off” a “piece” from Irka, and with my teeth, I pulled her “lips” as far as possible and began to “chew” them, but only with my lips... While I was caressing Irka, my friend managed to change more than one position. Well, when she pressed her legs bent at the knees to her chest, and both of her holes opened in front of my face, before my eyes, I immediately ran my tongue between her legs from the pubis to the very butt. When I tried to kiss her exactly “there,” Irka “unexpectedly” covered herself with her hand.
- Ask!
- What?, - I didn’t understand what my friend meant, so I asked her again
- You should always ask permission from a decent girl if you want to do something with her butt! , - Irka removed her hand and ran her fingertips over my face and lips, - Only whores don’t ask permission! They do whatever they want, whenever they want! Ask! And for some reason, very embarrassed, I whispered
- Ira, can I caress your butt...
One kiss, then another. third…. I hadn’t started licking Irka there yet and my friend, moaning with pleasure, suddenly asked me
- Should I feed you? I'm sure you'll really like it! Without waiting for my answer, Irka completely inserted one finger into her pussy, first, and then another, and began to move them inside herself, “back and forth.” At the same time, my friend looked intently into my eyes, trying to see my surprise in them, striking me with the fact that she, too, was no longer a girl. After the third or fourth “immersion,” Irka finally stuck her fingers out completely and extended them to my face. - Try it! Lick my fingers!...
Damn, for a few seconds I looked at her well-groomed fingers, all stained with her own juices, and then I parted my lips and Irka herself stuck her fingers into my mouth.
- Suck and lick it!,” my friend again ordered me and I greedily began to do it. Irka “fed” me for a very long time. Probably 10 times, my friend did the same “procedure: she completely inserted two of her fingers into her pussy, moved them “back and forth,” and then stuck her fingers out and plunged them into my mouth, and I already licked them, sucked them, well and swallowed everything that was on her fingers.
Irka finished very violently. She moaned, or rather would have moaned if she hadn’t covered her mouth with her free hand, but her body... My friend was literally shaking all over from sweet convulsions. And this time, when Irka pulled her fingers out of herself, there was so much juice on them that they simply “flowed and dripped.” Naturally, I licked absolutely everything off my fingers and swallowed everything, and while my friend was recovering from an orgasm, I put my head on her inner thigh and, with just my lips, lightly kissed her pussy. Well, if any droplet “showed” out, I immediately licked it off. Having finally caught her breath, Irka extended her middle finger to my lips
- Lick it well! You need it to be completely covered in your drool, make my finger completely wet!
I raised my head, but Irka returned me to my previous position
- Just lie with your cheek on my thigh. Just close your eyes! I already guessed what my friend wanted to do now, but I didn’t have any “fear” or protest. True, I asked her
- Why close your eyes?
- Just do what I tell you! Why do you always ask again?! Well, close your eyes! Do it! I immediately closed my eyes... and literally 15 seconds later, I heard my friend’s voice
- Open your mouth! And don't breathe! Just don't breathe for a few seconds! Don't be afraid, you will really like it!
Without opening my eyes, I held my breath, and when I felt her finger resting on my lips, I simply opened them slightly, completely letting it into my mouth. Allowing me to completely lick and suck my finger, Irka finally asked me
- Did you like the taste? Do you know what I tried just now?
Greatly embarrassed, I silently nodded my head in agreement, and Irka smiled and added
“Well, since you know and see that you liked it, you’ll do the same again, but this time with with open eyes! Lick my finger again! And look!!! I forbid you to close your eyes! As soon as I licked Irka’s middle finger, she immediately began to insert it into her anus. At first there was only one nail. Then the finger disappeared halfway, and then completely disappeared into her ass. Moving her hand back and forth several times, Irka completely pulled her finger out of her butt and handed it to me.
- Lick it! Try me! Just breathe this time! Don't hold your breath..... I think that Irka would have fed me for a long time, but then my mother’s voice was heard - “Girls, why aren’t you in the bathroom yet? Let’s run to the shower!”... and we quickly, and for some reason with fur, ran to the bathroom. But damn, that's not all. As they say, “a coincidence of circumstances.” On the shelf, next to the mirror, lay my father’s “Vest” razor, my dad always left it there and still does... And Irka, taking the razor in her hands and not even replacing the “cassette”, gave a short order.
- She sat down on the edge of the bathtub , Dombazova! Now we will make you beautiful between your legs! Otherwise you walk around there all hairy like a “girl,” Irka specifically emphasized the last word. I think that my friend did this by accident, she didn’t specifically want to tease me, especially after everything that happened between us now... but I didn’t even pay attention to this “clarification” of hers. I was worried at that moment about other things that I immediately voiced them
- No Irka! Not now! And mom, when she finds out... she’ll give me shit again! Do you remember what happened then!
- Not now?! And when?! And then, why should mom know about this, huh? What class were you in then? At 8! And now you’re finishing the 11th soon! Or do you want to say that your mother still washes you naked in the bath?! Don't be ridiculous, Dombazova! Sit on the edge of the bathtub and spread your legs! And don’t twitch, so that I don’t accidentally hurt you there! Under the weight of my friend’s arguments, I finally sat down on the edge of the bath
- Irka, maybe we can at least leave something out of the hair? At least at the very top, on the pubic area?
- Why?, - my friend was sincerely surprised, - First of all, it will look great for you without hair there! And secondly, I will completely shave you there, because I just decided and want to do it with you!!! I won’t talk in detail about the shaving “procedure” itself, but here’s what happened next…. Having “refreshed” me with jets from the shower and completely washed away the remnants of foam and shaved hair, Irka, without getting out of the bath, knelt down between my spread legs and greedily began to kiss and lick me there. My own orgasm was already somewhere “nearby,” when Irka suddenly pulled away from me
- Give me your hand!!
- Why is this? - I asked absentmindedly, “upset that my The orgasm was postponed at the whim of her friend, but she extended her hand.
Irka immediately licked and sucked two of my fingers, and then sharply ordered me
- Now insert it! Thinking that Irka wanted me to insert my fingers into her, I started to bend over, but she stopped me.
- Not for me! Insert it for yourself!!! Do Dombazva! I want to see how you do it!!! Being in an extreme state of excitement, I immediately inserted two fingers completely into my pussy…. And then, sticking them out, she extended her hand to her friend. At that very second, embarrassed, I tried to pull my hand back, but Irka grabbed my wrist... and opening her mouth, began to lick my fingers.
- And you are delicious Dombazova!!!, - Irka purred like a cat, - Now try yourself! Well, do it! Taste yourself! I immediately followed my friend’s orders and tried myself. And although the “bouquet” was not the same as Irka’s, I also really liked my own taste. I even closed my eyes with pleasure
“Insert your finger into your ass!!!,” my friend’s sharp voice brought me back to earth, or rather to the bathroom, where we were now.
- Why?, - I was confused
- Don’t you know?! Well, do Dombazov! I want to see your finger in your own ass! Having obeyed, I licked my own finger, covering it generously with saliva, and very carefully began to insert it into my anus. I did everything in silence. Irka didn’t comment on anything either, but just looked... And I, not knowing how to do it right, moved inside myself several times, and then, sticking my finger out, extended my hand to my friend.
- Are you laughing or what, Dombazova?! Do you think that I will taste your ass? Lick yourself!! Come on, do it!!! I want to see this with my own eyes. From my friend’s sharp, even commanding voice, I didn’t even think of resisting, but closing my eyes, I did what she “asked” me
- Did you like Dombazova? Tasty? But you cheated, you closed your eyes! So, do it again! Well, come on, insert your finger into your ass again... Already in my room, when we were lying in an embrace in the bed under the same blanket, I suddenly realized that, in fact, I did not know my friend as much as I thought before. Who is she “friends” with in that village, with whom does she communicate, to whom does she “give” and for whom, in the end, she completely shaved between her legs. Without taking my face off my friend’s bare chest, I asked her
“Ira, you won’t tell anyone about anything?”
“About what exactly?,” my friend continued to play with her hand in my hair, stroking it and combing, - About the fact that you are not a girl? So in my opinion everyone already knows about this! Or are you worried that you are now completely shaved between your legs? - It seemed to me that my friend was deliberately pretending that she did not understand what I was asking her for, - So consider that I punished you like that! I punished Svetka instead - “for betrayal,” - Irka mimicked our mutual friend, imitating her intonations, “By the way, tomorrow you’ll show her that it’s clean between your legs!” Dombazova, consider this your punishment. If Svetka wants, if she likes it, from now on you will always shave there for her! Well, about “EVERYTHING” the rest, that she licked me, that she kissed and ate my and her ass…. I won’t tell you specifically, but if it happens in conversation, I’ll tell everyone! You know me, I’m not one of those who knows how to keep other people’s secrets! “You bitch Irka!” I lightly “bitten” my friend’s nipple. I knew that my friend really didn’t know how to keep secrets, neither her own nor those of others…. But damn, now I was friends and “played” not only with her, but with our mutual friends. Now I have a “Mistress,” my Yana and her retinue, and for some reason I really didn’t want these girls to know what I did tonight.
“Okay, I won’t tell,” my friend unexpectedly agreed and then added, “But I don’t promise to keep our secret for long!” You know me..... Irka suddenly threw back the blanket and handed me the thickest desicion that she had grabbed from the bath
- Here you go! It's not over for you yet! It's certainly not a bottle, but I want to see you sit on it! Being completely in a relaxed state, I absolutely did not want to continue or resume the “game”, and I honestly told my friend about this
- What?! A riot on the ship?!..., - Irka again put command notes into her voice, - I can send you to the kitchen for a bottle! And in general, Dombazova - you are mine now! You ate my ass! And from now on you will do everything that I order you...... Something like this...