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Dear readers, I continue to acquaint you with real stories from my life. The first of them, Restless, has already been published. Today is another story. It would be more correct to say that there are two stories, but they are united by one place, a pioneer camp. I will not mention the name of the camp, geographical points, institutions and names for obvious reasons. But you can believe me, everything that I describe was in reality.
In 1989, after demobilization from the ranks of the USSR Armed Forces, I was restored to the second year of the Pedagogical Institute.
At the end of the second year, it was obligatory to pass teaching practice in a pioneer camp. Yes, yes, at that time there was still a pioneer. So, the camp could be chosen at your discretion, and I chose the one that was closer to my home. In general, in this camp we got a very good company from our faculty. We arrived there a couple of days before the start of the first shift, to prepare the buildings, clean, arrange the beds, prepare the beds, in general, carry out all the necessary activities for the children to arrive at the ready camp. At the same time, we divided into groups. I had the honor of being a pioneer leader for the smallest, first-graders. As a partner, I got a classmate and very pretty. No, not so pretty. Tall, almost the same height as me (and I’m 182 centimeters in me), well, maybe half a head shorter, with blond shoulder-length hair that she gathered in a ponytail, with beautiful blue eyes, naturally plump lips, breasts on a solid three, slender, with a thin waist, narrow hips and long legs. At that time she was 18 years old. At that time, I was also quite handsome, slender, pumped up (service in the artillery was not in vain, I had to carry heavy loads). If before the army I experienced some kind of shyness when communicating with the opposite sex, then the army gave me some confidence in this matter, especially during the service I met and met with one, but she did not want to develop further relations. But I digress, let's continue.
The first shift went by, so to speak, in grinding, we looked closely, got to know each other better, because at the institute it was somewhat difficult, we studied in different groups and met only at lectures. Yes, to be honest, they did not pay attention to each other. The second shift already took place in closer communication. So, one evening, towards the end of the second shift, when the children were put to bed, she came to my room. We sat talking about everything and at some point, she suddenly approached and fell to my lips. We began to kiss and I began to stroke her body over the T-shirt she was wearing, on her bare legs, she was in shorts, and she put her hands on my neck, fingering and pulling her hair.
My hands slipped under the T-shirt. I began to stroke her sides, her stomach, gradually getting closer to her chest, and when I got there, I dived my hand under the bra and began to caress the nipples, knead her soft, pleasant to the touch hemispheres with tender nipples. My member was already on alert. Without saying a word, we undressed. Her naked body was magnificent. We lay down on the bed and continued to kiss, caressing each other. I stroked her hips, elastic buttocks, kneaded her breasts, touching her nipples with her fingers, she stroked, fingered, stroked my balls and 18 cm penis. Gradually, covering her long neck with kisses, he went down to her chest and began to caress her nipples with his lips and tongue. Her legs were slightly apart and I shifted one hand from her ass to the crotch, touched the lips and ran one finger over them, penetrating inside. She was very wet inside. She flinched at my touch. I brought the head to the entrance to the vagina and already rested, but she gently pushed me away and asked me not to do this. Instead, she rolled over on her stomach, and I, placing a member between the buttocks, wanted to enter the anus, but she refused this too. I had no choice but to place a member between the buttocks and simulate sexual intercourse. I finished on her back and on the buttocks, from which the sperm flowed to the crotch. I dried it off with a towel. The time was already well past midnight. We hugged a little more and she went to her room, which was next to mine. She came back the next evening. This evening it was the same as the previous day. As soon as I tried to take possession of her, she again pushed me away and again turned over on her stomach, only this time she slightly raised her ass. I took it as a sign of invitation. Having moistened the stone-standing penis and the anus star with saliva, I put the head, pressed and, overcoming the resistance of the sphincter muscles, began to insert the penis into her anus. She buried her face into the pillow, muffling her moans and suppressing her screams. The member hardly entered, but I did not stop, having entered it completely. I began to move slowly, withdrawing completely and entering to the end. Then it sped up a bit. She reached under her and caressed her crotch, vagina and clitoris. I fucked her at this pace for about twenty minutes, after which I released a charge of sperm into her rectum. Pulling out a member, I watched as a thin stream of sperm follows her crotch. I dried everything again with a towel. We lay embracing and suddenly she told me that you can get pregnant without intercourse if the sperm gets into the vagina. Like, she, sperm, flowed down to her crotch and could get inside. We joked about it and that was it. A few days later, the second shift ended and she left. There was no continuation of our relationship, since in September, returning to school, I learned from the guys that in the city where she was from, she had a fiancé. No, we talked, talked, but only within the walls of the institute. And about a year later, like so, she got married.
The second story happened on the third shift, for which I stayed and was already a senior pioneer leader. There were fewer detachments than in the first two shifts. The leadership team has completely changed. The only thing that hasn't changed is the chefs with whom I have developed quite good relations. They were all young guys from a restaurant in a famous hotel. They had a young, 18-year-old assistant, a student at a culinary college. Short, about 160 centimeters, medium build, dark-haired, pretty, with slightly wide hips, breasts between the third and fourth sizes.
One day they invited me to a birthday party for one of the guys. We celebrated when the camp had already calmed down, and night fell. After gatherings and dancing, we got out into the street and went for a little walk around the night camp. Coming back, this assistant suddenly offered to go to the shower. For us it was a separate building, and the cooks had the key. The guys refused, but I agreed. Having quickly gone for a towel, after 10 minutes we met with her near the shower room. We locked ourselves in. Having undressed, and not embarrassed by each other, we went to the shower room. Her body was excellent. Slightly saggy breasts with brownish nipples, a firm ass, in short, pleasant in all places that you can hold on to. We bathed, talking through the cubicles. I stood with my head washed, as I felt the touch of fingers on my back. Washing off the foam, I turned around. She stood in front of me, and then pressed her wet body against me. The cock immediately revolted against her stomach. She knelt down and began to suck him, moving her head back and forth. Having let her enjoy this procedure, he lifted her from her knees, led her out into the corridor, tilted her over the bench standing here, against which she rested her hands. After running his fingers along her vagina and making sure that she was wet there, he grabbed her by the hips and planted in one movement so that the balls hit the crotch. Inside the vagina was narrow, and the member slid along the walls. I began to fuck her without taking it out. She moaned from my pushes, a member rested against her uterus. From drunk sensitivity dulled and I fucked her for about thirty minutes. She came out with her secretions. And now the muscles of the vagina began to contract, squeezing the penis inside, and I was already on the way. As soon as I pulled out a member, as he immediately discharged on her back. She stood there, resting her hands on the bench, ending over and over again even without a penis inside, it was clear how the entrance to the vagina was shrinking. When the waves of orgasm released her, we sat down on a bench, rested for about 10 minutes, finished washing and went to our rooms. We didn’t meet with her anymore.
These are the stories that happened to me. And this, I repeat once again, is not fiction, but what happened in reality.
